They worked in shifts like this until dawn.
It didn't rain today, and the sky was still somewhat bright.
After a night of fighting, the nine men were exhausted.
Finally, we closed the main gate and started resting and eating.
"This won't do. There are too few of us. This is too tiring," Shao Jie said weakly, collapsing from exhaustion.
Indeed, no one got any rest all night. Everyone said they were resting, but how could anyone really get a proper rest?
Without getting a proper rest, everyone felt very tired.
Even Yu Yanbin and Cheng Shaolin, who are usually physically strong, were not spared and felt that they would be exhausted to death if this continued.
“This really won’t work. There are too many zombies here. There’s a hospital here, and that’s no small matter,” Meng Yang was exhausted and had closed his eyes; he didn’t even have the strength to speak.
There are still just as many zombies outside, and they don't seem to be decreasing.
After killing all night, there were at least 2,000, if not 3,000, of the zombies piled up outside the courtyard wall; there would be more, not less.
The pile was like a small mountain, and Cheng Shaolin had already given it a kick. Thick black smoke billowed upwards, quickly obscuring half the sky.
A burnt, pungent smell spread, causing everyone to wrinkle their noses.
"You should throw it further away next time, it smells awful like this."
As he spoke, Xiao Peng closed his eyes and used his superpower to soften the ground, gradually shifting it forward like waves. The ground undulated, carrying the piled-up zombies in a relay-like manner to the front of a bank more than 200 meters away.
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