As for how they will make a living in the future, that's up to them; no one is obligated to support them for life.

"Set off."

In addition to the original five survivor teams, four new survivor teams also participated in the rescue, so they were clearing two dormitory buildings at the same time.

The military divided into two groups of 20 people to lead the team, and Fang Xiyue and her two companions were still with the previous seven people.

"Sister Yue, can I go first? I made a bet with them to see who kills more zombies."

They actually think the Tang swords Sister Yue made are no good? I have to show them!

Wang Quan'an, wielding a Tang sword, looked menacing.

Originally, the Tang sword was supposed to be given to Captain Zhang Guangping today, but because of the bet, the Tang sword returned to Wang Quan'an's hands.

"Okay." Of course, no one would refuse if someone was willing to take the lead.

The two fighters happened to be on the second and third floors. They glared at each other for a few seconds at the junction of the stairs before separating.

This kind of competition is a gentleman's agreement; whoever kills how many zombies simply reports the number at the end.

If someone lies, there's nothing that can be done. Their teams are randomly assigned, which also serves as a form of mutual supervision.

From the moment he encountered the first zombie, Wang Quan'an charged forward as if he had been injected with adrenaline.

He held back his strength because he had previously witnessed two soldiers using Tang swords to kill zombies.

The moment the zombie's head fell to the ground, he was incredibly excited; this was too easy!

Once there's a first one, there's a second one. Wang Quan'an kills one and reports the count each time.

Fang Xiyue and the others could only follow behind him, killing the zombies he couldn't kill in time, and protecting him from being scratched by the zombies.