Chapter 156: They Gave Them Even More!

"Come on, let me introduce everyone to you."

With his own people nearby, Old Li's expression had noticeably eased from earlier; he pointed to the people beside him one by one: "Little Jump, Big Head, Strongboy, Qing Girl, and this last one, Soldier Wu!"

These names were clearly nicknames used among them; Zhang Su paid them no mind. Since the others had come, there was no point hiding anything—they walked forward confidently and shook hands with the group.

Little Jump was a young man in his early twenties; Big Head was the oldest of the group, likely nearing fifty, and compared to the others, his head was noticeably larger—so much so that he'd even worn a fisherman's cap to make it stand out even more.

Strongboy was the thinnest member of Old Li's team, standing nearly one meter eighty but weighing only fifty kilograms; Qing Girl was the only woman, also in her early twenties. From Zhang Su's observation, Qing Girl was likely paired with Little Jump—whether they'd been together before the disaster or had bonded through shared hardship, he couldn't tell.

"So, Soldier Wu… what's your rank?"

As Zhang Su approached Soldier Wu, he asked curiously—he wasn't familiar with military insignia.

Soldier Wu tilted his head toward his shoulder and said, "Just got promoted to corporal."

"Impressive, impressive!"

"Soldier Wu, could you tell us a bit about what happened in your unit? We went there before—the camp entrance was packed three layers deep and nine layers wide with zombies; we didn't dare get close!"

Wu Daqiang nodded heavily: "There were two hundred rifles stored in the armory—no mistake about it!"

"Yes, but it's locked and can't be activated. Even if we could activate it, I don't know how to drive it—do you?"

After the introductions, Zhang Su also gave a general overview of his team's situation.

"No!" Wu Daqiang replied firmly. "Even if the final armory was destroyed, we could still salvage usable weapons from the rubble—we won't have come for nothing!"

Wu Daqiang stopped dwelling on the officer-noncommissioned officer issue and answered: "The first major clash happened inside the camp—we blew up three armories… When the front line shifted, one armory remained intact, holding at least two hundred Type 95 automatic rifles, plus some other gear you wouldn't understand!"

"Then let me ask one more thing—if that armory you mentioned also went bad, are we just wasting our time?"

According to Wu Daqiang, at the time they had only about twenty survivors left, split into two internal and external fronts; they hadn't used many weapons, but many were destroyed in battle!

"Two hundred Type 95s…"

"Heh, if it actually worked, even if I couldn't drive it, I'd still take it!"

Zhang Su was confident—he'd driven tanks in games before. He wouldn't dare drive one in real life under normal circumstances, but now? What did he care about daring or not? Just get in and go—worried about hitting someone?

On the luxury RV, the key members from both sides sat down; Zhang Su generously placed a pack of cigarettes on the table.

Zhang Su didn't understand military ranks, but he sensed a sharp, fierce aura radiating from Soldier Wu—something no academy-trained officer could possess.

Wu Daqiang pulled out a cigarette and lit it with a gloomy expression, clearly unwilling to discuss the topic—as if deliberately hiding something.

Zhang Su weighed it carefully in his mind: this trip had to happen. If they missed it, they'd never find weapons again—especially high-grade standard-issue weapons like these. They were too rare.

"By the way, Soldier Wu, I saw a tank blown up over there—is there still a tank left in the camp?"

Zhang Su wasn't dazzled by the two hundred Type 95s; he asked cautiously.

After loading the communication equipment onto the vehicle, they gave Old Li and his group five portions of food and water for a week—as expected, the other side had clearly intended to hide one person as a hidden backup, even asking for one portion less than they needed.

"I'm a noncommissioned officer, not an officer. Honestly, there's not much to say—it's just what you saw."

"Soldiers don't lie—there really are two hundred rifles?" Zhang Su couldn't help confirming again.

Zhang Su's entire focus was on the two hundred Type 95s. Even if there were only two, they'd be enough to defend a safe base—provided ammunition was sufficient. These guns weren't meant for zombies—they were meant to intimidate humans!

Zhang Su noticed their mood and dropped the subject: "Alright, let's discuss the operation details. Soldier Wu, how many weapons are left in the camp? Do you have a count?"

Wu Daqiang shook his head: "No hope. If we could've used them, we would've already. No shells. No fuel."

"Enough with the preliminaries. Soldier Wu, Old Li said you know a way to get us inside—what's the plan?"

Zhang Su cut straight to the point.

Wu Daqiang looked at Old Li in confusion.

Old Li cleared his throat and explained: "Young Zhang, I never said Xiao Wu could get us inside. I meant he's a soldier from that unit—he knows the camp layout, knows where the weapons are, so we won't waste time wandering around!"

Zhang Su's group stared at Old Li in silence. They'd thought there was some secret passage straight into the camp—turns out it was just this.

Seeing their uneasy expressions, Wu Daqiang said: "I know a spot with fewer zombies—we can scale the wall from that side. Much simpler."

