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墨書 Inktalez
The warriors were all accepted, including Old Plank. He took a drag from his last cigarette, smiling as he faced the uncertain fate ahead of him. Joining the war meant a high chance of death, but he had to fight. After all, none of his many children had turned into Zombies, and the burden on his shoulders was heavier than ever. Moreover, he needed to strive for his descendants; this was an opportunity. Heroes rise to the occasion, and though he didn't know the saying, every real man understood the ambition it represented.
Having ambition and fighting—that was what a man should do.
So he joined the battle. After a selection process, he was assigned to an attack unit, truly participating at the front lines of the war against the Zombies.
Their team consisted of five members: one driver, a former stuntman who could maneuver a high-performance Hummer with flair; two gunners—one responsible for using a Machine Gun to clear the battlefield, while the other operated a slightly weaker Machine Gun from the passenger seat, both primarily tasked with defending against close-range Zombies. As for himself, he had another Assistant who was in charge of changing ammunition belts and could throw grenades when they encountered large numbers of Zombies.
The division of labor was clear, and Plank, who had previously served in the military, officially became the main Machine Gunner, wielding a technologically advanced Machine Gun.
The vehicle was nearly piled high with ammunition; the entire Hummer resembled an Old Turtle as it left the Gathering of Heidran. Their destination lay ahead, constantly moving forward. The vehicle was equipped with communication facilities and a Satellite Map displaying their current location, so there was no need to worry about getting lost.
The real war was just beginning. Each convoy had its own objectives ahead. Although there weren't many bullets in their vehicle, it didn't matter. Behind them trailed Supply trucks moving slowly along; each one was filled with ammunition. On the Electronic Map, blue crosses marked their positions—they could be considered messengers on the battlefield.
As for rescue vehicles, they were no longer necessary. If someone got injured, being shot by another would be their best fate; they couldn't afford to be injured because the Zombie virus would turn them into Zombies.
Plank glanced at his teammates beside him, noticing their tense expressions.
"Hey! Black Bear, don't be nervous. You're the strongest Fellow here; I don't want to see you crying on the battlefield," Plank joked.
Black Bear was a nearly two-meter tall Slav giant with a robust build and a face full of muscle. Yet this Fellow now trembled in the vehicle.
"Captain, your laughter doesn't help me; this isn't just fighting ordinary people. It's Zombies! Do you know? I fought one when they first mutated—smashed its head with a steel rod as thick as my thumb and still couldn't kill it. In the end, it took several of us working together to take down one Zombie. Now we’re facing thousands of them," Black Bear said, appearing shaken by memories of that encounter.
"Don't worry, back then you were using regular rebar. How can that compare to a Machine Gun? Let me tell you, 17 Millimeter Bullets can penetrate buildings, let alone Zombies. The bullets we have in this vehicle could take down an entire building without a problem; yours are completely useless. Help me switch to the right bullets later. Let me show you some real combat skills," Plank said with a smile, easing the tension in everyone's hearts.
They needed to drive halfway before entering the war zone. For now, things were relatively relaxed. The convoy was slowly dispersing across various highways, with each town sending only one team to deal with the Zombies on the streets. The follow-up units would be the real elite forces, tasked with clearing out the Zombies inside buildings.
These fellows couldn't handle the tricky ones inside; they were only responsible for the Zombies on the streets, which was enough for them to play around with.
Thanks to Plank's words, several people began to relax. They knew they had to unwind; the area was relatively safe. The population in Western Australia was sparse, and there were fewer Zombies, so they had nearly cleared everything out. However, heading east meant encountering more Zombies, as that was where Australia's center lay—especially in cities like Sydney and Melbourne, which were true metropolises filled with people. It was likely that those places had turned into hell.
Fortunately, those areas weren't their responsibility. The larger cities were being handled by Ace teams dispatched by their boss; towns like these were their targets.
After half the time passed, they found themselves near a secure isolation zone and took a quick three-hour rest. With five people taking turns driving, there hadn't been any issues since there were no Zombies around. They needed to conserve their energy, so most of their time on the road was spent sleeping. The three-hour break was mainly to calm their nerves and recharge with a light nap. Not to mention a hearty breakfast.
Although it wasn't hot, they enjoyed fresh bread with milk and even had two pieces of steak each along with a salad—this was from the supplies truck at the back.
The taste didn't matter as long as it was edible.
After breakfast, they finally felt tense again as the imposing Hummer began making its way toward the nearby town.
This was a small town with a permanent population of about thirty thousand—considered small in Australia. This was partly due to having a former soldier on board; they faced more enemies but also had greater rewards. Once they cleared this town, they could earn a handsome sum of money—enough for each person to buy a farm.
However, since they were already here, they couldn't just clear one town; their list included ten towns in total as their complete targets.
Each team's objective varied; clearing ten towns was the minimum requirement. If others failed to complete their missions, nearby teams could come to support them, and naturally, any rewards would go to those who came to assist.
Of course, this right needs to be applied for, even if it is just a single sentence.
As for now, they are about to begin their first hunt. (To be continued...)
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