However, this completely opened up their back door, so they had no choice but to hand it over to Sun Muchen and the others.
They kept pushing back the infected, but because each person's strength was limited, they could not completely kill the infected like Wang Lan and Yu Bin. Sun Muchen had already used up all the bullets in her gun. Although not a single one of the twenty bullets was wasted, the number was limited after all, so she could only use the rifle as a stick.
Old Zhang and Fatty, acting as assistants, fought and retreated alongside Sun Muchen, closely following Wang Lan and Yu Bin.
The only hunter currently covering the rear was under pressure no less than Wang Lan and his men who were charging ahead. The stench filled his nostrils, and the grotesque faces stimulated his visual nerves. He was already feeling physically exhausted.
The number of infected people was simply too great. As far as the eye could see, there was only death, and all that could be heard were the endless wails and howls of the infected.
"They're back..."
"We are their slaves..."
The sounds came in bursts, like the wailing of ghosts or the howling of wolves, but they had no human quality whatsoever.
He cleaved an infected person to death with force, only to find that his hands were trembling uncontrollably.
He finally couldn't hold on any longer.
With a piercing scream, he let out a bloodcurdling scream.
He was bitten by an infected person...
The sound of flesh being torn apart and chewed between teeth reached everyone's ears at that moment.
The blood, surging and boiling from the battle, gushed out from the torn blood vessels with scalding heat.
"Keep pushing!"
Wang Lan shouted loudly, and at the same time, he and Yu Bin spun the Vajra Umbrella even more vigorously.
At this moment, the Vajra Umbrella was like a road opener, and Wang Lan and Yu Bin were the drivers. Together, they pushed out a path to survival.
With victory seemingly within reach, they could see that behind the constantly rushing infected was an empty space.
However, the infected behind them, without the experienced hunters to block them, were already difficult for Sun Muchen and his two companions to handle.
The infected are launching an increasingly fierce attack!
The gun in Sun Muchen's hand was already bending from repeated swings.
Several infected people rushed forward.
Helpless, Sun Muchen could only throw the gun away.
However, its effect on infected individuals was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, easily swatted aside by their wildly waving hands.
Then the infected person rushed towards Sun Muchen.
Wang Lan originally told Sun Muchen not to expose the pistol to everyone, since it was a more efficient firearm than a grenade.
However, at the time, Wang Lan did not have a clear understanding of the situation outside, especially the number of infected people, which is why she said such a thing.
But with the situation hanging by a thread, Sun Muchen couldn't care less about anything else; she immediately pulled out her pistol to shoot the infected.
However, at that moment, a fat and burly figure blocked their way.
It's a fat guy!
Holding an iron bar, he single-handedly blocked several infected people, while simultaneously swinging the bar to strike the infected people's heads.
"Run!"
He shouted at Sun Muchen.
Suddenly, a large hand reached out from behind him and landed on his shoulder, lifting him up. The fat man was surprised when he felt dizzy and then felt a pain in his buttocks. When he came to his senses, he was already two or three meters away. Sun Muchen and Lao Zhang quickly helped him up.
He looked closely and saw Wang Lan right in front of him, the Vajra Umbrella slung over his shoulder. Facing the countless infected people, he detached the Vajra Umbrella from his shoulder and swung it forward with a sudden motion.
The Vajra Umbrella, now stained with the black blood of the infected, unleashed an aura that could sweep away thousands of troops.
Wherever they went, the heads of the infected were left to rot!
It turns out they had successfully broken through.
Wang Lan quickly cleared out a wave of infected people and then hurriedly retreated.
The infected pursued relentlessly, and their faces even showed a hint of anxiety and fear.
Although the men noticed his expression, it only made him look more terrifying when combined with their ferocious faces.
"They're here!"
"They're back!"
"We are their slaves!"
Wang Lan and the others also looked puzzled.
What did these infected people see before they died?
Who exactly are "they" referring to?
How could these people retain such a strong obsession even after becoming infected?
"Run! Run!"
Wang Lan and Yu Bin kept urging the group on, but the infected people behind them were chasing them more and more fiercely.
Suddenly, Wang Lan looked up and saw the sky in front of him.
A giant mosquito flew over.
The rapid flapping of wings created a buzzing noise that drowned out the screams of the infected hordes.
This mosquito was over a meter long, much larger than any mosquito they had ever seen before, and its long, straight proboscis seemed to glow with a faint blood-red light.
Yu Bin's expression changed drastically. "Yes! It's it!"
The group of people who were running around suddenly realized what was happening.
This is the same mosquito that attacked Yu Bin and his group at the beginning and killed three hunters!
Fear gripped everyone's hearts; this impressive record alone was enough to demonstrate how terrifying this mosquito was.
At that moment, the mosquito swooped down.
Everyone was so frightened that they immediately lay down on the ground.
The mosquitoes flew close to their bodies, heading straight for the infected.
Its sharp mouthparts were invincible, easily piercing the bodies of infected individuals, while its rapidly flapping wings, like a meat grinder, crushed the infected individuals around it into mincemeat.
The group of people were stunned.
Yu Bin said, "Stop looking, quickly hide!"
The group instinctively obeyed his command, ran a few meters forward, and then jumped into the nearest alley.
The buzzing sound mixed with the roars of the infected, and it was still clearly audible even here.
The group was panting heavily.
Old Zhang and Fatty, having survived the ordeal, wept with joy.
Wang Lan was also exhausted. She took a short rest while holding the Vajra Umbrella and said, "We need to leave here quickly. I think that even if someone came to the Final Fortress, they are probably in grave danger."
Old Zhang and Fatty immediately nodded in agreement, not to mention Sun Muchen, but Yu Bin sneered at this moment.
Wang Lan looked at him.
Yu Bin said, "Fool, at this point, there's absolutely no hope left. Do you really think the final fortress will save you?"
Wang Lan frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
Yu Bin sneered, "Hmph, these infected people outside..."
“I didn’t ask you that,” Wang Lan interrupted him.
Yu Bin was taken aback. "Huh?"
Wang Lan stared at him and said, "Who are you calling an idiot?"
"..." Yu Bin squinted at Wang Lan, "You really are an idiot, too naive. Even if you don't die here, those guys in the fortress won't want you. You might as well... go feed the mosquitoes!"
In the sound of voices.
The expressions on their faces changed drastically.
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