[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times":3,"chapter-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-135":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","The Fiercest Man in the End Times",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2319373,4536,"Chapter 135: Stacking Defense Is Crucial","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-135",135,"\u003Cp>The Mercedes RV held seven people; apart from Yu Qing, who was slightly weaker, the other six were all formidable fighters. Pang Dakun refused to kill the zombies in Shuikou Village not because he was weak, but because he recognized their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even so, they still felt the zombies surrounding the vehicle were endless—kill one, and two more immediately squeezed in, snarling and howling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dark blood and tissue fluid splattered everywhere under the dim light—on the vehicle’s body, curtains, sofa, and coffee table; the cabin looked like a dye house, splashed with all manner of colors, not to mention the people themselves, who were utterly covered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In contrast to the Mercedes RV’s ample combat strength, the situation inside the Ford Motorhome was dire: there were only three women on board—the driver Tan Huajun, Pei Lan with her arm still in a sling, and Zhang Ya…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, Tan Huajun tried to start the RV, but she truly didn’t know whether to go forward or backward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forward meant countless zombies—the car could never smash through. Backward, with the Ford Motorhome’s ten-meter length, it was nearly as wide as the provincial road; turning around would require at least seven or eight reversals, and she’d likely be shoved over before she even got the vehicle sideways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reversing slowly was pointless, since many zombies had already been lured away by the three vehicles; reversing too fast would mean crashing into zombies—still futile—and if she accidentally slipped into a ditch, survival was nearly impossible!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After much thought, holding their ground was the only viable option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the vehicle’s primary combatant, Tan Huajun leaned halfway out and swung her giant caliper like a club—each swing and strike landed precisely on a zombie’s vital spot. Sometimes her force wasn’t enough to kill outright, but three or five strikes still took one down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Ya was also fighting desperately—this was a life-or-death struggle. Her special hiking pole stabbed downward continuously; though not as effective as Lu Yu’s grain sampler, it had far greater reach than a short dagger and could efficiently kill zombies, with surprisingly high kill efficiency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The most weakened was Pei Lan, whose one arm still couldn’t move properly. Hearing the thuds against the vehicle’s body and watching the writhing zombie shadows outside the windows, she felt her blood turn cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet she didn’t sit idle. Holding a dagger, she stabbed any zombie climbing toward the window—she couldn’t always kill it outright, but she could always shove it back down, effectively relieving pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hold on! There aren’t many zombies left—just hold your breath and keep going!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su wielded a dagger in his left hand and an axe-hammer in his right, shouting words of encouragement while furiously slashing at zombies trying to reach into the cabin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, quick, help me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly Yu Wen roared—a Level Six zombie had bitten his arm unawares. Fortunately, his thick clothing prevented injury; the zombie was just gnawing furiously on his sleeve, shaking its head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yah!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu pulled out her dagger and plunged it with a wet *plop* directly into the zombie’s temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yu Wen didn’t waste the opening—he kicked the zombie off his arm and fell backward himself. Luckily, he had no high blood pressure or heart disease, or that fall alone might have killed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time to rest—he scrambled up, nodded gratefully at Zheng Xinyu, and returned to the fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around the Mercedes RV, zombie corpses had piled up nearly a meter high. New zombies could now easily reach the windows by stepping on their fallen comrades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this also made it easier for Zhang Su and the others to kill zombies—they no longer had to lean out to reach their heads, just thrust outward. Still, it was a massive test of stamina and strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, after ten minutes of fighting, only Zhang Su and Zhao Dechu maintained vigorous combat ability; everyone else began showing signs of exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had started as three or five strikes per zombie slowly became six or seven, and by the end, the women could no longer kill zombies—they could only muster all their strength to shove them back out the window, buying time for Zhang Su and Zhao Dechu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Zhang Su swung his weapons, he glanced far off—the dark horizon showed no trace of the lucky dog or the three vehicles that had lured away the horde, and he heard no barking or horn blasts. He gritted his teeth, kicked another zombie out the window, then pulled three USPs from his bag, flipping off the safeties as he shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dechu, can you use a gun?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Dechu, still fighting hard, immediately replied: “Aim at the head—can’t miss!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, take it! Don’t waste bullets.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su sprinted to Zhao Dechu’s side, handed him a pistol, and in the same instant raised his own and fired two shots at the zombie Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshanjian were fighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Plop. Plop.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two zombies, half their bodies inside the cabin, dropped dead instantly, shoved off the corpse pile by Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshanjian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gunshots echoed inside the vehicle, ringing painfully in their ears, but no one cared—the sound reignited their hope, awakening dormant strength deep in their bones, and they returned to battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su held two USPs. As Zhao Dechu said, he almost always pressed the muzzle against a zombie’s skull before firing. Of twenty-six rounds, twenty zombies fell to his gunfire—exceptionally high efficiency, bullets fully utilized!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Dechu wasn’t slacking either. Cursing as he went, he blocked with his left dog-leg weapon and fired his pistol straight at the head—*bang, bang, bang*—each shot sent a zombie tumbling from outside the window, joining the growing corpse pile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With handguns now in play, the zombies surrounding the Mercedes RV were quickly reduced to almost nothing. More importantly, pressure on the three inside the Ford Motorhome eased somewhat, as some zombies attacking it heard the gunfire and began shifting toward the Mercedes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Click-click.