After seeing Chen Size pull out the bullet himself, the crowd on the opposite side was silent for two seconds, and then broke out into an even louder noise.
"Fuck your mother, do you really think you are invulnerable?"
"To defeat a zombie, you have to hit its head. Try to see whether its head is harder than the bullet."
"There will be bullet holes. His head will be like a honeycomb. Do you think he will be afraid?"
"Fire more bullets and you'll be able to penetrate the original bomb crater."
Another old voice continued to order: "Smash it!"
Another group of rocks flew in the air. Chen Size was unwilling to stand still this time and began to dodge left and right. Two of his men wanted to rush into the crowd, but suddenly there were several more gunshots. One of his men was shot in the neck, and the other had a small black hole on his shoulder.
There were a few people lying next to a collapsed wooden house not far away, avoiding the sight of the zombies in the camp, digging guns out from the rubble. After digging them out, they handed them to a group of people squatting behind them.
Once those people had guns, they became emboldened. They ran back cursing and shooting at Chen Size and his two men.
The two men wanted to charge into the crowd, but the group had not only dug out the military supply storehouse during this time, but also collected a large pile of stones. Although they were not afraid of the stones, there were more and more bullets stuck in the stones. The gunfire was so intense that they had to raise their arms to protect their heads. In just one or two minutes, many bullet holes appeared on their arms.
Chen Size glanced at Feng Chen lying on the ground, and saw the people at the arsenal carrying machine guns out. He had no intention of staying to entangle with them, so he decisively ordered: "Let's go, the army is also going down the mountain, there is no need to waste time with them here."
The three turned around and ran towards the gap in the mountain. Although the crowd dared to throw rocks and shoot at them, they hesitated and did not dare to chase them when they saw them leave, until someone shouted: "Don't let him go, he wants to leave and blow this place up."
"Don't let him get away with the remote! Catch him! Shoot him in the head. Remember to shoot at the head. If one bullet doesn't penetrate, shoot a few more."
A group of people started chasing forward, and those who stayed behind hurried to check on Feng Chen's condition. They tore off strips of cloth and wrapped them around his chest, hands and feet to fix the broken bones.
"He's fine, but he's seriously injured."
"When they come back, we'll go to the small camp. There must be a military doctor there. Erle, where's Erle? Go get some guns. One for each of us. Don't give one to those under eighteen—no, don't give one to those under twelve."
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Someone found a piece of plank to make a makeshift stretcher, put the semi-conscious Feng Chen on it and carried him along. But just after taking a few steps, they heard several loud bangs from behind, like thunder rolling across the sky. They stopped and turned around, and saw that the rocks at the gap were collapsing in large chunks.
"Chen Size pressed the remote control." someone shouted in panic.
"No, no, the mountain wall was blown loose after the explosion started. There were too many zombies crowded there, so they were shaken down."
"Then... wouldn't the gap be even bigger?"
As the rocks on the cliff continued to fall, the number of zombies increased. The group of people chasing Chen Size with guns could only stop and watch the three of them jump into the zombie group and run towards the crack.
"Hurry to the small campsite. Hurry, hurry, hurry. Are all the people gathered? Let's go."