Doomsday Fortress

A Crawling Corpse was rushing towards Yang Ze at an extremely fast speed. It waved its claws and was about to grab Yang Ze's face.    

"Sou ~ ~"    

A black shadow streaked across the sky, accurately hitting the back leg of the Crawling Corpse.    

"Puchi!"    

"HOWL ~ ~"    

The Crawling Corpse roared and slowed down when it charged at Yang Ze.    

"Yang Ze, catch!"    

Wang Yi suddenly yelled, pulled out the dagger from his waist and threw it to Yang Ze.    

"Against Crawling Corpse, a dagger is more useful than a machete!"    

"Alright!" Yang Ze took the dagger and took it back. He let out a cry and rushed towards the injured Crawling Corpse that had lost a lot of speed.    

"Shua shua shua!"    

Slash after slash, the dark green pieces of meat flew everywhere and fell off the Crawling Corpse's body piece by piece. From the deep parts of the blade, one could even see the black veined bones of the Crawling Corpse.    

"Roar ~ ~"    

The Crawling Corpse roared, its sharp claws grabbing towards Yang Ze non-stop, but it was helpless as it was already injured by Wang Yi, its speed was slower than Yang Ze by a little, but even so, it still left wounds on Yang Ze's body, showing the fighting ability of the Crawling Corpse.    

"Bro Yi, we've already taken out all the Glycosylated Meat, a total of 84 times faster."    

Zhang Fei passed a bag full of Glycosylated Meat to Wang Yi and stood on the side, watching the battle between Yang Ze and the Crawling Corpse.    

"Yang Ze, you can't do that!"    

"Of course, if the Crawling Corpse is injured like this, it can't hurt Yang Ze."    

"If it was Bro Yi, it would have ended long ago."    

The people in the team stood in groups of twos and threes, wiping the black blood on their weapons while watching Yang Ze fight with the Crawling Corpse. They commented from time to time, making it impossible to tell that they had just fought a big battle.    

"Are there any casualties?" Wang Yi turned around and asked Zhang Fei.    

"No, this little zombie won't hurt the team." Zhang Fei shook his head with a trace of pride in his eyes.    

The battle just now was led by Zhang Fei under Wang Yi. They had killed more than 80 zombies, but the team was not injured at all.    

"Good, not bad." Liu Tie nodded, and patted Zhang Fei's shoulder, and turned around to shout at Yang Ze who was fighting the Crawling Corpse.    

"Hurry up, it's going to be dark soon!"    

As if it was a signal, under Wang Yi's command, Yang Ze's speed increased, and his attack was not as fast as before. He sliced off the Crawling Corpse's flesh in a neither light or heavy manner, and instead directly grabbed onto the Crawling Corpse's sharp claws without caring about his own safety, while the other hand tightly gripped onto the dagger. With a ruthless manner, he aimed at the Crawling Corpse's eyes and fiercely stabbed down!    

"Puchi ~ ~"    

The blood red crystal object came out from the gap between the dagger and the Crawling Corpse's eye sockets without a pause. Yang Ze quickly stirred the dagger and it made gurgling noises.    

"Aooo …" Aoao …    

The Crawling Corpse's body trembled non-stop as the dagger pierced it, and the sound of its roar also lessened. The claws that were hanging down gently patted Yang Ze's back as if it was an old man without any strength, and even Yang Ze's camouflage clothes were not cut at all.    

"Cut!"    

Yang Ze shouted, pulled out the dagger, and casually threw it on the ground.    

Chen Jian, who was on the side, had already prepared everything. He threw the machete in his hand directly to Yang Ze.    

"Crack crack!"    

Yang Ze took the machete, aimed it at the Crawling Corpse's head, and cut down fiercely.    

"Puchi ~ ~"    

Its smooth head instantly cracked, and an unusually fishy brain fluid slowly flowed out, bringing with it a piece of dark red Glycosylated Meat.    

"Bro Yi, it's done."    

Yang Ze picked up the Glycosylated Meat and handed it over to Wang Yi as if it was a gift.    

At this time, Yang Bing brought his combat department to Wang Yi.    

"Bro Yi, we've looked through the village, but we didn't find any zombies."    

"Alright." Wang Yi waved his hand.    

"Clean up all the zombies and enter the village."    

Nearly one hundred and fifty people stood around a huge pot in the airport's main hall. Among them, nearly one third of them had a dull expression and wore tattered clothes. They held all kinds of containers in their arms as they quietly lined up in front of the huge pot.    

The remaining people were in a much better situation. Their clothes were not that dirty, and there were even 50 to 60 people holding all kinds of guns.    

"Next, next!"    

Zhou Loong held a huge iron spoon in his hand and stirred it in the pot a few times. Then, he scooped out pieces of translucent meat and poured the meat along with the soup into a broken bowl in the hands of a person in front of him.    

When the man saw that the meat had been poured into the broken bowl, a complicated look flashed across his eyes. He felt helpless and resigned.    

He stretched out his chicken claw-like hand, ignoring the scalding soup, scratching a few times in the broken bowl, picking out the only piece of meat and stuffing it into his mouth.    

"Sigh!" "Damn it, can't you hear the next one!?"    

Zhou Loong cursed angrily and threw the hot soup onto the man's face.    

"Zi la ~"    

A sound of flesh splitting was heard. The man trembled like a machine as he let out a roar like a pig being butchered!    

"Ah ~"    

The piece of meat that wasn't chewed into pieces sprayed that person's saliva into the big pot, while some of it even landed on Zhou Loong's clothes.    

"F * ck!"    

Anger surfaced on Zhou Loong's face. His facial muscles trembled and a hint of viciousness flashed across his eyes.    

"F * ck, who let you puke!"    

Zhou Loong threw the spoon on the man's head, stood up and kicked, telling him that the man was kicked a few meters away!    

"Drag him over here for laozi!"    

Zhou Loong, who was still angry, pointed at the two gunmen behind him and roared.    

"Alright, Brother Zhou."    

The two of them laughed mischievously as they quickly walked in front of the man with the stupefied expression. Without saying anything further, they brought him in front of the big pot.    

"F * ck!"    

"I told you to puke. Do you know how much trouble I've put in to find this meat!"    

Zhou Loong cursed as he scooped up a spoonful of meat and soup into the man's face.    

"HOWL ~ ~"    

When the man was drenched in the scalding soup, he let out a zombie-like wail, and his entire body began to twist uncontrollably.    

"Hold him down for laozi!"    

Zhou Loong cursed, then fished out a spoonful of soup from the pot and poured it onto the man's face.    

Several times, the man lost his breath, letting the hot soup spill over his head. His face was lacerated, and his yellow hair fell out of his head, exposing the skin of his skin.    

The surrounding people didn't seem to have seen this scene. Each and every one of their eyes were still filled with shock. Only a few of them had a hint of anxiety in their eyes.    

They were hungry.