* As Zhang Su checked his magazine, he said: “Where’s the flashlight? Shine it outside and check the situation!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu, her arms trembling from exhaustion, flicked on the flashlight hanging from her chest. When the beam swept across, everyone exhaled deeply—the zombies were down to just ten or so, clumsily climbing the corpse pile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll kill you all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, Zhao Dechu lunged toward the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su immediately shouted him back: “Who says all the zombies in that pile are dead? One bite and you’re done!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if none were alive, stepping on a zombie’s tooth by accident would be pure bad luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, yeah, you’re right, big brother—good thinking! We won’t go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Dechu wiped his filthy face, revealing a row of gleaming white teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moments later, as the last few zombies reached the windows, they were swiftly dispatched with a few quick thrusts. When the final corpses tumbled down, silence returned to the world—only heavy breathing remained. Far to the east, the sky began to lighten with a faint gray glow; dawn was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anyone hurt? I mean, bitten or scratched by zombies…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su took a deep breath and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Defense’s solid—no problem!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A zombie bit my arm—ripped off a sleeve. Gotta stack defense next time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wearing all this crap nearly killed me—only for the protection, damn it, so exhausting…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone collapsed on the floor. During the frenzy, adrenaline and hormones kept them going; now that the tension passed, exhaustion flooded every limb. Their hands felt alien—honestly, even relieving themselves and wiping would be a struggle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My dog… my Lucky…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu leaned against the cabin wall, remembering how Lucky had lured away the zombies, and began to choke back tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What about Bo and Xiao Xue? We don’t even know if they’re alive—damn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su stripped off his blood-soaked shirt, wiped his face with the inside, then tossed it out the window. He scanned the surroundings—the light was still too dim to see anything. He leaned out, flashed the flashlight at the Ford Motorhome’s windshield, and shouted:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tan, how’s it going over there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pei Lan’s arm wound reopened, but Zhang Ya and I are fine!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Huajun replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su nodded with the flashlight beam, then pulled back inside and sat in the driver’s seat. The stench of mud and blood mixed into a nauseating odor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Zhang, what do we do next?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhong Xiaoshanjian asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Big brother, we gotta go save them!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Dechu panted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Zhang, let’s go find Bo and Sister Xue?” Zheng Xinyu felt exhausted, but losing four teammates was too heavy—she had to go rescue them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su pressed the ignition button. The engine roared. He glanced behind and said: “I’m going back to find Bo and the others. You’re not coming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What? No! I’m coming with you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu immediately stood up. She looked like a cult sacrifice doll—drenched in blood and grime, terrifying to behold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nobody comes with me. Clean up the zombie corpses—clear a path for the vehicle!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Vroom. Vroom!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su shifted into reverse. The Mercedes RV lurched but couldn’t climb over the corpse pile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Vroom!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He floored the accelerator. The RV lifted slightly, crunching and squelching over crushed bodies. Despite its weight, the RV had decent off-road capability—it struggled, but slowly reversed out of the crooked zombie heap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Sssss.*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He parked on a cleaner stretch of road, opened the hydraulic door, clapped his hands, and urged: “Hurry, get out! And when moving corpses—don’t forget to finish them off! Make sure you stab them again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshanjian wanted to stay inside, they knew this wasn’t the time for stubbornness—they followed everyone out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Su waited until everyone was out, then turned the steering wheel to reverse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tan Huajun ran onto the road, guiding Zhang Su from both ends of the vehicle. Turning a twelve-meter-long RV was extremely difficult—nearly at its limit. After ten or more turns, she finally got it facing forward, then stomped the accelerator forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu and the others watched the Mercedes RV drive farther away, their faces filled with worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why didn’t he take us with him…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah—pfft.” Zhao Dechu spat into a ditch and sighed: “Sister-in-law, we’re all worn out like dogs—we’d just be dead weight. Big brother’s too polite to say it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu stiffened at Zhao Dechu’s strange term. She looked disgusted: “Don’t call me ‘Sister-in-law’—it’s awful. Just call me Xinyu. Heh… hey, wait—look! Lucky’s back!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she spoke, Zheng Xinyu heard a splashing sound across the road. She looked—there was Lucky!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Dechu gasped: “It really is Lucky! Damn, divine dog! Just now I said I was worn out like a dog—and this one’s not tired at all… Oh my god, it’s filthy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Lucky reached them, everyone stared. From head to tail, the dog was caked in mud—the big loaf of bread had become a mud dog, with only its red tongue lolling out, panting heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lucky, how did you get like this… hey, where are you going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zheng Xinyu crouched to check on the corgi, but it glanced around, then sprinted off toward the Mercedes RV—faster than when it had returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A loyal dog protecting its master—he’s going to find Master Zhang.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Lucky vanish into the distance, Yu Wen sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1876,"2026-06-20T15:15:14.526Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","13d4c4b8e4de15cffaf719be310609e43d70dfa79f719c9f71c686a951727bcb","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-136","the-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-chapter-134",694,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-fiercest-man-in-the-end-times-cover.jpg"]