Chapter 669: Night Battle at Honggou Village

“Come on, the three of you, hold the door! We’ll use every resource we have to kill the zombies!”

Duan Wu ran to the gate and had Fan Donglu, Park Chan-yong, and Zhou Haiquan from Dragon Head Camp brace the heavy iron gate, then pointed to the house: “ Xiao Lu, check the back path—see if we need to retreat and know the way out!”

“When the zombies rush the gate, I’ll open this small door and let them in—one at a time, kill one as it enters. Shen, Lao Yuan, you two coordinate with me to kill them. Xiao Wu, listen carefully: we’ll pile the corpses near the door as a barrier; clear away the extras as soon as you can!”

“Got it!”

Wu Lue had already retrieved his drone and readily agreed to the plan; his combat strength was the lowest among them, but his arm strength was solid.

“Cold weapons?”

Shen Linrui frowned.

After multiple enhancements, zombies now show marked improvements in strength, speed, agility, and combat instinct. In the past, zombies needed time to notice the small door after pounding the gate—but now, they simply lined up and shoved their way in!

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Shen Linrui did not resist Duan Wu’s command; as soon as he agreed, the others from Dragon Head Camp moved into position—except Wu Lue, still packing up, everyone else was ready.

“I’m about to open the door—get ready!”

Everyone carried limited ammunition; a hundred zombies weren’t a huge threat, so it was better to save bullets unless absolutely necessary.

At that moment, Lu Yu bo rushed over, reported the situation to the group, drew his grain sampler with a metallic clang, and joined the combat team, glancing briefly at Zhao Dezhu and the mysterious figure by the wall.

A flurry of strikes—four zombies collapsed with no chance to fight back, killed instantly.

Duan Wu couldn’t delay any longer. As more zombies flooded toward the gate, the three holding it faced mounting pressure. Fortunately, there was a downward slope outside the gate, or they’d have already broken. They had to open the floodgates immediately. Creak—creak—CRASH!

“Alright, opening the door—three, two, heave!”

No buffer at all—if not for Lu Yu bo’s combat experience and Zhou Haiquan’s assistance, they’d already been overrun!

Duan Wu seized a momentary gap and shouted toward the wall—he didn’t call Zhao Dezhu directly, because if the mysterious figure didn’t help, Zhao Dezhu had to watch him…

“Understood!”

Duan Wu watched zombies fall before him, his heart pounding.

The iron gate, welded by villagers themselves, was solidly built; the zombies’ pounding sounded like beating an old drum—louder than a rooster’s crow—making those inside grimace, especially the three holding the gate, their hearts racing and ribs trembling.

Duan Wu wasn’t weak; after the initial clash, he gradually found his rhythm. But to reach Lu Yu bo’s level in such a short time? Pure fantasy. Just holding steady without falling into danger was already a feat—he could barely resist!

Duan Wu grabbed the latch of the small door!

“Thanks!”

But one small thing hadn’t acted yet—Lightning. Fluffy Lightning hid beneath an overturned black cooking pot, peering out through the gap, feeling a faint unease he couldn’t explain.

“Bro, come help! The villagers are too fierce!”

Under the zombies’ frantic assault, pressure inside surged sharply.

Meanwhile, Lu Yu bo, the fastest killer among them, thrust his grain sampler forward and cleanly dispatched the zombie lunging at Duan Wu.

Zhou Haiquan, Park Chan-yong, and the burly Fan Donglu found wooden bars to brace the iron gate, shoulder and one arm bracing a hollow steel pipe like a crossbeam, faces tense.

“The back path’s messy, but escape is possible!”

Everyone ignored Lightning…

The truth proved his plan imperfect: he’d imagined a “turn-based” fight—after killing the first wave, there’d be a buffer to pile corpses as barriers. But things didn’t go as planned.

As for the Yanluo Legion, Lu Yu Bo’s strength had significantly improved after studying the Ju family martial arts—he struck with greater precision and power. Duan Wu, the “brain” of the group, became the weakest of the four. He trained regularly at camp but lacked real combat experience, still stuck in the mindset from months ago when he was with the Survivors’ Alliance. The only time he’d faced enhanced zombies was when he ran one over with a car.

