Zombies do not launch organized and purposeful attacks unless they encounter a horde of zombies led by a high-ranking zombie.
The foreign superhumans became interested and followed Mo Wugui and the others, wanting to go out and stretch their muscles.
They said, "Mo, your organization is too passive. We usually take the initiative to attack zombies to keep their numbers under control and prevent them from spreading too quickly..."
Long Yinian whispered to him, "Brother, how many people are there in your country compared to how many are in ours? You'll see when you get there. They'll all be silent."
He and Mo Wugui had secretly agreed not to show themselves, but to observe from the sidelines and see what kind of strength these foreign superhumans possessed.
These guys were alright against ordinary zombies, although they got a bit tired when there were large groups of zombies. But when high-level zombies appeared, they all struggled.
Just then, they saw a man dressed in all black standing not far away on the city gate.
He stood silently at the back of the zombie horde without any firearms, then stretched out his hand and revealed the sword in his hand.
Because they were trained as mercenaries, they are good at everything and can use a little bit of everything, but they prefer to use swords for assassination and dislike using firearms because the range is too large and too noisy.
This is the style of the Longqian lineage: quiet and silent, and they integrate their supernatural abilities into their swords, making them equally terrifying.
But those foreign superhumans had never seen anything like it before, and they couldn't help but exclaim:
"Hey, look, there seems to be a living person over there?"
"Why would he want to use a sword to kill zombies? Is he a caveman?"
"Oh my god, let's go save him, otherwise it would be too pitiful for him to die like this."
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