CHAPTER 177: CHAPTER 94: RETURNING TO THE DESTINY CIVILIZATION REWARDS 2 (6K)_3

He had a natural instinct for this kind of tactical operation.

Zhang Feng valued him greatly because he was truly capable.

"What would you do if the apocalypse ended?"

At this moment, Zhang Feng suddenly asked him.

"Huh?" The commander was quite baffled, "End? Will the apocalypse end?"

"I don’t know." Zhang Feng took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, "Just chatting."

"Thanks, Brother Zhang." He took a cigarette, pulled one out, inserted it into the driver’s mouth, and lit it for him, "Seriously, Brother Zhang, I really don’t know.

Even though I really hope the apocalypse ends, I truly have no idea what I could do.

I feel like right now... it’s kind of..."

He lit a cigarette, smiled, and said, "Right now is pretty good, I’m the commander within the base."

"It is pretty good." Zhang Feng also smiled, "If it really ends, see if you can get a commander certification."

"Can that be done?" He didn’t understand.

"Yes." Zhang Feng looked at the small notebook on his lap, "Your achievements are all recorded on it, and the brothers in the base can testify.

Maybe if you find the right connections, you can pass."

"The leader says you’re capable, so you are." The driver said from the side, "Trust the leader, there’s absolutely no mistake."

"Alright." The commander was half-convinced, but when the motorcycle returned to report, he quickly dismissed the thoughts and focused on the task at hand.

Zhang Feng leaned back in his seat and took out a simple communicator from his pocket.

A few days ago it was still usable, but yesterday it was ruined by the wind.

And now, every ten days or so, this strange wind blows, penetrating everywhere.

Although it hasn’t boosted constitution for a long time, it effectively destroys various electrical capacitors and signal facilities.

The signal is permanently disrupted, unable to receive outside information.

However, a few inventors in the base are researching windproof methods.

But Zhang Feng feels that before they figure it out, their storyline might end.

’If windproof measures could be developed to restore some electronics and communications, these zombies would be easy to handle.’

Zhang Feng always felt that zombies wouldn’t be able to wipe out humanity.

The chaos resulted from the initial wind, which suddenly mutated about 95% of the people.

95% was a figure Zhang Feng deduced based on some population statistics.

Adding to that, the complete damage to signals and electronics was too sudden, too fatal.

Thinking to himself.

Zhang Feng looked out at the street, after passing several frequently cleared streets, the convoy reached a large mall close to the city center.

At the same time, the convoy stopped completely.

Zhang Feng opened the skylight of the pickup and looked into the distance, about a mile away, where dozens of zombies roamed among the congested vehicles.

"Brother Zhang." At this point, the commander also asked Zhang Feng, "What should we do?"

"What do you usually do?" Zhang Feng climbed down from the skylight, "I want to hear what you have to say first."

"Attract." The commander pointed to the streets on both sides, "Send the scouts on motorcycles to lead the zombies away. This could also lure out any zombies that might be inside the mall, allowing us to assess their numbers."

As he spoke, he gestured around, "But this might also attract more zombies, so in such resource points, we usually choose close combat with minimal noise, or directly retreat.

Based on my analysis, I feel retreating is best now."

"Yes." The driver, acting as the deputy commander, was helping to analyze so the commander wouldn’t make rash decisions, "Brother Zhang, in situations like this, we usually choose to retreat."

He took out a city map from the front compartment, where the north suburb was densely marked,

"In the north suburb where we are, there are still many resource points. Although not as large as the mall here, with multiple searches and trips, we can survive this winter."

"Yes, retreating is wise because the sound of fighting could also attract zombies." Zhang Feng nodded, and looked at the over ten people who had already gotten out of the vehicles,

"But... sigh, saying more doesn’t help, I should just take care of it, I don’t want to make extra trips."

"Wait, Brother Zhang, you?" The commander was puzzled.

Zhang Feng directly got out of the car, looked at the personnel approaching from behind,

"I called you here for one reason only, and that is to save energy when moving stuff later."

As he finished speaking.

Zhang Feng took out two alloy combat knives from the back seat, then with a slight push of his foot on the ground, leaped onto the top of a car.

This single move stunned everyone, leaving all questions stuck in their throats.

Then, Zhang Feng didn’t stop, with a few consecutive jumps, he reached the front of the group of zombies.

Meanwhile, Zhang Feng looked at both sides, seeing dozens more zombies.

’Too few, not even a warm-up.’

The next second, Zhang Feng didn’t attack, but pulled out the rifle from his back and directly fired at the zombies.

Bang bang bang! The gunshots echoed nearby.

At this moment, everyone was dumbfounded.

Is it possible to attract zombies like this?

And in that moment.

"Woo~"

Nearby zombies, as well as those in the mall, were all attracted by Zhang Feng’s actions.

Zhang Feng slung the gun over his back, holding the double knives, leaped off the vehicle, and instead of retreating, charged into the horde of zombies.

...

Half an hour later.

"Damn..."

The men loading supplies onto the vehicle were left with only this phrase.

Bodies were scattered everywhere, in a chaotic mess.

’Two hundred and thirty-seven...’

Zhang Feng was counting from left to right while recovering his stamina.

After twenty minutes.

Zhang Feng finished counting, totaling about four hundred and sixty-two, give or take a couple.

’It took only thirteen or fourteen minutes to kill them, yet over twenty minutes to count them.

It seems, when it comes to killing, hands are faster than the mind.