Duong Quang residential area.
Ma Duy Vien ran over hurriedly.
"Duy Vien, what's wrong?" Khau Bang, who was preparing to go to the lecture hall, asked.
"Something happened, I have to find Brother Lam."
He said it without even turning his head.
Khau Bang looked at the retreating figure, very puzzled. What could happen to our shelter? It's extremely safe, okay?
At this moment.
"Brother Hang, has Brother Lam already left Duong Quang residential area?" Ma Duy Vien found Co Hang and asked.
"What happened?"
Co Hang was extremely surprised. At least, he had never seen Ma Duy Vien so anxious to find Lam Pham. From his expression, it was clear that something had definitely happened.
Ma Duy Vien quickly told Co Hang what he had just learned from the radio.
"Huong Son Film City base has been targeted by a Giam Thi-type zombie."
Co Hang understood the severity of the matter. If it were ordinary zombies, even if one or two hundred zombies attacked the Huong Son base, nothing would happen. The high city walls could block the zombies outside, and they could definitely clean them up slowly.
But Giam Thi-type zombies were different. This type of zombie could attract a large group of zombies, carrying out a zombie sea tactic, endless, making people terrified and helpless.
He remembered when Duong Tue gave birth.
Endless zombies rushed over. Anyone seeing that scene would have panicked. If not for Lam Pham being very strong, the Duong Quang residential area shelter would have been breached long ago, completely vanishing without a trace.
"Little Pham has already left the residential area, but only for about ten minutes, heading in that direction. Leave this matter to me; I'll have Old Chung and the others go find him."
Co Hang gave a few instructions to the patrolmen, then left with Ma Duy Vien.
Regarding this matter, Co Hang also had his thoughts. They lived in Hoang City, feeling the pressure of the apocalypse. What they hoped for most was that other survivors were still alive.
Perhaps the two sides didn't know each other.
But these things were not important. Knowing that there was another group of survivors still alive, with their own base, their own order, this was something worth their joy.
Now that such a thing had happened, facing the threat of a zombie tide, Co Hang felt he couldn't just sit by and watch.
"Old Chung, Lao Mao, drive out with me for a trip," Co Hang called out.
"Coming!"
"Received!"
Lao Mao drove the steel behemoth over.
Old Chung said: "Where are we going then?"
Co Hang said: "Follow the direction I point. We're going to find Lam Pham now; there's something important we need to find him for."
Huong Son Film City base.
The clamor inside the base had already formed two extreme contrasts with the figures on the city wall.
The cellar was the only place that group of survivors could hide.
Dam Thanh and Mao Binh had already given instructions, letting women and children hide inside. However, for survivors who wanted to live, how could they still keep these words in mind?
After all, the space in the cellar was only so large.
It was impossible for everyone to hide inside, so fighting was a very normal occurrence.
A young woman with short hair, her face full of sorrow, looked at the surrounding situation. Her name was Mao Tinh Tinh, Mao Binh's daughter. At this moment, watching the chaotic situation around her, her heart burned with anxiety, even feeling a sense of helplessness.
"Stop fighting, children and women go into the underground cellar first! Men, pick up your weapons and go to the city wall to resist the zombies!" Mao Tinh Tinh shouted, seeing a chubby man violently pull out an old grandma who was about to enter the cellar.
She couldn't help but step forward, "What are you doing?"
Bang!
The chubby man pushed Mao Tinh Tinh away.
"You scram! Laozi doesn't want to die anyway!"
Mao Tinh Tinh, pushed to the ground, stood up, rushed forward, and grabbed him, "The cellar is reserved for women and children! Have you no shame?"
Bang!
Mao Tinh Tinh was pushed to the ground again. The chubby man shouted: "Damn it, my life is almost gone, what face does Laozi still want? If you dare to block me again, Laozi will beat you to death!"
After speaking.
Without waiting for Mao Tinh Tinh to say more nonsense, the chubby man immediately ran into the underground cellar, closing the door tightly. It could clearly accommodate several more survivors, but at this moment, selfish thoughts had erupted.
"Tinh Tinh, how are you?" A woman ran over and helped Tinh Tinh up, "Go, hurry and follow me, there's still a cellar over there."
"Sister, forget about me. Please take this grandma over. I want to go to the city wall and fight with them."
"What are you saying, Tinh Tinh? This is not something you can do!"
"Sister, say no more, you go first."