The mysterious figure reached out to take the cigarette—when zombies slammed into the gate, a series of impacts rang out. The force was strong, but the three holding the gate showed no signs of strain.

“Ah… eh…”

“Aoooo! Awooo!” The zombies clearly sensed living flesh—their howls grew urgent, desperate, drawing nearer.

Wu Lue didn’t stand idle; seeing the emergency, he crouched and dragged the corpses backward. He couldn’t stack them as barriers, but at least he kept them from tripping his allies.

Thump-thump-thump…

Suddenly, the mysterious figure by the wall let out a twisted, sobbing cry—deeply agonized.

Zhao Dezhu mimicked Duan Wu’s tone to soothe the mysterious figure, then offered him a cigarette.

Thump-thump… thump…

The zombies’ pushing jammed the latch tight—he had to twist hard to pull it free…

Zhao Dezhu exhaled in relief and joined the fight, but his attention remained fixed on the mysterious figure, fearing he might suddenly snap.

“Kill! Fight!”

Shen Linrui, though leading a reconnaissance squad, was no ordinary man. His Tang sword was razor-sharp—zombies offered little resistance under its cuts. Yuan Huotu, the fortune-teller, came from a farming background and had strong strength; his weapon was a long-handled hammer with a head no bigger than a flower bud—seemingly delicate, but devastating when smashing zombies.

“Come on!”

“Awooo! Aoooo!” With a crash, the small door burst open. The narrow space, meant for one person, suddenly forced in four zombies at once.

None among them could land a one-hit kill. Even Lu Yu bo, with his grain sampler, couldn’t guarantee hitting vital spots every time. He was the most efficient, but after the first two zombies, he needed three to four strikes per kill. Next came Shen Linrui—his offense and defense were steady, orderly, even stylish, but his kill rate lagged far behind Lu Yu bo’s; by the time Lu Yu bo finished two, Shen Linrui had just slain one.

“Yes, use cold weapons first!”

“Bro, it’s fine, it’s fine. Here, smoke this, calm your nerves. Sending them off is an act of virtue. When you attain enlightenment and become a god, don’t be sad.”

Yuan Huotu’s weapon looked crude and heavy, his motions simple—just smashing—but his kill rate matched Shen Linrui’s. He just reacted slower to sudden changes or transitions.

“Ah, uh…”

“Aoooo! Awooo!” The zombies, snarling and clawing under the flashlight’s beam, looked monstrous—rows of white fangs glinted coldly. One bite meant instant death. Their swinging arms cast blurred shadows—less deadly than teeth, but still dangerous.

Shen Linrui gripped his weapon: a plain, unadorned Tang sword, no flashy design, blade gleaming sharp, handle wrapped in cloth.

Puff-puff, pthss, thud-thud, hiss-hiss…

Duan Wu responded bluntly, then added: “Check your ammo. If we can’t hold, fall back inside and shoot—but try not to shoot!”

Regardless, the four zombies were swiftly eliminated—but if they only focused on the four on the ground, someone would be doomed! Two more zombies squeezed through the small door immediately after, barely five seconds later. Zhou Haiquan sensed the danger, freed one hand, and thrust his spear at the incoming zombies, helping neutralize half the threat.

This time, the mysterious figure didn’t hesitate—he snatched up a spear on the ground, let out a mournful howl, and charged toward the gate.

Boom-boom-boom.

The mysterious figure didn’t act as Zhao Dezhu expected—he wielded the spear with swift, clean motions: thrusting, stabbing, slashing, smashing, stirring up gusts of wind, his assault fierce, matching anyone’s! But he didn’t kill any zombies—only controlled them, constantly tripping them to the ground to create openings for others to kill.

Logically, even if the mysterious figure didn’t kill zombies, Zhao Dezhu’s entry should’ve eased pressure—but the kill rate still couldn’t keep up with the zombies filling the gaps!

By coincidence, the zombies jammed at the small door suddenly cleared…

From chaos to order, zombies outside surged rapidly into the courtyard—the few inside could only fight and retreat, trading space for time.

(End of Chapter)