"Old Gao, why are there... tanks in Jiangcheng? There can't be a whole battalion guarding this place, right?"
Hu Laoda and a few others stood side by side on the overpass, looking down at the entrance of the river tunnel. They saw that the entrance was not only charred as if a great battle had taken place, but two camouflaged tanks were also positioned behind a row of sandbags. However, those tanks looked quite outdated, clearly relics from the last century.
"They probably borrowed them from the tank training camp in Linshi. It looks like a Type 59 tank!" Gao Chujing scratched his head, equally shocked by the appearance of the two tanks.
"They're just for show. The river tunnel has collapsed, and look, those two tanks haven't even removed their gun covers!" Thomas Xu shrugged helplessly, then frowned and said to Jack, "Brother Lin, judging by the scale of the defense, two companies at most, there probably won't be too many zombies. Why don't we just charge in and take a look? We can't see anything clearly from here!"
"How about this, you take out a few zombies lurking behind the sandbag wall and see how many come out. If there are too many, we'll forget it!" Jack thought for a moment and then turned to Thomas Xu.
"That's easy, I guarantee a headshot!" Thomas Xu confidently patted his chest, raised his gun in a standing position, and after a quick aim, several gunshots rang out. Indeed, the heads of five zombies exploded in a shower of black blood, and even the two zombies wearing helmets were not spared, collapsing to the ground and unable to get back up.
"Awesome, bro, your shooting skills are impressive! That's over a hundred meters to a moving target!" Gao Chujing clapped Thomas Xu on the shoulder in admiration. He wanted to show off his skills too, but looking at the black riot gun in his hand, he dismissed the thought. At this distance, he wasn't sure if he could even pierce through the zombie's oily skin.
After the gunfire, the group didn't have to wait long. About twenty zombies rushed out from the low tunnel, but because of the sandbag wall blocking them, they could only crowd behind the half-height wall, shouting and panicking like ants on a hot pan!
"Da da da…"
In no time, the twenty zombies fell victim to Thomas Xu's gunfire. He patted his hands and slung the gun over his back. After waiting for a while, aside from attracting a few scattered zombies from the surroundings, no more zombies appeared from the river tunnel. Seeing Jack nod, Thomas Xu jogged down the overpass with the others.
Once they got off the overpass, no one dared to fire their guns again. They all chose to use their cold weapons to deal with the remaining zombies. Habitually crouching down, they followed Jack, who led the way. After walking a short distance, they would carefully squat down to observe for a while. "Be careful, be careful," was the phrase Jack had repeated the most along the way.
They arrived at the tunnel without any danger, not disturbing the large number of living corpses in the distant building materials market. However, as a few people let out a slight sigh of relief, they were surprised to find that the situation here was much more tragic than they had imagined. The hard concrete ground was almost completely covered with empty shells, and the ground was littered with dried bones, some belonging to civilians and others to soldiers in military uniforms. When they slightly kicked the sand with their feet, the sound of bones clattering was reminiscent of shells on the beach.
Looking at the thick artillery shells scattered beside the two tanks, Thomas Xu also realized that he had wronged the defenders here. The tanks they drove were not just for show. It was probably not that they didn't want to fire, but that they had no time to fire. When they got here, they must have been caught off guard by the unexpected situation. They were either bitten by civilians or by their comrades. The large number of ammunition boxes that fell apart were the best proof of panic.
Thomas Xu ran to the pile of sandbags in front of him in a few steps, and worked with Boss Hu to move away the obstacles blocking the way. The two of them walked a few steps in with guns in hand, and were immediately shocked by the miserable situation inside. Thomas Xu looked at the torn seven torn bags inside in disbelief. Looking at the scattered military tents and the corpses of soldiers scattered everywhere, he held the gun and looked at each other with Boss Hu. He swallowed hard and said to Jack who was following behind him, "Brother Lin... I'm afraid there really is a battalion of troops here."
Jack walked slowly past Thomas Xu with a gun in his hand. He frowned deeply when he saw the hell-like scene inside. He saw rows of camouflage tents on both sides of the tunnel, extending into the tunnel, leaving only a wide enough aisle in the middle. Vehicles were passing through, and boxes of military supplies were piled neatly under a rain-shelter. Although the corpses had been eaten by the living corpses and were beyond recognition, the blood-stained steel helmets on the ground and the firearms covered by the wind and sand were enough to tell that at least three to four hundred people originally lived here.
However, even if there were three or four thousand people, that was just what Marcus spent yesterday. It is completely conceivable how these originally well-trained armed police soldiers would be at a loss when they suddenly encountered a virus attack. Yes, they are soldiers, and they are trained to kill. The enemy defends the country, instead of facing their comrades with their muzzles. They are not emotionless machines, so they can't make a move when facing the living corpses that were just their comrades. They can only watch them fiercely pounce on themselves in the huge shock.
Jack has seen many ferocious lions more than once, who were quickly disintegrated by their own zombies from the inside. As he said, living corpses are actually not that scary. The scary thing is their contagiousness, which spreads from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred. When people are caught off guard, as long as one person is infected, it will be a devastating disaster.
Slowly pulling out a rusty Bayi bar from the Marcus sand, Jack tried to pull its gun bolt, but the gun bolt wouldn't move at all, as if someone had welded it to the gun. He shook his head helplessly, and Jack could only throw the gun on the ground.
Looking at the completely collapsed river-crossing tunnel in front of him, Jack noticed that there were still many corpses in civilian attire buried under the collapsed rubble. It was most likely that many living corpses rushed over from the other end of the tunnel at that time. The armed police stationed here were attacked on both sides, and many people inside were constantly transforming into corpses. In desperation, they chose to blow up the river-crossing tunnel.
The place where you were ordered to garrison turned into a place of death. How much helplessness of the soldiers was contained in this place? Perhaps the gray corpses in the Marcus Sands have felt it.
From under a burly corpse, Jack pulled out a black pistol wrapped in a cowhide holster. This skeleton probably belonged to an officer below the battalion level. His gun was a brand new nine-millimeter Type 92 pistol. The pistol was very well preserved, and there was no trace of rust. The gun oil on it was still shiny. Jack pulled the sleeve of the pistol and easily pushed the bullet in the magazine into the chamber. He casually pulled the trigger behind him. The bullet in the chamber fired with a roar, smashing the head of a living corpse that had just wandered over.
Jack nodded with satisfaction and took off all the magazines from the corpse, but reluctantly threw down the gun holster made of Marcus colored cowhide. This gun holster looked to him like the kind of gun holsters used by traitors in war movies to hold box cannons, and it was inconvenient to install and remove. He had no choice but to insert the gun into the nylon gun holster he used to hold the M1911A1. Although it was a little larger, it was undoubtedly much faster to extract.