Chapter 128 Cold Weapons vs. Hot Weapons...
The assembled team descended into chaos.
Zhao Tingting jumped up from the ground, using all her strength, and scooped up the still howling Mao Mao. She ran after it, bewildered and panicked, brushing past Song Rushuang. Suddenly, she stopped. "I'm sorry, it's all my fault for not watching it properly..."
Song Rushuang, already engrossed in the battle, took a moment from her busy schedule to call out, "What are you apologizing for! It's done a great service!"
The number of devout believers was small, and they couldn't fight with sheer numbers. Fu Qing was almost certain that their first choice would be to infiltrate the shelter and try to create chaos from within.
This is not the first time they have used similar tactics.
The students mingled with the crowd in an attempt to find traces of the devout.
However, none of these people, who had been trapped outside for a week, were any better off than the pale-faced, foul-smelling zombies. In addition, to avoid being bitten by the zombies, everyone had taken many precautions to cover their exposed skin, making them indistinguishable from the outside.
Although police dogs were deployed, their appearance was too conspicuous. They stood on the outer edge of the patrol with their handlers for half a day, and nothing was accomplished.
It's likely that the devout followers noticed it from afar and avoided it beforehand.
Everyone was clueless, but the group had already arrived at the meeting point. If Mao Mao hadn't sensed something was wrong, this farce might have unfolded in front of the bus.
—During the registration process before boarding the bus, staff will strictly check everyone's identity. At that time, the devout will inevitably be exposed, but the surrounding environment will be much worse and more crowded than it is now.
In any case, Ye Ye has done a great job in this wave.
Song Rushuang kicked the man over, and the two people pretending to be her husband followed closely behind, pulling out guns from somewhere and unleashing a torrent of ammunition without mercy.
The limbs that fell to the ground bounced twice from the enormous impact and then fell silent.
"..." Song Rushuang, who was about to draw her sword, silently put it back and sighed.
Gunpowder is still the most effective.
Zhao Tingting's eyes nearly popped out of her head as she watched. She swallowed hard, hugged the dog in one arm, and called to her parents to run away as quickly as possible.
Pei Man, who had been pushed at the beginning, finally came to her senses. She picked up Zhao Zhao with trembling hands, took one last look at the back of the young girl who had been chatting happily with her, and finally realized that she was probably not a refugee at all.
He approached the mother and daughter, probably to protect them.
Pei Man memorized Song Rushuang's profile and ran away quickly without looking back.
The crowd pushed and shoved, running around like headless flies. Eventually, with the soldiers constantly shouting to maintain order, the scattered crowd was gradually gathered together and ran in one direction.
The destination of the route is a high school. Entering through the side gate will take you directly to the gymnasium.
The high school had been cleared out in advance and guarded, so that it could be ready to receive the influx of refugees at the first opportunity.
Several similar emergency shelters were also set up along the assembly routes of the other shelters.
During the morning meeting, Fu Qingtian Xuejun and others discussed in detail the "potential chaos caused by the devout believers." When the alarm sounds, it is the best time to gather and head to the shelter, but without a doubt, it is also the best time for the devout believers to take action.
How can we protect the safety of the crowd as much as possible when the gathering cannot be stopped and there is a lack of effective means to identify believers from the crowd?
Their final solution was to establish several transit stations using public facilities such as schools and community centers along the way. They would set up checkpoints at the entrances to block devout believers and guide fleeing people to these stations for further management.
The crowd, like a rushing river, naturally parted before encountering obstacles, and at the center of each of those "obstacles" were devout believers and student soldiers wrestling together.
On the high-rise buildings along the street, several students holding binoculars kept pointing: "...at the twelve o'clock position, a woman wearing a gray long-sleeved sweatshirt."
"Qi Chu, the man in the brown jacket and black baseball cap at four o'clock behind you."
"Next to the McDonald's sign at the street corner around nine o'clock..."
The wristband projects a 3D map that floats in mid-air, with blue dots representing students flashing continuously, and collaborators temporarily wearing ordinary wristbands, represented by gray dots.
These specially selected students possess exceptional spatial imagination and command abilities.
They combined the location of the believers in front of them with the location of their classmates on the map, and constantly moved the teams on the field according to the distance between their team and the believers, as well as the battle situation of each team.
Amidst the cacophony of voices, Liang Yi's commands were the clearest, always anticipating crises one step ahead and even calling out each student's name.
The situation was constantly changing, but the commanders under his leadership were like chess players on the battlefield, making each move calmly and precisely.
"Help!"
In the crowd, a middle-aged woman was suddenly tackled to the ground by a devout believer, and cried out in surprise.
The half-zombie man bent down, as if to bite, but was grabbed by the collar and thrown off balance by the force, crashing heavily into a trash can on the street and knocking over a pile of rotting, stinking garbage.
It was met with a flying bullet.
Qin Yufei turned around and saw the soldier who was responsible for finishing off the woman giving him an OK sign. He nodded, bent down and pulled up the middle-aged woman who had fallen to the ground. When he looked up, his expression changed.
