Lin Yuan knew they carried bayonets, military-grade, sufficient to pierce the head of a zombie that wasn't even a decent mutant. As for why they weren't daggers, that was beyond Lin Yuan's knowledge.
Moreover, the three SWAT officers each wore the latest weaponry and equipment. Wang Zhihai's was the Type 192 5.8mm.
But that was in peacetime. Who would carry a rifle out for a deathmatch every day? A sniper shot would blow your head off, so why the deathmatch? It was like an old man eating poison, wanting to die.
Seeing the wooden spear, his heart stirred with excitement. He volunteered to try it out, wanting to impress this new captain.
But the result was that he never got the chance. When Lin Yuan saw zombies charging, he didn't dodge, instead, he blocked with a wooden shield. Then the zombies would bump into it and become dazed, followed by an axe cleaving their skulls.
He admitted he couldn't do that. He could fight and look for openings with a wooden spear, but not as cleanly as Lin Yuan.
If his grandfather were here, he might be able to rival Lin Yuan a bit. Being able to legally stab people, oh no, stab zombies. His grandfather would jump three feet high if he knew.
Two zombies stood motionless in front of Lin Yuan, and no more approached. He looked back and saw Zhu Mingjun still standing there, patting his head.
He'd forgotten to leave one for him.
He could only smile wryly, "Hahaha, my mistake. Mingjun, I'll save one for you next time."
He could tell Zhu Mingjun had real skill. The moment he grasped the wooden spear, his entire demeanor changed, as if elevated to a higher level. This kind of person either trained with firearms or was simply handsome, so handsome that holding a gun made him Zhao Zilong, and holding a feather fan made him Zhuge Liang.
Clearly, Zhu Mingjun wasn't handsome enough for that level. Otherwise, Lin Yuan would have already fought him.
How could there be someone so much more handsome than me in this world! Jealousy drives me mad! (Dog head u･w･u/doge)
With no more zombies attacking, the two returned to help clean up. Suddenly, Lin Yuan saw a familiar color in a corner. He instantly remembered it was the clothing from the corpse that made Wu Tian cry.
He quickly said, "Brother Wang, hold on. Please don't touch this corpse yet. I want to handle it alone."
Wang Zhihai rubbed his helmet, a bit puzzled, but didn't think much of it. The corpse had mostly turned into mushrooms and slime mold, only the clothes were still vaguely distinguishable by color.
Lin Yuan hurried upstairs to grab a barrel of oil and a small porcelain bottle, which he used to hold pills before. He walked to the corpse, used a steak knife to cut off a small piece of clothing not yet contaminated by slime mold, and pocketed it.
Then he poured oil, lit it, and added some dry branches, muttering, "Forgive me, Mother-in-law. In these chaotic times, your son-in-law can only simplify matters."
When the flames died down, only tiny bone fragments remained in the ashes, barely recognizable without close inspection. Lin Yuan sighed. As expected, the fungi had already started to decompose the bones.
He carefully collected all the bone fragments he could find into the porcelain bottle, wrapped two steel nails and a small piece of steel plate from the ashes in paper towels.
During their casual conversation, Wu Tian had mentioned that her mother's left shoulder had been injured and had a steel plate. She could only use her right hand to teach, and her right arm was much stronger as a result, capable of knocking her out with a single slap.
Her father doted on her and never hit or scolded her. Her mother, however, deeply understood the importance of educating a child. Wu Tian was mischievous as a child, and without her mother's discipline, she might have gone astray.
However, Wu Tian's mother wouldn't have resorted to hitting unless she was truly exasperated. Hitting and scolding weren't the only ways to discipline a child.
But if Wu Tian as a child wasn't disciplined, tsk, the person standing before him now might not be this kind and understanding girl next door, but possibly a mercenary from some country wielding an AK adorned with pink pigs.
"Captain, who is this? You're so solemn, even bowing three times."
"Her? She's Wu Tian's mother. She single-handedly held off three zombies, saving Wu Tian and Wu Mengyao. She was also a people's teacher, with countless students. In short, she was a very good person."
Wang Zhihai's expression immediately turned solemn. He saluted. Regardless, she was a hero.
"Alright, let them slowly dissipate in the earth. We'll go back to rest. Tonight, we'll have a feast. My treat!"