Chapter 458: It

Zhang Su's gaze shifted further, seeing the zombies scattered across the distant wasteland gradually drawn toward the shouts; he pressed his palm downward and called out loudly.

"Successfully detonating the grapes wasn't my achievement alone—it was the result of everyone's united effort, the sentries' steadfast defense, the scientists' round-the-clock research, the drone operators' precise drops, and every single person here contributed—you are witnesses to a great moment!"

Leaders enjoy reverence and flattery, so they must distribute credit to all; honor belongs to everyone.

Another wave of fierce cheers erupted; Liu Yao, Yang Xinqi, and Li Zongkai—the former leaders of their factions—cheered alongside their former subordinates; they were no longer leaders, their mindsets largely adjusted, now simply members of the faction.

"Boss, the dragged zombie group has started moving, but some farther ones are still confused!"

Zhang Ya's voice came through the radio, sounding crackling with static—perhaps due to the grape explosion's interference.

"Boss, Boss, should we still shove in the second grape?"

Immediately, a serious voice asked a damp question.

Everyone's expressions were priceless—could another explosion like that happen again? At this moment, they couldn't help wondering: just how many fireworks could Tianma Yu unleash?

Zhang Su seemed to sense their thoughts; he picked up the radio and spoke casually to Wu Lue: "The western zombie group is ours to stretch our limbs; the grapes are for the northern group!"

"Haha, got it!"

Wu Lue's reply carried unbridled delight.

It was precisely Zhang Su's nonchalant demeanor and Wu Lue's joy that left others utterly clueless—could such explosions really be repeated often? If so, this camp would be incredibly secure.

Some simply gave up trying to figure it out—why bother? This wasn't their concern! "Everyone!"

Zhang Su gave them no time to speculate; he swiftly drew his Tianma Yu-issue steel rod and pointed west: "The zombies are coming—our home won't let them trample it; it's our turn to act. If you're brothers, stab them to death—but remember, your lives matter most!"

"Aaaah, kill them!"

"Aaaah…"

As the rallying cry ended, emotions ran wild; everyone gripped their cold weapons, ready for battle.

The roaring shouts accelerated the zombies' rush toward the highway; what should have taken four or five minutes took only one or two—the first wave from the west arrived.

A horde of zombies surged forward; two drones took off one after another from Tianma Yu, moving slowly northward, likely fearing that too much speed might cause an "air crash."

Pan Guoliang sat inside the tank, looking odd, lighting another cigarette; he had been slated to step forward and shine, but the leader chose a faster solution—he wanted to draw his weapon and join the battle on the highway, yet dared not abandon his post.

"Aowuowu!"

The western zombie group originally numbered seven or eight thousand, but stretched thin, only about three thousand now charged the highway—scattered, lacking the oppressive force of a unified horde, arriving in sporadic bursts, giving fighters breathing room; stripped of all advantages, they couldn't even touch human clothing.

The weakest fighters on site were the Tianma Yu reserve team; the rest had all been elites of their former factions—certainly not as strong as the combat anchors of the Yama Legion, but still formidable! Mindless zombies charged straight into the barricades and met lethal strikes without hesitation, instantly dispatched, then tossed backward.

The weaker female fighters didn't compete for zombie kills; instead, they worked hard dragging corpses to the barren fields behind, preventing the barricades from collapsing under accumulating bodies.

Normally, leaders didn't join the frontlines—not because they were weak, except Li Zongkai, whose skills were indeed average—but because they needed to coordinate the whole battle. But today was different: as the zombies neared, Zhang Su leapt straight off the vehicle and charged forward with his steel rod, unhesitating!

His combat strength was absolute peak among them all; he'd swiftly ended his fight with Liao Youzhi using special methods, but in this racial war, he intended to truly show his prowess—

He'd use only half his strength, since he still had to command, so he didn't activate dual-wield mode.

A single steel rod in his hands became a raging dragon; whether thrusting, stabbing diagonally, smashing, or sweeping, every strike was a kill.

He discovered that blending certain force techniques from "Crazy Dog Fist" into Ju's Martial Art brought remarkable improvement.

Zombies that others needed three or five strikes to kill appeared pathetically fragile before Zhang Su; those unaware might think he'd activated a corrosion aura, weakening zombie defenses.

Zhang Su's performance gave the illusion that, if not for coordinating with his comrades and directing the battle, he could have single-handedly plunged into the horde—or even… seven times in and out? "Throw this zombie out alone!"

He killed another zombie, but specifically instructed: the one he held had withstood three strikes—it was a mutated petrified-skin zombie.

He tossed it to the corpse-clearing reserve members, then plunged back into battle without pausing, his eyes scanning, hoping to encounter another mutated zombie.

Liu Yao, Yang Xinqi, Li Zongkai, and several squad leaders from the Survivor Alliance stared, dumbfounded—doing this makes us look pathetic…

They still had to command, but each of them now raised weapons and charged forward, joining the zombie-slaying fray.

The Yama Legion's brilliance wasn't limited to Zhang Su alone; apart from Yu Wen, visibly aged and losing strength, every single one had something dazzling.

Especially those female figures—they'd all been present at Beidong Town, but after returning to Tianma Yu, they'd been busy with chores, leading people to assume they were logistics staff; only now did they realize: logistics? Pfft—that was their side job!

Most astonishing was Zhao Xue.

With a delicate appearance, she'd been Lin Daiyu before descending the mountain; after, she became the female version of Fang Shi Yu. Among the few who controlled their expressions, she killed zombies without snarling or grinning—just calm, calm, calm.

Zheng Xinyu and Zhong Xiaoshanjian fought side by side; Zheng Xinyu had her longtime baseball bat stuck in her back and wielded a steel rod, handling her own front while occasionally assisting Zhong Xiaoshanjian, whose civilian training had been minimal.

Zhong Xiaoshanjian wasn't weak either—she could handle the situation fine, just not as smoothly as Zheng Xinyu; their coordination was seamless.

Tan Hua's bulky figure stood out; her build hadn't thinned since the disaster—on the contrary, intense training had made her even more solid, gaining over twenty pounds, more muscular than most men.

Of course, this was tied to her astonishing appetite; comparisons had shown she ate as much as Liu Tianji and Wu Lue combined…

Tan Hua's caliper had been reinforced, its jaws now possessing greater destructive power; its stained dark-brown hue made observers shudder.

Yu Qing's performance was slightly weaker, but she was the woman who'd gone with Zhang Su to "pick grapes"—who dared underestimate her? Pei Lan had been set to become full-time logistics, but under Chen Hanzhou's relentless encouragement and supervision, she stubbornly stuck to training; weaker than other women, yet her combat ability was solid—among other factions, with her strength and looks, she might have become a leader's lady.

The most absurd was Ju Wuying; she stood behind the barricade, wielding a slender steel rod, her combat posture casual, as if slacking off—but the zombies falling before her piled up too fast to even be cleared! All other faction fighters were male, enjoying privileged treatment in the camp—even without overt displays, male dominance was clear. But now, that notion shattered.

The Yama Legion women's battle figures acted like concentrated stimulants, spurring other camp fighters to unleash furious output, pouring their masculine charm onto the zombies! They silently urged themselves: even if they couldn't match those few "crazies" in the Yama Legion, could they really lose to women?

That slacking woman doesn't count…

(End of Chapter)