C30 He Had Suffered Heavy Losses

Blood spurted from the ghastly wounds, yet they pressed on, seemingly impervious to pain, their movements growing slower, their attacks weaker...

At last, the final conscript collapsed...

Han Feng stood on the second floor, a silent witness to the unfolding tragedy.

Without a word, he walked deliberately toward the fire axe on the floor and bent down to retrieve it.

The doomed soldier, clutching the sole weapon but not using it for himself, had tossed it to Han Feng instead...

With a piercing cry, Han Feng stood erect and bellowed skyward!

Realizing that these red alert soldiers had perished for his vendetta, Han Feng nearly charged down the stairs.

"Commander! Captain Han!" Three American soldiers promptly intervened.

"Captain Han! Keep your head! Wiping them out won't help! The Third Level zombies can still rally the lesser ones! Remember why we're here!"

Gripping the fire axe, Han Feng quelled the urge to lash out.

Wynne's words brought a moment of clarity to Han Feng...

"Third Level zombies!" he hissed through clenched teeth.

Passing the fire axe to Wynne, Han Feng's gaze shifted to the exit.

Now, only four American soldiers remained in the firefight.

"This is bad!" Han Feng cried out in alarm!

He and the first and second squads had ascended, but squads four through seven were still at the ground floor entrance.

The supermarket's ground floor zombies turned as one, setting their sights on the entrance for a pincer attack!

"Teams four and five, keep up the assault. Six and seven, hit the zombies from behind! Regroup with me, fast!" Han Feng mentally commanded the soldiers at the entrance.

The squads hastened toward Han Feng's position.

Seconds later, they clashed with the supermarket's undead horde.

With their firepower cut in half, the zombies at the entrance pressed in closer.

Caught in a true bind—if only they had enough ammunition, but now...

"Teams four and five, six and seven, ready your grenades! Throw! And take cover!" Han Feng directed from the second floor.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Eight grenades detonated in a bi-directional assault.

The entrance's zombies were scattered by the blast, momentarily severing their encirclement.

Inside, the supermarket zombies were scattered, their numbers no longer presenting the dire threat they once did.

More than 20 meters separated Han Feng on the second floor from safety.

"Quick! Move it!" Han Feng yelled urgently.

He eyed the red police soldiers nearby, his anxiety reaching a fever pitch.

The two M60 machine guns were no match for the onslaught of zombies.

Before long, the four teams were encircled yet again.

"Teams Five and Six! Get those grenades ready! Throw!" Han Feng commanded a second volley.

"Boom! Boom!"

Another eight grenades detonated.

The pressure momentarily eased, and the four squads didn't waste time, quickly regrouping.

"Wu... Wu..."

That eerie howling pierced the air once more.

"Roar! Roar!" The zombies erupted into a frenzy!

The four squads, caught in a vice, felt the squeeze of mounting pressure!

"Da Da Da Ka! Ka Ka!"

At that sound, Han Feng's eyes bulged.

An American soldier at the exit had run out of ammo.

He stowed the M60 and drew his pistol to keep firing.

Han Feng was well aware that the American's M9 pistol held a mere 15 rounds, and even with a spare magazine, that was only 30 shots—far less effective in both firepower and rate of fire than the M60.

The horde at the exit was closing in fast.

"Captains of Squads Four and Six, ready your HE grenades! Throw!" At his command, two HE grenades sailed through the air.

"Boom!"

They exploded almost simultaneously.

The blast was so close that several soldiers were hit by shrapnel, but such injuries paled in comparison to the threat of the zombies.

Since that strange sound had started, the zombies had become frenzied, attacking with wild abandon.

"Da Da Da Ka!"

Another American soldier at the exit was out of bullets—a dire addition to their already critical situation.

At that moment, the four squads were just over ten meters from the exit.

"Come on, move!" Han Feng urged through gritted teeth. After a moment's thought, he seemed to come to a pivotal decision and gave the order, "Captains of Teams Five and Seven, ready your HE grenades! Aim for the exit! Throw!"

