C29 He Was Still Fighting like a Cornered Beast

The horde of zombies was closing in fast, and Han Feng could clearly make out their grotesque, snarling faces.

The sounds of gunfire around him grew more intense...

"Woof! Woof! Woof!" That was Gale!

"Link to field vision! Gale." Han Feng tapped into the radar, seeing the world through Gale's eyes.

Gale was still nimbly dodging and ramming into the zombies ahead.

But its gaze kept fixating on one particular spot.

"Third Level zombie! Found it!" Han Feng announced, then disconnected from the field vision.

Looking towards the spot he had noted earlier, Han Feng could just make out a familiar silhouette amidst the horde.

The gaunt figure stood out from the zombies nearby, its slight lean visible even in an upright stance.

The Third Level zombie's eyes were locked on Han Feng and his team, meeting Han Feng's gaze with a venomous glare, a massive wound still gaping in its chest.

Despite spotting the Third Level zombie, Han Feng couldn't order an attack; it was too far out of range.

Cleverly concealed within the zombie mass, a hundred meters away, neither machine guns nor grenades could touch it.

"Gale, come back." With the Third Level zombie spotted, the scout dog's mission was complete.

Snapping back to reality, Han Feng saw the zombies were even closer now...

Barely ten meters away...

"Everyone, alternate retreat!" At his command, teams one, two, and three engaged the zombies, while teams four, five, six, and seven began a slow withdrawal.

Han Feng ushered teams one, two, and three onto the main thoroughfare between the shops.

This maneuver temporarily widened the gap between them and the undead.

The narrow exit of the large supermarket meant the zombies could only filter through one at a time.

This was a stroke of luck for Han Feng. With the immediate pressure off, he started to strategize.

"Radar scan!" The first thing Han Feng wanted was to map out all the building's routes. That way, whether advancing or retreating, they could have a clear path set, avoiding aimless wandering like flies.

"Radar scan range is five kilometers. It will cost 100 gold coins. Please confirm," Luna's sweet voice echoed in Han Feng's mind.

"Confirmed."

"The radar is scanning, please hold on." A few seconds later, Luna continued, "Commander, the radar scan is complete."

Han Feng's attention shifted to the system in his mind.

Several small, flashing dots appeared on the radar scanner, clustered together about four kilometers from Han Feng.

"What's this?" Han Feng inquired, puzzled.

"It's a life form, possibly other survivors," Luna responded.

"Alright, even in this environment, if there's..." Han Feng abruptly halted mid-sentence.

"The supply box!" Han Feng exclaimed.

"Haha! It's a supply box!" An excited Han Feng's spirits lifted as he spoke.

"Report the exact location of the supply box," Han Feng instructed Luna.

"Based on the radar, the supply box is located in the cold storage on the second floor."

After Luna's report, Han Feng exited the system interface.

He opened his eyes and surveyed his surroundings.

"Fifth, Sixth, and Seventh Squads, you're on zombie defense from the outside. Fourth Squad, take the supermarket entrance as the mobile unit. First, Second, and Third Squads, follow me to the second floor!" Commands issued, Han Feng sprang into action.

"Haha, it's like a gift in the nick of time!" No sooner had Han Feng spoken than the unexpected occurred...

The first floor of the supermarket was teeming with zombies.

Despite his meticulous planning, Han Feng had overlooked a crucial detail.

The supermarket's back door!

Confronted by the horde of zombies, Han Feng's footing faltered, nearly causing him to slip.

"Grenades! No, get the HE Grenades ready!" Regaining his balance, Han Feng prepared to use the HE Grenades for the initial assault.

"Watch for collateral damage!"

The captain of the Third Squad pulled out an HE Grenade, yanked the pin, and hurled it forcefully into the mass of zombies.

Oddly, the zombies remained motionless, just standing there facing Han Feng...

They were amassing! They were biding their time, waiting for their numbers to swell before striking!

Such sly Third Level Zombies!

Boom!

The explosion reverberated through the supermarket, the brutal shockwave mercilessly clearing the area.

The zombie crowd was blasted apart, creating a significant void in their midst.