Mao Tinh Tinh didn't say another word of nonsense but ran towards the front. No matter how this woman called out, she didn't even turn her head once.
The woman watched Tinh Tinh's retreating figure.
Sighed.
She could only support that old woman towards another cellar.
Chaos, it was completely chaotic.
At this moment.
The current situation made Mao Tinh Tinh completely dumbfounded.
Chaos to the extreme.
Survivors were snatching various kinds of food from each other. In the current apocalypse, food was very precious. But now, as this group of survivors snatched, who knows how much food was scattered on the ground, and even more, who knows how much was wasted.
"Mine, this is mine! Don't snatch it from me!"
"Ten of us haven't smelled meat for over a month!"
Some survivors who managed to snatch things ran very fast, holding their supplies, and disappeared into the crowd.
Some survivors wolfed down food on the spot, as if completely ignoring the situation outside the city walls. Before their eyes, there were only these supplies, this food.
Mao Tinh Tinh stood there blankly, staring at the situation before her.
Scene after scene impacted her heart.
Huong Son Film City base was her father's painstaking effort. When the apocalypse broke out, her father slowly took in survivors, providing them with food in the initial stages, giving them a place to stay. As the number of people grew, and Sieu Pham gia appeared, her father proposed that Huong Son base must have order, must have management.
Otherwise, as the number of survivors increased, Huong Son base would become chaotic.
This was something no one wanted to see.
Developing until now, it had always been her father and eleven Sieu Pham gia managing the overall situation.
The Sieu Pham gia were responsible for hunting zombies or leading teams to collect supplies.
And her father managed Huong Son base.
It had always developed in an orderly, non-chaotic manner.
Even if some stubborn survivors thought of causing trouble, thought of eating and drinking well, they were similarly suppressed under Dam Thanh and the others' threat. Everyone honestly did their work, contributing to the base, thereby obtaining food.
Now, every bit of food was precious.
It was all earned through the struggle of living people. Even she or her father rarely had meat or fish, or ate and drank freely, but distributed according to rules, leaving the good food for the eleven Sieu Pham gia.
These eleven were the foundation of the base.
Mao Tinh Tinh looked at the scene before her. She knew that when danger arrived, fear was a very normal situation. Every person would be afraid, would be terrified.
"Everyone, stop! Listen to me!"
She shouted loudly.
However, her voice was drowned out by the noise. That group of survivors snatching supplies didn't hear her at all, completely engrossed in the business of snatching.
Now she was like a pitiful person swaying in the wind and rain.
Mao Tinh Tinh knew this couldn't continue.
Action had to be taken.
She saw a megaphone thrown on the ground, picked it up, turned on the switch, and roared with all her might.
"Stop! Listen to me!"
She hoped everyone could hear her.
Instantly.
The survivors in the midst of snatching stopped their actions, looking at the helpless Mao Tinh Tinh. They knew this was Mao Binh's daughter.
Even the panicked, fleeing survivors also stopped and observed.
"I know everyone is very scared, very terrified. An endless zombie tide is attacking, wanting to breach our last refuge. But have you ever thought, what good can fear, fleeing, and hiding do?
When the zombies break in, can everyone stay alive?
Fear cannot solve problems. If fear could solve problems, then let's all be scared together, wait together for the zombie tide to retreat. But is that possible? This is an impossible thing.
Once, we had happy families, we had accompanying relatives. But the apocalyptic zombies came and snatched away all our precious things. We became like soulless husks, living day by day in a daze. Now we have a place to stay; Huong Son base is our final home.
They are fighting zombies on the city wall. They are also scared, but they also know this is the only thing that can be done.
I won't say anything to boost morale. I just want to say, the choice is yours. I will not be a coward. I want to avenge my relatives, to protect this last piece of pure land. If you want to be turtles hiding in your shells, waiting for death, then go! No matter what the result, I will always believe that having fought, there will be no complaints!"
Mao Tinh Tinh threw the megaphone to the ground, turned, and headed towards the perimeter wall.
She had already said everything she wanted to say in her heart.
The choice was theirs.
She couldn't force others to come.
As Mao Tinh Tinh walked away.
The stunned survivors stood rooted to the spot. Immediately after, they looked at each other, their eyes meeting.
One survivor continued to move supplies. What Mao Tinh Tinh had just said, he considered nonsense.