"Just two vehicles are enough to lure the zombies away. Once we're inside, the mission's half done!"

Old Li spoke optimistically, still trying to give everyone hope.

But Zhang Su saw Old Li's optimism as pure fantasy.

"You make it sound easy—do you know how risky it is to lure zombies? We're providing people and vehicles—you take at least eighty percent. Otherwise, forget it. You can keep waiting for other survivors to team up."

"That percentage…"

"Fine!"

Wu Daqiang frowned, about to object—but Old Li nodded immediately, accepting Zhang Su's demand.

"Boss, you gave them too much."

Zheng Xinyu whispered to Zhang Su's ear.

"I want to move quickly—how about this afternoon?"

Old Li asked.

"Good. I want to move fast too. Soldier Wu, where's this place you mentioned?"

No time to waste, Zhang Su turned to Wu Daqiang.

"I'll draw a map—you'll understand everything."

Wu Daqiang pulled out paper and pen from his bag; a detailed battlefield-style map slowly unfolded before them.

"While the external zombies are lured away, any zombies inside the camp will also rush toward the sides—then we do this…"

He didn't just draw the route to lure zombies—he also sketched out the camp's interior layout and warned them of possible dangers ahead.

Time flew by until noon; the two sides spent over two hours planning. This was a mission full of both reward and danger—worth careful attention.

"Young Zhang, we've formed an alliance. You've got resources—how about treating us to a meal?"

As they stepped off the vehicle, Old Li grinned at Zhang Su, shamelessly.

Zhang Su had never lost a face-off in thickness. He waved his hands: "I've got no food left! Twenty mouths are almost chewing through the RV's sofa leather—I can't afford it!"

"I underreported one person, you overreported one—call it even. Stop complaining, haha." Old Li pointed at Zhang Su.

Zhang Su pointed to his feet: "Twenty mouths? What about Dog's mouth?"

Old Li's group fell silent. They actually had a pet? That was insane.

Little Jump scratched his head: "When you've got food, keeping one around isn't bad—it's like a food reserve."

His words instantly drew over a dozen stares—even members of Old Li's group looked at Little Jump strangely, especially Wu Daqiang, who'd trained military dogs and had a special affection for them.

Fortunately, Zhang Su had already warned Haoyun: when outsiders were around, act dumb. Otherwise, she'd leap up and bite Little Jump—whoever jumped higher.

Zhang Su didn't offer food to Old Li's group, but he did hand out several energy drinks—things most people used to ignore, but now they still helped restore stamina.

During the meal, Zhang Su briefed his team on many things: task assignments, key details, possible emergencies. Even with cooperation, they couldn't let the others lead them—while they didn't need full control, they had to maintain their own rhythm!

"Uncle, stealing stuff from the camp is easy—just let me handle it. No need for the whole crew!"

Pang Dankun, after listening to Zhang Su's plan, patted his chest and eagerly volunteered—it was his specialty.

"Thief, do you know how heavy a Type 95 automatic rifle is?"

Zhang Su asked, shaking his head.

"No idea. How heavy could it be? A few catties, right?" Pang Dankun said carelessly while eating, supremely confident in his own expertise.

"Hah. Ignorant…"

Zhang Su bluntly scoffed—but when he tried to show off, he realized he didn't know the exact specs either. He turned to Zhao Dechu: "Zhu, tell him the weight of an automatic rifle."

Zhao Dechu, without pretense, chewed as he spoke: "Kid, listen up—the Type 95 weighs about seven catties. How many can you carry? And ammo? DBP87 rounds—each weighs over ten grams. Even if you only carry a thousand rounds per rifle, that's… how much?"

As he spoke, Zhao Dechu got confused himself.

"A thousand rounds weigh over twenty catties?" Pang Dankun, using his elementary-school math, counted on his fingers, then chuckled sheepishly: "Never mind—I was talking nonsense," and went back to eating.

Honestly, even at his best, he could carry two rifles and maybe two thousand rounds—that was his limit.

"The plan is as I described. I'll assign personnel for this operation…"

In the end, Zhang Su selected two drivers: Yu Wen and Lu Yubo.

Assigning two highly capable fighters to drive and lure zombies seemed wasteful—but given their specific circumstances, Zhang Su decided not to take them into the camp.

Yu Wen could handle zombies fine and was eloquent, persuasive—he just couldn't climb walls or ladders anymore due to age; a fall would be too risky. Lu Yubo was too reckless—his impulsiveness was written in his genes, not something he could change. This cautious mission was best avoided by him.

Others like Mo Qianlan, Pei Lan, and Chen Hanzhou also didn't join, nor did Haoyun the dog—this was a joint operation with another survivor group, too complicated.

Excluding these, fourteen people remained for the mission—a lineup so strong it rivaled the team that rescued Tan Huajun's daughter and father.

(End of Chapter)