Chapter 133

The main force returned in the afternoon. The Church of the Saviors was surrounded by hordes of zombies. Rick and his men each led their own teams to destroy several outposts and seize weapons from the Saviors, greatly strengthening their own forces. Unfortunately, the Kingdom of God's squad suffered a sudden attack and was almost completely wiped out.

Fortunately, Rick and Daryl arrived in time and seized the heavy weapons from those people. Although many people inevitably wanted to rush into the Saviour's Hall, the first floor of the Saviour's Hall was a workers' area, and many of them had been forced to go there. If the doors of the Saviour's Hall were blown open and the walkers were allowed in, they would all die.

Undoubtedly, Rick wants to eliminate the Saviors, and so does everyone else, but in the process, they should try to avoid unnecessary casualties. They are not the Saviors, and they do not want to kill innocent people indiscriminately.

Although they lost the simplest and quickest solution, they were true to themselves, and everyone believed that they would win with time.

Heavy weapons were distributed equally among the three communities, with the majority going to Hilltop Village, where the fighting force was the weakest.

Hearing Daryl mention Rick's arrangements, Lina thought that perhaps this would reduce casualties after the Saviors' breakout. But how exactly did those people escape from the Saviors' Hall? Tsk! Eugene!

"Lina? Lina!" Daryl waved his hand in front of Lina's eyes. "What's wrong?"

“No, I’m just a little worried about the Saviors. What if they try to escape?” Lina frowned worriedly. “You know, as long as they smear themselves with the rotting flesh of the walkers, even if just one person escapes, they can drive away and lure the walkers away…”

“No, no,” Daryl said, a smirk playing on his lips. “Didn’t you notice someone was missing?”

Lena looked around. "There's been too much population movement in Alexander lately. I can't tell. Tell me, don't keep me in suspense!" Lena shook Daryl's arm.

Daryl secretly enjoyed Lina's coquettish behavior, but couldn't help blushing slightly. "Sasha is sniping outside, and we've also arranged for observers at the Lookout. The three communities will take turns sending people to patrol and deliver supplies to them."

"..." Lina was completely devastated. Sasha! She desperately wanted Sasha to stay away from the Salvation Army! After the Salvation Army escaped, all the people the community had stationed outside were killed!

Eugene! Although she didn't know how he did it, she couldn't forget that he did release the Saviors and get all the walkers out of the Church of the Saviors!

"Can I go?" Lina asked Daryl with a long face, unable to smile at all.

"What's wrong?" Daryl asked, noticing Lina's worried expression. "Don't worry, Moore is leading the team nearby."

"...No, you should let me go." Lina was even more distressed. She hadn't forgotten that Sean was also at the Salvation Hall! What would happen if he saw Moore?!

I should have known better than to jinx it!

“I’ll be changing shifts tomorrow morning, you can come with me,” Daryl said after thinking for a moment. “We will win.”

“I never doubt that,” Lena said, clinging to Daryl’s arm and leaning against him. “But I still worry. War, you know, always involves people getting hurt and dying.”

"..." Daryl couldn't offer any words of comfort. What Lina said was true. Even he couldn't guarantee his safe return from the battlefield. In fact, in that situation, he couldn't think of anything else but the instinct for survival. They would die, and he would live. Daryl lowered his head and kissed the top of Lina's head. "Go and rest. You'll have to get up very early tomorrow."

Lena nodded, and Daryl exchanged a glance with Rick from afar. The two nodded in tacit agreement, and then he put his arm around Lena and took her home to rest.

Rick has solved a whole host of problems, but now he faces another big one, brought to him by his son.

“...We’ve talked about this before,” who could have imagined that after they went out to fight, their son would bring back a man of unknown identity.

“You should meet him, get to know him,” Carl insisted. “Dad, what are we fighting for?” Seeing Carl’s stubborn gaze, Rick reluctantly gave in. He sighed, a deep sigh escaping his lips, “Carl…”

“I’m serious, Dad. Siddiq said his mother told him, ‘May my mercy overcome my anger,’ and that’s what I want to tell you, Dad,” Carl pursed his lips, his fingers fidgeting nervously with the seam of his trousers. “There will be an end to this, and when that day comes, how will we—I mean, those Salvation Army people—deal with them?”

Rick frowned, licking his lips impatiently. "I warned them, more than once, Carl. Only one person will die, Negan, only him." But the Saviors remained unmoved.

“No,” Carl frowned at Rick, “Dad, do you really think Negan’s death will solve everything?”