"She's right! Fear can't solve anything! My family of six, five were killed by zombies! And I'm f*cking here snatching things, thinking of saving my own life! If they hadn't saved me before, I would have committed suicide long ago! Back then, I wasn't even afraid of death, so why am I scared now? Damn it! Laozi will fight them to the death!"
The survivor who spoke threw the supplies he was carrying to the ground and ran towards the perimeter wall.
"I'm going too!"
"Fight! Fight! We're all going to die anyway, might as well die heroically!"
"Count me in!"
It wasn't that Mao Tinh Tinh's words were so morale-boosting, but under Mao Tinh Tinh's heart-wrenching roar, this group of survivors snapped out of their anxiety.
That's right.
Would hiding be useful?
Definitely useless.
People's courage doesn't just appear out of nowhere. When there is one, or even more, people charging forward righteously without flinching, even though they are clearly as scared as oneself, it's as if they receive some incomprehensible encouragement.
Just like in a fight: the opponent has several people, your side also has several people, but no one makes a move. You are hesitating, not knowing if you should make a move. But when your teammates all charge forward roaring and pouncing, even if you are a little scared in your heart, you still charge forward.
On the city wall.
Survivor after survivor was frightened by the scene before them.
Densely packed zombies, like a tide, roared as they approached. The deafening "ughh ughh" sounds constantly brought them immense pressure.
Some survivors' legs trembled, but their hands gripped the edge of the city wall, preventing themselves from slumping to the ground.
Some had pale faces, felt cold all over, their hearts as if they had stopped beating.
"How many of them are there?"
After one survivor muttered this, all survivors had the same thought.
That's right.
How few is this? Can they even be killed?
Dam Thanh looked on with a serious expression, then said: "Mr. Mao, how many burning bottles has our base made?"
Burning bottles were relatively easy to make.
A bottle, alcohol, a wick.
These were best used for city wall defense, a weapon with lethality.
Mao Binh said: "Not many, three or four hundred."
When making burning bottles before, it was just in case, to prevent encountering some difficult-to-deal-with zombies, so they could use burning bottles to deal with them.
But now, the number of zombies before them was truly too many. It had to be said, even these burning bottles were probably not enough.
"Ughh ughh."
"Ughh ughh."
Concentrated roars came. The zombies swarmed over. Seeing the humans on the city wall, this group of zombies' ferocity was thoroughly provoked. Even though the high city wall blocked them, it still couldn't stop their ferocity.
Bang!
Bang!
The zombies collided with the perimeter wall, reaching out their hands, clearly knowing the great disparity with the city wall, yet still pretending to climb.
Dam Thanh shouted, "Burning bottles, throw!"
Following his order, the defending survivors lit the burning bottles and viciously threw them at the zombies below. In an instant, a sea of fire engulfed them, and countless zombies were covered in flames.
For zombies that felt no pain, unless their functions were completely burned out, they would otherwise continue to advance.
"Throw!"
"Throw!"
In a flash, the grounds outside were ablaze with burning flames. Many zombies transformed into flame zombies, walking, walking, unable to support themselves, and collapsed to the ground with a thud.
The zombies roared "ughh ughh."
They were not frightened off just because the flames were burning.
The number of zombies was truly too many. Even these burning bottles had a very minimal effect on them. For the zombie tide, it was merely a drop in the ocean.
As the burning bottles continuously decreased, more survivors transported burning bottle supplies onto the city wall.
In a short moment, nearly a hundred zombies were eliminated. The flames burned their corpses, and the corpses piled up beneath the city wall.
Zombies were different from humans. Humans engulfed in flames would just run around randomly, while zombies consistently charged towards the city wall, eventually losing function and completely falling beneath the city wall.
Dam Thanh looked at the situation below the city wall, his expression extremely grave: "If corpses continue to pile up like this, I'm afraid a ramp will eventually form, allowing the zombies to climb up."
Facing this situation, he also had no solution.
Dam Thanh, without thinking, lit a burning bottle, suddenly exerted force, and flung it towards the distance. With a pfft, the flames spread out, forming a wall of fire.
Immediately after.
He continued to throw burning bottles towards the distance.
The other few Awakened ones, seeing Dam Thanh's actions, seemed to have thought of something and similarly emulated him, throwing burning bottles far away, blockading the path. Using the distance between the flames and the perimeter wall, when zombies were engulfed in flames, even if they could continuously advance towards the perimeter wall, they would likely fall halfway.