"Fire axe attack! Conserve ammo!" commanded Han Feng. Instantly, the four mobilized soldiers behind him drew their fire axes and charged at the zombies with swift movements.

Thankfully, Han Feng had the foresight to request fire axes for his squad; otherwise, they'd be wasting precious bullets right now.

Zombies floored by the blast wave of the HE Grenade couldn't even rise before they met the sharp, icy embrace of the fire axes.

The sound of blades sinking into flesh punctuated the air as the fire axes, raised and dropped with lethal precision, dispatched zombie after zombie.

Seconds later, the zombies staggered to their feet, snarling and slashing at the soldiers before them.

"Da-da, da-da-da!" Realizing the soldiers' killing pace couldn't keep up, Han Feng mentally signaled the American troops to open fire.

Following the M60 machine gun's barrage, the soldiers wielding fire axes turned and fell back, keeping a safe distance.

Outside the large supermarket, squads five through seven valiantly held off the oncoming horde. Many soldiers were out of ammo and couldn't afford to engage in hand-to-hand combat, leaving them no choice but to fall back and fortify their defenses.

Squad four, the rapid response team, had already rushed to the entrance to confront the enemy, but the two forces were mismatched...

Han Feng's heart raced with urgency...

He was now less than ten meters from the broken staircase on the second floor...

"Get those HE Grenades ready! Blow them up!" he ordered. The second squad leader promptly pulled the pin and lobbed a grenade into the mass of zombies.

"Evade!" Han Feng yelled out.

Boom!

Seconds later, the HE Grenade detonated once more.

Several zombies were blasted into Han Feng's protective perimeter.

"Da-da, da-da!" The M60 and AK47 roared to life, swiftly eliminating the immediate threat.

"Fire axes!" Han Feng called out, signaling the start of another round of attacks.

"Da-da, click!" A soldier next to Han Feng ran dry of bullets.

Without hesitation, the soldier reversed his AK47 and with a fierce swing, smashed the buttstock into a zombie's skull.

"Thud! Crack!"

A violent collision echoed, swiftly followed by the chilling sound of a skull shattering.

Han Feng, witnessing the scene, called out to the four mobilized soldiers wielding fire axes, "Who's still got ammo? If you do, pass your axe to someone who's out."

Every zombie they took down meant one less threat for Han Feng to worry about.

"Ratatat!"

Another soldier ran out of bullets...

"Click, click!"

One by one, the soldiers around Han Feng found themselves empty-handed.

With all the fire axes distributed, those without bullets or axes resorted to using their rifle butts in combat.

The pace of their assault was noticeably slowing...

Han Feng watched the unfolding chaos with growing desperation. Only five meters separated them from the broken staircase leading to the second floor, yet those meters were swarming with an overwhelming horde of zombies.

"All mobilized soldiers of Squad Three, ready your grenades!" he commanded, then quickly added, "Take cover!"

Four HE grenades sailed in a fan pattern into the mass of undead.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The blasts of the grenades erupted in succession, instantly clearing a three-meter vacuum in the crowd.

"Squad Three, keep up the attack! Squads One and Two, make a break for the stairs! Move it!" Han Feng barked the orders, then scrambled toward the staircase.

Teams One and Two advanced in turns while Squad Three covered the rear.

With a grunt, Han Feng hoisted himself up to the second floor.

He spun around, seizing the hand of an American soldier behind him and hauled him up with effort.

Three American soldiers ascended first, followed by the Winter Soldier, then Teams One and Two...

Once Teams One and Two had made it to the second floor, Han Feng stood his ground, fists clenched.

Squad Three's four soldiers were hopelessly engulfed by the undead...

Out of nowhere, one soldier from Squad Three hurled his fire axe to the second floor, continuing to fend off the zombies with his gunstock.

The leather jackets of the four soldiers were ripped to shreds, their skin underneath marred by deep, crimson gashes.

With a ferocious growl, a zombie clutched one of the soldiers and sank its teeth in viciously.

The conscript, upon being bitten, froze momentarily, then with a forceful tug, he wrenched the zombie off his body and resumed his assault using the rifle's buttstock. Throughout the ordeal, he remained silent.

The conscript, besieged by zombies, found himself weaponless except for his firearm, which had long since run out of ammunition.