Rick was stumped by Carl's question, somewhat shocked and surprised, but he still nodded firmly, "Yes, that's right, Negan must die."

Carl shook his head without speaking. Rick patted him on the shoulder helplessly. "Let that guy, Siddiq, stay in the cell for now. I'll have a good talk with him after we finish this war."

Carl nodded, still pondering his earlier question: would killing Negan really have been useful?

“Keep an eye on your sister. I’m going out for a bit,” Rick said, walking over to Michonne. “I’m going to find some outside help. It might take some time. Andrea handled the Alexander matter very well. Keep her here, just remember to remind her to keep an eye on the Church of the Saviour. We can’t let our guard down.”

“Don’t worry,” Michonne smiled and nodded at Rick, then changed the subject, “But, outside help?” She tilted her head slightly, raised an eyebrow at Rick, wondering if it wasn’t the one she was thinking of.

Rick didn't speak, but simply furrowed his brow and looked at Michonne.

“No…” Michonne was somewhat helpless; those people were not to be trusted!

“We need more people,” Rick insisted.

“They can’t be trusted!” Michonne felt her wounds throbbing again; those scavengers had just tricked them!

“We have compelling terms, and once they see what the Saviour Church looks like, they’ll agree.” Rick was very confident. He had no feelings for those speculators; in any deal, as long as the objective was achieved, that was all that mattered.

“I know I can’t convince you, at least you can’t go by yourself.” Michonne compromised; Rick’s stubbornness sometimes gave her a headache.

“No, me. What if something happens at the Saviour’s Church?” Rick felt uneasy at the thought of such an accident. “Anyway, I’ll go.”

“…Rick!” Michonne frowned, looking at him angrily, but no one could sway his decision. Soon, Rick kissed Michonne’s forehead and drove away from Alexandria.

Whenever Rick gets really angry at Lina, Michonne actually feels a sense of satisfaction; it's like tit for tat! Everyone is too stubborn and opinionated.

*

It was a pleasant night, after all, they had achieved a great victory during the day!

Mohr whistled leisurely as he took out his wine jug and took a sip. He knew he wouldn't drink too much. There were lookouts on the watchtower, and everything in the Salvation Hall was as usual, despite the mountains and seas of corpses.

They won't be able to get out tonight at least. According to Moore's prediction, even if they were to come out, it would be several days later.

Yes, he believed that the people inside would escape. Don't underestimate the capabilities of such a large organization. After so many years in the apocalypse, everyone has struggled and survived, and those who have survived are no ordinary people.

Moore raised the jug and took a big gulp. The night wind relentlessly seeped in through his trouser legs, sending a chill down his spine—not a good sign.

Moore smacked his lips, picked up his gun, made a gesture towards the watchtower, and then disappeared into the nearby woods. He had to patrol just in case.

Under the cover of night, a pair of obscure eyes secretly watched Mor's figure. [1, 2, 3—]

The zombie leaped out from behind the tree, and Moore stabbed it in the brain. For some reason, when he tried to pull his hand out, he felt a slight lag. After a moment's delay, Moore was hit from behind and fell to the ground unconscious.

Kill him, kill him! Sean emerged viciously from the darkness. It was all because of that damned guy and Lena Lee, those two treacherous liars and scoundrels!

Sean stared at the unconscious Morley for a long time. Kill him? That would be too easy on him!

Sean crouched down, slashed Moore's thigh with his knife, then tied him to a tree and sent him to the walkers!

Without making a sound, Sean disappeared back into the darkness. He was going to Alexandria to exchange hostages for his daughter and escape with Judith while Negan and his men were unable to leave.

Moore is not a good hostage choice; taking him is too much trouble. Sean won't underestimate this scumbag; he's quite adept at causing trouble.

However, Sean had another target. He noticed a sniper, a rather thin-looking woman, in the high-rise building directly opposite the entrance to the Church of Saviour.

She is more suitable than Moore.

Now that he had taken down Moore, Sean easily slipped past the watchtower's line of sight and sneaked inside. Everything that followed fell into place naturally.

Carrying the unconscious Black girl, Sean reached the car, took one last look in the direction of the Church of the Saviour, and drove towards Alexandria.

He disliked his time at the Salvation Church, not at all, but undeniably, it was a good time.

Sean looked at the dim road ahead, his anticipation growing stronger. His daughter, his Judith, he would protect her, take her to a safe place, watch her grow up, teach her survival skills, teach her to shoot, teach her to kill walkers…

What a wonderful future that would be! Sean couldn't help but curl his lips into a smile, and excitedly ran his fingers through his hair.