Upon receiving the order, the Seventh Squad captain pivoted and faced the exit, lobbing HE grenades alongside another American soldier.

"Boom! Boom!"

The massive shockwaves surged through the exit.

"Rumble..."

The grenade assault caused a partial collapse of the building at the exit. Bricks and tiles tumbled down, crushing a swath of zombies and partially blocking the doorway.

"Yes!" Han Feng exclaimed, his voice tinged with triumph. The exit was demolished just as he had anticipated. Although it wasn't completely sealed, partially blocking it was still a victory.

Behind them, only a handful of zombies remained. Even with reinforcements, the situation was no longer as perilous as before.

Now, all four squads were pushing hard to break through and regroup with Han Feng.

Less than ten meters to go... Squads Four, Five, and Six had exhausted their grenades. Even if they had any left, they wouldn't dare use them at such close quarters.

"Da Da, Ka!"

The last two American soldiers abruptly ceased firing and drew their pistols.

Han Feng, who had been confident in their escape, tensed up once more.

"Damn it! Out of ammo!" Han Feng spat out a curse and scrambled to devise a plan.

"Bark, bark, bark!"

At the sound of the police dog's barks, Han Feng turned his attention to the gusting wind.

With powerful limbs churning, the dog charged into the zombie horde with a fierce body slam before darting away.

It continued to bark while running, attempting to divert some of the zombies' attention.

Unexpectedly, the zombies remained undistracted by the noise, the loudest of which should have been the dog's barking, yet not a single one turned...

Realizing its tactic was futile, the dog was about to leap forward and bite. Witnessing this, Han Feng urgently commanded in his mind, "Stop! Don't bite!"

If it bit, the infected blood from the zombies could enter the dog's mouth, and who knew what effect that might have?

The dog, heeding the command to halt its attack, immediately spun around and dashed back into the corridor, resuming its sprint and impact routine.

One hit, then another...

After the seventh collision, the dog didn't quickly rise.

It slowly got to its feet and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Wind, stop! You can't handle it!" Han Feng's voice was urgent in his mind as he watched his companion, his eyes moistening with concern.

"Cough, cough..." Wind coughed up blood, seeming to find some relief. He backed away in a half-run, half-retreat.

"Woof!"

Wind halted at a safe distance, barking sharply before suddenly surging forward again!

"Wind, stop!" Han Feng's plea was cut short as he watched Wind charge the zombies once more.

With each ram, Wind used all his might, growing increasingly frail with every impact...

This time, it took Wind longer to rise. Shaking off the weakness, he steadied himself and coughed up more blood.

"Cough... Cough, cough..."

A tear slid down Han Feng's cheek as he saw Wind's agony. He wiped it away, his heart calling out silently to his brave friend.

"Wind, go rest! Please, no more hitting!"

Wind lifted his gaze to Han Feng, then to the zombies and the desperate red police soldiers, and with a wobbly shake, he backed away again...

Han Feng was at a loss for words, witnessing the fierce battle and the torn leather on the soldiers. He couldn't speak, his heart heavy as if weighed down by a boulder. He had come for vengeance, only to be met with this grim reality.

"Woof! Woof! Woof!"

Retreating to a safe distance, Wind prepared for his ninth assault!

Han Feng's fists were clenched, his teeth gritted as he prayed fervently, "Please be okay... Please be okay..."

"Puff!"

The collision echoed as Wind knocked down a swath of zombies, then collapsed, panting heavily on the ground.

"Phew... Phew... Cough, cough!"

A fresh pool of blood spilled from Wind's mouth.

Struggling to his feet, his limbs weak but his gaze fierce, Wind's eyes blazed with the intensity of a wolf, staring down the zombies. If they had any sense of fear, they would surely retreat before him.

After pausing for just a few seconds, the gale pulled back again.

"Gale! Stop charging! That's an order! Are you not obeying my commands now?" Han Feng's voice was edged with urgency as he saw the gale gearing up to strike once more.