The zombies returned quickly, arriving at the village entrance in an instant. Without hesitation, Lin Yuan ordered them to fire.
As soon as the command was given, the sound of a machine gun firing in three-round bursts echoed from beside him.
Turning his head, he saw his father expertly prone on the ground, firing continuously at the approaching zombie horde through the gaps in the aluminum alloy railings of the balcony.
Three-round bursts required a strong sense of shooting rhythm to ensure both accuracy and firepower density.
This left Lin Yuan puzzled. Wasn't his father a scout? How could he use a machine gun?
He pondered it briefly and then let it go, focusing on shooting the charging zombies. What did it matter? The mess hall cook was a king of soldiers, so this was nothing.
The battle was swift, or rather, it barely made a ripple. In terms of danger, it was less hazardous than the "old six" zombies they encountered while searching houses earlier.
A portion of these zombies had already been eliminated by that convoy, and another portion had fallen into ditches. When they returned, there were only a little over two hundred.
Although they still formed a dense black mass, after the team members fired a few magazines, there were few zombies left standing on the ground.
The only Nightwalker and the other three Alpha mutants had their heads blown off by Wu Tian and the others the moment they appeared.
A Nightwalker was not a vengeful spirit; 5.8
"Alright."
Twelve people had come, but only six arrived, all carrying guns. Of the remaining six, two had already become food in the bellies of zombies, and four were left outside, like overseers, slowly advancing behind the first six.
Seeing that no one fired for two steps, they continued to advance. Lin Yuan let them get within 100