allendalepharm Chapter 35 Victory
Chapter 35 Victory
In just two minutes, the two weaker zombies remaining under Lu Chen's command had been killed.
One was grabbed by an elite zombie and had its neck snapped, while the other had its helmet shattered and its skull pierced by a punch.
The number of zombies decreased from 10 to 7.
Not only that, Tiezhu was clawed on the left shoulder, his cotton-padded coat and flesh were torn apart, and he couldn't lift his entire left arm.
The wound on Erzhu's right leg had been repeatedly torn open during the previous fierce battle, and the bone was now visible. Dazhuang and Sanzhuang also had one or two new wounds on their bodies.
However, even elite zombies aren't having an easy time.
After coming up with a solution, Lu Chen instantly changed his fighting style.
Previously, due to fear of casualties, the conservative playing style had to be completely abandoned.
No longer concerned about which zombie would be injured, nor about the attrition ratio of each encounter, their attacks became more ferocious.
The essence of cannon fodder tactics is never to send cannon fodder to their deaths, but to use the sacrifice of cannon fodder to create opportunities for output.
After Lu Chen had more than 30 reserve zombies, his ability to bear sacrifices was completely different.
So in those two minutes, the elite zombies developed many new wounds.
It was stabbed in the back of its thigh by Erzhu, had several more wounds on its left forearm, and had a long gash across its side made by Tiezhu with a cleaver.
The most serious wound was on the side of its neck. When it killed the third zombie, Lu Chen seized the brief moment of its stiffness after it made its move and controlled San Zhuang to slash its neck from the side.
The blade sliced through the grayish-blue skin and thick muscle layer, leaving a wound more than ten centimeters long on the side of the neck.
Although the carotid artery and trachea were not damaged, dark red blood flowed down the neck, staining half of the shoulder red.
This is a significant injury even for an elite zombie.
The savage fanaticism in its dark yellow eyes had subsided somewhat, replaced by a calmer yet more ruthless vigilance.
"Quick!" Lu Chen reached out and pressed down on the first zombie that Gao Yuan had dragged over.
It was a strong zombie bound hand and foot with nylon rope, its mouth stuffed with strips of cloth, its body tightly bound by the rope, lying on the ground unable to move.
Lu Chen placed his palm on the exposed skin of its waist, and his superpower was activated at the same time.
1 second! 2 seconds! 3 seconds!
His superpowers surged from deep within his body, flowing along his arms, through his fingertips, into the zombie, and converging on its brain.
This zombie was a bit stronger than the average one, being a selected, robust type, but it was no match for his special abilities.
At the 5th second, the zombie stopped struggling. The dullness and sluggishness in its gray-white eyes, typical of wild zombies, was fading, replaced by a quietness that came from being controlled.
Control complete at 10 seconds!
"Equip the gear!" Lu Chen shouted in a low voice, releasing his grip.
Gao Yuan, who had been prepared all along, immediately squatted down, put a motorcycle helmet on the zombie's head, and fastened the chin clip with a click.
Another person quickly wrapped a dark scarf around the zombie's neck, wrapped it twice and tied a knot, firmly protecting the most vulnerable part of the neck.
As for thick cotton-padded clothes, there's no time to wear them anymore.
Lu Chen shoved a kitchen knife into the zombie's hand, his gray-white fingers closing up and gripping the handle tightly.
Then, on a whim, the zombie sprang up from the ground and rushed down the stairs to join the battle.
At the same time, Lu Chen's palm was already pressed on the second zombie.
The superpower was activated again, and the 10-second countdown restarted.
Without needing his orders, Gao Yuan had already led his men to drag the third and fourth zombies to his side, lining them up and waiting for him to "activate" them.
The group worked together seamlessly: two dragged the zombies, two put on helmets and scarves, and one handed them the knife.
The process transformed from initial chaos into a well-organized assembly line operation.
At this pace, almost one new force joins the battlefield every 10 seconds.
The elite zombies also immediately realized something was wrong.
Its dark yellow eyes peered through the gaps in the horde of zombies and saw Lu Chen standing by the third-floor stair railing, and the zombies around him being dragged over, controlled, and equipped as they rushed down.
Its limited intelligence finally made it realize that the real opponent in tonight's battle was not the fully armed zombies in the stairwell, but the human standing on the third floor.
It let out a low growl, its whole body suddenly glowing red, and it withstood the blow from the iron pillar's blade striking its back. Its entire body then charged up the stairs like a runaway heavy truck.
It will charge forward, break through the horde's blockade, and take out the human who is constantly replenishing his ranks first.
Lu Chen was not afraid. He stood by the handrail on the third floor, looking down at those dark yellow eyes, and then a thought struck him.
A cannon fodder zombie that he had just controlled pounced directly in front of the elite zombie.
It used its own body as a roadblock, spread its arms, and charged towards the elite zombie.
The elite zombie slapped it in the chest, tearing the skin and flesh off its chest, but it did not retreat. It remained firmly stuck on the steps, using its body to delay the elite zombie for two seconds.
Two seconds is enough!
Tie Zhu charged up from the left, his cleaver aimed at the elite zombie's head. Er Zhu charged up from the right, his cleaver aimed at the side of its neck, at the freshly torn wound.
The elite zombie had to stop and parry. It raised its hand to block the iron pillar's slash, while simultaneously turning its head to dodge the two pillars' thrusts.
While it was forced to deal with the critical attacks of the two strongest zombies, other zombies' knives were already slashing at it from all directions.
Puff puff!
Five or six more new wounds appeared on his back and side.
As it dealt with the cannon fodder zombie in front of it, Lu Chen had already controlled another zombie to charge towards it.
New cannon fodder, new equipment, new kitchen knives.
They were equally fearless, and equally determined to hold their ground against the elite zombies.
Meanwhile, Gao Yuan and the others were constantly going back and forth between the 4th and 3rd floors.
They dragged the bound zombies down as quickly as possible and lined them up in a row on the corner platform on the third floor.
Someone was running too fast and tripped on the steps, their knee hitting the concrete step with a dull thud. After getting up, they continued dragging without saying a word.
No one complained of being tired, no one stopped to catch their breath, and everyone's hands were marked with deep red welts from the nylon ropes. Zhao Yongqiang's palms were even chafed raw, but no one uttered a single word.
At this moment, the elite zombie finally began to panic.
The ferocity in its dark yellow eyes began to fade, replaced by an emotion bordering on anxiety.
It kept rampaging through the horde of corpses, trying to find a way to kill Lu Chen, but it was always blocked by cannon fodder.
It persisted in fighting for another 3 minutes.
It tried several times in those 3 minutes.
Each time, it bursts into red light and charges forward despite the damage, only to be blocked by a reckless zombie. The next second after being blocked, Tie Zhu and Er Zhu's knives would strike its vitals, forcing it to retreat and defend.
It finally decided to give up.
The elite zombie swung its claw to force back the two zombies in front of it, then turned and charged down the stairs.
"Heh!" Lu Chen stood by the handrail on the third floor, watching the elite zombies rush downstairs, a cold smile on his face.
"Trying to escape now? Too late."