However... this, for the impact on the battlefield situation, was merely a grain of sand in the desert.
The zombies ran very fast, crowding each other, pressing against each other. Even if some zombies had flames burning on their bodies, they still continuously piled onto other zombies.
"This is what the zombie picture atlas discussed as 'human pyramids'!"
Dam Thanh hoped Huong Son base could hold, but the current number of zombies was truly too many.
Perhaps they could eliminate thousands of zombies, but the zombies appearing before them were not just in the thousands; there might even be over ten thousand.
"Dad, what now?"
Mao Tinh Tinh, carrying a sharpened long pole, ran onto the city wall.
Mao Binh's expression changed when he saw her, "What are you doing here? Didn't I tell you to hide with them?"
"Dad, it's already come to this, where else can we hide? Everyone has come; they've all prepared to fight the zombies to the death," Mao Tinh Tinh said. Then she saw swarms of survivors rushing towards the city wall, standing separately. Those with burning bottles threw them down; those without burning bottles held specially made iron poles, about six or seven meters long, and thrust them downwards.
No matter where it stabbed, as long as it could damage the zombies, it was good.
To reduce the burden on everyone as much as possible.
Mao Binh didn't say much. The current situation was too dangerous. The zombies had already piled up beneath the city wall, rapidly forming human pyramids. Even though burning bottles were setting them ablaze, they were still rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Fortunately, however, there were more survivors continuously thrusting downwards. When the pile gained some height, some height was toppled.
"Uncle Dam Thanh, a Tu Bao Hinh tang thi has appeared there!"
Chu Chu, who had been observing from the city wall all along, saw a chubby zombie appear within the zombie horde. If it were before, he definitely wouldn't have known, but after obtaining the zombie picture atlas, he recognized what that zombie was at a glance.
Dam Thanh looked in the direction Chu Chu indicated.
It was indeed a chubby zombie.
He recalled the content he had seen.
A Tu Bao Hinh tang thi would actively self-destruct, forming an impact like a grenade, capable of causing fatal damage to creatures within three meters, and even beyond three meters, it would possess terrifying power.
"Truong Ung!"
"Brother Dam, I'm here!" A thin man ran over panting, holding his specially made bow and arrow; he was Huong Son base's divine archer.
Dam Thanh pointed to the chubby zombie approaching from afar and said: "Shoot that Tu Bao Hinh tang thi dead for me."
"Okay!"
Truong Ung, without thinking, directly drew his bow. His right arm suddenly bulged, veins popping. His right arm instantly became twice as large as his left. With a whoosh, an arrow shot out, turning into a streak of light and rushing towards the Tu Bao Hinh tang thi's head.
Pfft!
Hit.
The Tu Bao Hinh tang thi, suffering external damage, its abdomen suddenly swelled. With a bang, it instantly exploded. The terrifying impact sent the zombies beside it flying into the sky, a mess of flesh and blood, directly forming a three-to-four-meter diameter vacuum. Even zombies six or seven meters away were implicated, falling to the ground, then unsteadily getting up again and rushing towards the perimeter wall.
"Brother Dam, this zombie is somewhat terrifying!" Truong Ung looked at the scene of that zombie exploding, very shocked. If it got close, wouldn't one be blown to death?
Dam Thanh's expression was extremely serious, "Pay attention to this type of zombie. I'm worried this type of zombie is coming to self-destruct and blow up the city gate!"
Truong Ung was startled. Thinking of this type of zombie's power, he felt a wave of fear. Although the city gate was very sturdy, if ten such zombies self-destructed, it would probably be very difficult to withstand.
At this time, the number of dead zombies gradually increased, and the zombies beneath the city wall had already piled up to a height of three or four meters. This was because countless survivors were continuously thrusting with iron poles; otherwise, the zombies would have broken through long ago.
But at this moment.
Chu Chu's cunning eyes scanned the surrounding situation. Suddenly, he saw several zombies appear in the zombie horde not far away. The mouths of those zombies opened up like flower petals.
He instantly thought of a type of zombie.
Hurriedly roared.
"Everyone, quickly cover your ears! Rit Len Hinh tang thi have appeared!"
Not long after he finished speaking.
Piercing sounds rang out one after another.
"Ah... My ears!"
"So painful, so painful!"
The survivors on the city wall were hit by the sound attack, suddenly covering their ears, falling to the ground, their expressions extremely pained.
"H..."