"Damn dog! You really think you're that hot shit, huh!" Whack!
"Sneaky attacks are fun, huh!" Whack again!
"You keep acting wild with , huh!" Keep whacking!
Wang Qiang shouted hysterically, each shout followed by an unstoppable punch.
The zombie dog was completely taken aback. It probably never dreamt that the prey it saw as an ant could burst out with such terrifying energy.
It tried to use its legs to break free, but Wang Qiang had completely locked down its front paws, leaving it to futilely kick its hind legs.
A towering 1.8-ter figure versus a strong zombie dog, this might be considered an evenly matched battle.
But Wang Qiang's potential at this mont was infinitely triggered by his brother's life being in danger.
He crazily slamd the stone in his hand. The zombie dog below initially struggled to fight back, but as its skull kept fracturing and its flesh blurred, the sharp stone gradually pierced into its brain.
Finally, with a piercing scream, the beast finally stopped its futile movents, its crimson eyes gradually dimming.
The zombie dog died! Wang Qiang shattered the notion that humans couldn't defeat zombie dogs in one-on-one fights.
He, too, powerlessly lowered his raised right hand, thin streams of blood slowly dripping down the stone.
With the target's death, exhaustion and pain from adrenaline gradually flooded through Wang Qiang's body.
Predictably, dizziness erged in his mind, and his figure swayed back and forth before finally collapsing sideways.
Just as he was about to fall, an arm tily supported him.
"Qiang! Qiang! Are you alright?"
The familiar voice reached his ears, Wang Qiang slightly opened his eyes, and a brief rest allowed his cluttered brain to recover a bit.
"Damn! Wh... why is it you! Lin... hu, logically... at this crucial mont shouldn't it be... hu hu... beautiful ladies appearing before !" Despite his uneven breath and heavy panting, Wang Qiang didn't forget his characteristic jokester nature.
Hearing his brother's frivolous talk, Tang Xiaoquan's face, tense and pale, finally regained so color.
He irritably punched Wang Qiang, and the latter scread like a startled rabbit.
Whether he was really in pain or faking it, Tang Xiaoquan could only, in the spirit of "better safe than sorry," gently help him up.
Once they stood up, both instinctively glanced at the beast that nearly took their lives earlier.
At this mont, the zombie dog was stiff as a stick, its entire form seeming to wilt with the end of its life, losing all its earlier fierceness and terrifying presence.
Wang Qiang felt no pity for the pathetic sight of the zombie dog's death; he spit disdainfully, the saliva landing precisely at the corner of its eye on the dog's face.
If possible, Wang Qiang would tear it apart, but his aching limbs and pained back prevented him from doing such a brutal act.
Tang Xiaoquan turned to look at the others behind him. Old Zhao and the team were following the ergency asures established before, surrounding the won in a defensive circle.
Seeing the mutant zombie dogs for the first ti, the won wore faces of sheer terror.
Without a doubt, today's experiences have shattered their existing perception.
In their minds, zombies were already the symbol of the apocalypse, and now the sight of mutated animals further shook them with fear and dread.
After all, just the mutation of humans was already overwhelming, and now with animal threats, how would they live in the future!
Tang Xiaoquan's brow furrowed slightly. Frankly, the day's unexpected events were sowhat beyond his expectations, because in his view, dogs should appear in environnts inhabited by humans, like the previous village, as those are the places they find suitable food, not the fields...
Perhaps these beasts ca seeking vengeance? Tang Xiaoquan was uncertain.
At least from the information he currently had on zombie habits, zombie dogs were supposedly not equipped with emotions.
So they shouldn't and wouldn't follow enemies to exact revenge based on supposed "companions."
However, now wasn't the ti to ponder these theories. Scanning the surrounding unharvested crops, Tang Xiaoquan had to make a decision: continue or leave!
If they left, it ant the original plan couldn't be completed, seeming harmless on the surface, but upon closer calculation, you'd find what could've been finished once would now be divided into two, three, or more.
In the apocalypse, this loss of fuel could be significant!
If choosing to continue, Tang Xiaoquan couldn't guarantee another crisis wouldn't arise.
Besides, the panic and helplessness displayed by the won during the sudden incident was another factor he couldn't ignore.
It was genuinely a difficult decision; today, either fuel or safety was destined to be compromised.
After looking back at the won behind him once more and seeing the confusion and fear in their eyes, Tang Xiaoquan finally understood what choice he had to make.
"Everyone, listen to . Due to the change in situation, today's mission ends here. Please maintain current formation and return to the truck in order, then we'll leave!"
Once he said this, Tang Xiaoquan gave a signal to Old Zhao leading the group to keep order, while he supported the exhausted Wang Qiang and walked ahead shakily.
Hu Xiaodong closely watched the surroundings, although he didn't tily notice the zombie dog's attack because his view was blocked by Wang Qiang's form. Being responsible for lookout, he couldn't forgive his oversight.
However, fortunately, Wang and Tang worked well together to kill the zombie dog successfully, otherwise, if any of them had been hard, Hu Xiaodong would've lived in regret.
Everything was happening thodically, the protective convoy gradually moving towards the truck, Hu Xiaodong asured the distance, roughly 10 ters.
Yet just as he thought everyone would escape without issue, an abrupt rustling in the distant crops caught his attention.
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