A runner-type devout creature leaped onto the building's exterior wall using all four limbs, its agility akin to scaling walls and rooftops. In the blink of an eye, it soared four or five meters high, already approaching the window where Liang Yi and the others were hiding.
"careful--"
Qin Yufei watched as the devout believer's claws climbed onto the outer edge of the top-floor window, his back arched, just one step away from revealing a ferocious smile to the person inside. He couldn't help but turn pale.
However, before the words were finished, accompanied by the sound of the window glass shattering, the devout believer who was peering inside saw what awaited it in the room—a leather boot with a cold gleam was kicked hard in the face, sending it flying!
This kick was delivered with full force. From Qin Yufei's perspective, the believer's neck was severely twisted by the force, his body remained in a forward-leaning posture, but his head was bent almost 270 degrees backward, revealing a pair of astonished eyes.
Even so, it did not die!
Realizing what was happening, a sinister glint flashed in his eyes. He even had the strength to adjust his posture in mid-air, just waiting to bounce up again upon landing.
This time, it was prepared and wouldn't just barge in so recklessly.
This is the difference between these devout followers—intelligent zombies and ordinary zombies; they can learn, making them more difficult to deal with.
Qin Yufei had a bad feeling and was about to go to the landing point to provide support when he saw Xue Ran, who had kicked out from inside the window, land with a bent-over gait and then immediately move aside to make room for him.
A submachine gun was placed beside her in perfect unison. The soldier holding the gun had a stern expression, aimed at the devout believer who was still in mid-air with nowhere to escape, and pulled the trigger.
The barrage of firepower left a trail of bullet holes in the walls of the opposite building. The devout believers, who were sitting ducks, were riddled with bullets before they could even utter a word.
With one magazine, it exploded in mid-air into a cloud of blood mist.
Qin Yufei was dumbfounded, experiencing firsthand the feeling of the local natives who had once wielded cold weapons having their worldviews turned upside down when faced with firearms.
Looking at the fire axe in my hand again, I suddenly didn't find it appealing anymore.
The fighting in the streets continues.
To prevent the mindless zombies that had been lured away by the alarm from returning, all the soldiers' guns were fitted with silencers. However, apart from pistols, the sound of bullets hitting the other guns was still deafening, even with silencers.
For many, this was the first time they had ever heard a gunshot.
But running through the continuous gunfire, brushing past the soldiers moving in the opposite direction, with zombies falling one after another in the direction the guns were pointed at, a great sense of security arose spontaneously.
The sudden appearance of "zombies" mixed in with the crowd was clearly within the authorities' expectations. Upon discovering this, people's fear lessened, the group gradually regained order, and they quickly ran towards the school, their destination, following the signs.
Inside the other car, Bai Xianglei put down his walkie-talkie and looked at Fu Qing: "The devout believers have appeared on Donglin Avenue near meeting point one."
"The refugees are now being guided to Donglin High School as planned."
Fu Qing felt the ground beneath the jeep tremble slightly, and heard a commotion nearby. "I heard it."
Zhou Lingxi, who was standing next to her, glanced at her in surprise.
The place where the group was waiting was near meeting point number one. Donglin Avenue was not far from there, but the sound of the alarm masked her hearing nothing.
This principal is not only exceptionally capable, but also has more acute senses than others.
Zhou Lingxi's strength is not bad, but that is the result of hard work. Fu Qing's extraordinary hearing, eyesight, and nerve reflex speed can only be explained as talent.
You can't even dream of having that.
After responding, Fu Qing remained silent for a short while, his expression slightly somber, lost in thought.
She didn't speak, so the others waited quietly, and no one disturbed her.
The chaos outside is easily handled by the students and soldiers; their only task is to follow Fu Qing closely.
No matter what happens, none of them will leave.
"Were there any devout believers at other meeting points?" Fu Qing suddenly asked.
She actually knew the answer before asking the question.
The system panel in front of them displayed the status of the students' wristbands. Fangzhou had sent hundreds of students to each meeting point, but the groups at other meeting points were quiet, except for the communication channel near meeting point number one, which was the most lively.
Bai Xianglei replied as expected: "No, there are a total of eight assembly points in the city. Currently, except for assembly point number one, all assembly points number two to eight have already fired orange signal flares. It is expected that the bus will depart in ten minutes at the latest."
Chu Hai, sitting in the front row, couldn't help but say, "Of the eight meeting points, it just so happens to be the same one we're at. What a coincidence!"
Fu Qing lowered her eyes, tapped the armrest lightly with her fingertips, and uttered a meaningful sentence: "Yes... what a pleasant coincidence."
The people in the car didn't understand for a moment, but Fu Qing looked at Chu Hai in the driver's seat and said, "Let's go straight to Donglin Avenue, no need to wait."
Chu Hai obediently started the accelerator, and the vehicle set off. Only then did he ask, "Aren't we waiting at the meeting point?"
They waited at the assembly point because it was where the largest crowds were and where chaos was most likely to occur.
“No need to wait,” Fu Qing said coldly. “If I’m not mistaken… their goal isn’t the rendezvous point at all.”
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