Endless Road of Corpse

After the meal, I touched my slightly bulging stomach. I didn't know how long it had been since I felt my stomach was full, but my stomach, which had long since gotten used to the lack of food, suddenly couldn't adapt. It started to turn sour water on top of my stomach, and I drank a few mouthfuls of water before pushing it down.

The food gave them a sense of security, and after a hot meal, everyone was full of energy. The tense atmosphere from before was greatly relieved, but one side effect was that everyone ate too much and their blood pooled at their stomachs; they were all too lazy to move.

"It shouldn't be coming today, right? Such a big snow! " San Tu had just finished eating dinner, and was carrying his two treasures on him again. He was leaning his head towards the window and looking out.

Just as he said, the snow was getting heavier and heavier today. The various vegetables in our yard were completely covered by the thick layer of snow, and not a single speck of green could be seen.

"Hopefully …" Other than the old, women, and children who didn't have much fighting strength, the rest were all in ragged clothes and were as thin as firewood. Other than San Mao, no one else had received any military training before the crisis. And would MaggieQ really show up in time, as she said? She was only a woman. Even if she had extraordinary skills, how could she defeat a group of well-trained male soldiers? I prayed that those people would do as San Tu said, because they wouldn't be able to leave the house in this bad weather.

I thought about it for a while, and shook my head to chase these negative emotions away. No matter what, we can't hope for some lucky factors, only those who help themselves will be able to get help from the heavens. I reached into my pocket to touch that Asura mark, thinking that if it really doesn't work, I will hand it over.

"Everyone, get ready!" I said in a low voice. Everyone replied and started preparing their equipment. I picked up my trident and weighed it in my hand. The simple bamboo handle had been replaced by the white iron of the monkey's elaborate work, and I wrapped a loop of twine around the handle, sucking in the sweat and not skidding. I turned the military knife upside down and pointed the spike upwards. I touched the polished and shiny tip, nodded my head in satisfaction, and sheathed the military knife to my waist. I pulled out the .92 again, reassured myself that the magazine was full, and stuffed a handful of yellow pistol bullets into the front pocket of my down jacket.

Lv and Big Force had also prepared their trident; Yang Yufan was a cold steel Three Mets Warrior Blade, which he used sparingly in exchange for his Ghost Market. His appearance was extremely cool; the monkey used a Buck Master184 survival dagger; the Uncle Feng took a machete that the monkey used to grind steel in the factory.

I originally thought that San Tu wasn't armed, but he actually took out a short black rod from the inside pocket of his shirt. He swung the short rod downwards, and with a "pa" sound, he threw out two pieces of the metal rod.

I nodded towards him: "Don't go out later, I'll leave Aunt Chen, Casey and the two ladies to you. If we can't hold on, you guys should run to the front door, Monkey had already cleaned that place up just now, you just have to move away a few pieces of glass steel tiles that are blocking the door."

San Tu did not express any disagreements, and only nodded his head and agreed.

"Yuan, something's wrong!" Just as I was about to continue, I suddenly heard Lv, who was standing by the window, shout. I went over to look outside and saw that the door was waving violently towards me.

"He's probably here!" Startled, I quickly opened the door and ran towards the gate. As I left the courtyard, I could hear the roar of a motorcycle engine mixed in the gale. The snow was already past my ankles, and the snow was dancing wildly in the wind in front of me, making it so that I couldn't even open my eyes.

I thought to myself that I wasn't sure if such a messy deployment strategy would work, but I couldn't think of any other way. I could only do it one step at a time. By the time I reached the gate, the sound of the motorcycle was close at hand. When he saw me coming, he took a step back and gave me the observation hole.

I put my eyes close to the hole and looked out. It was all white outside, a milky fog of flying flakes and moisture, like a pot of porridge. I couldn't even see the house across the street.

At this moment, it was as if someone stirred the pot of porridge. The fog fluctuated, and immediately after, like a ghost knight in a devil's ring, a few motorcycles rushed out from the fog!

The motorcycle came to a sudden stop in front of our house, and I counted five cars and seven people. There was one more car and three more people than yesterday. The riders on the motorcycles were already covered with snow, making them look like harmless and cute glutinous rice bags, but these "glutinous rice bags" got out of the cars and hit them from head to toe, revealing a black suit and all kinds of weapons. The two of them carried a big bag from the car, looking very heavy, but no one knew what they were carrying.

As soon as these people got out of the car, they began to dismantle all the building materials that were piled up outside our gate. In just a dozen or so minutes, the bunker that we had spent so much effort on was completely cleaned up. At that moment one of the group came out of the crowd and came to our door.

The man touched the metal door and patted it. After thinking for a while, he said:

"We have no ill intentions towards the brothers inside. A few of them fled to your place yesterday, so I will have to trouble you to give them to us." This person's tone was neither fast nor slow, neither loud nor low, but it sounded as if he possessed an indescribable majesty, giving others an impulse to obediently listen to his commands.

I tried my best not to reply to his words. That person waited at the door for a moment, but seeing that I didn't answer, he said,

"As long as you hand that person over to us, I guarantee that we'll leave immediately!"

I listened for a moment longer, then I took out my pistol and pulled the bolt.

"Kata!" Despite the howling wind and snow, the sound was still very clear. My intention was to let them know that we also had guns, and to make them afraid to attack us at all costs. This would buy us time to finish what MaggieQ had said about stalling for time.

The person clearly heard the sound of the bolt and was stunned for a moment. Then, he half turned around and beckoned behind him.

I looked in the direction where he was waving at. There was a man not far away with a rocket launcher aimed at our courtyard wall!