The World Turned into Zombies, So I Went Back to the Countryside to Farm 82p2

Chapter 82 p2: Revenge

The soldiers stationed at the farm had always had the easiest job. It was far from the camp, so they didn’t have to report for duty every morning and evening, and they didn’t have to participate in training. They just had to guard the harvested grain that had not yet been transported back to the camp and prevent anyone from stealing it. Although there would occasionally be zombies coming to harass them, they were just a few, and for them, who had guns, they posed no threat at all.

The weather was very good tonight. There was wind, but no rain.

A man was in a hurry to urinate in the middle of the night and rushed out of the small wooden cabin. After relieving himself by a haystack, he lit a cigarette and quietly enjoyed the moment of tranquility. A few indistinct black shadows suddenly rushed out of the woods not far away.

He was drowsy and thought it was some kind of animal. By the time he opened his eyes wide, it was already too late.

A zombie pounced on him from behind. He only had time to let out a scream, and the cigarette butt in his hand fell into the haystack.

The other soldiers didn’t even have time to put on their clothes before they rushed out the door. A large horde of zombies poured out of the woods.

“It’s… it’s a horde of zombies… the horde of zombies is here… ah!”

The screams were soon drowned out by the small house.

The sparks from the cigarette butt that had fallen into the haystack also ignited the dry grass. The fire spread along the wooden house and ignited the oil drum that had been placed here during the last harvest and had not yet been moved back.

A raging fire erupted.

The wooden house crackled, collapsed, and quickly ignited the farmland. With a gust of wind, the fire quickly spread.

In the horde of zombies, a yellow and black wolfdog suddenly rushed out. It deliberately made a rhythmic bark, circled the horde of zombies, and would occasionally pounce on a stray zombie and bite it, as if it were herding sheep, driving them in the right direction. This was its innate instinct.

Even though the long-distance run had made it pant heavily, and its fur was soaked with sweat and the dew from the forest, and it was very dangerous to dodge left and right in the horde of zombies, and it could be disemboweled by their sharp nails at any moment, Kele still firmly remembered its mission, attracting the zombies and running towards the camp.

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“Here, Zao’er.”

Qingshan gently lifted her head and rested it on her lap, bringing a spoonful of mushroom soup to her lips.

Jiang Zao turned her head away.

Perhaps the all-day sleep in the same bed had put Qingshan in a very good mood. She did not mind her coldness and just remembered Yan Zhen’s instructions that Jiang Zao should eat some light food.

There was a layer of oil floating on the cream of mushroom soup.

She put down the spoon and rang a bell to order an attendant to bring a bowl of vegetable porridge. She herself placed the plate on the bedside table.

Jiang Zao looked at her cutting the meat on the plate with a knife and fork, and stuffing a bloody piece of meat into her mouth. She gradually gritted her teeth, and a strong hatred erupted in her eyes.

Her right hand quietly reached for a scalpel from under the mattress. It was what Yan Zhen had given her when she came to change her dressing. She had knocked over the tray and had secretly hidden it here while Qingshan was not paying attention.

The drawbridge’s observation tower, a drowsy soldier suddenly took a nap and stood up straight. A point of firelight in the distance was reflected in his pupils, and he was instantly wide awake.

He picked up his binoculars and looked, his face changing. He picked up the walkie-talkie. “Captain Liang, something’s wrong. The farm is on fire!”

Captain Liang, who had been drinking and playing cards until now, had just fallen asleep when he was woken up by the chaotic static from the walkie-talkie.

He held his head and sat up.

“What… farm? On fire?”

When these two words were combined, he also shivered, quickly put on his clothes, and got out of bed. Just as his feet touched the ground, for some reason, a sharp pain came from his abdomen.

He thought he had eaten something bad. He hurriedly pulled up his pants and ran to the latrine. “On fire? What are those people doing! Send someone to put out the fire first. I’ll be there in a moment!”

“Open the door! Open the door quickly!”

The soldier guarding the drawbridge waved his hand, and a team of emergency assembly soldiers quickly passed through the drawbridge in a terrain vehicle.

Just as the car entered the forest, a yellow and black shadow pounced out of the darkness on the side of the road, bit the driver’s arm, and pulled him out of the car. The car also went out of control and crashed into a tree.

When the surviving soldier opened his eyes, the first thing he saw were a pair of human feet walking towards him.

Before he could let out a scream, he was swarmed by the hungry zombies, who grabbed his body, and forcefully pulled his upper body out from under the car, tearing it in two.

A team of soldiers who had gone to the farm to help put out the fire had set off. The soldier who was guarding the drawbridge was about to close the camp gate.

The moment his hand was on the lever, a bullet flew from behind his head. The soldier instantly went limp on the ground.

The other soldiers on guard came to their senses and all took out their guns, but they did not see the enemy’s shadow.

“There’s a sniper! A sniper! Take cover!”

The soldier on the observation tower, seeing that the situation was not right, was about to press the alarm bell when a bullet from below pierced the wooden board of the observation tower and accurately pierced his chin. A mist of blood flew.

Half of the soldier’s body fell outside the observation tower.

Wen Zhao coldly ejected a bullet, picked up her sniper rifle, jumped off the roof, and walked out of the darkness.

In the early morning, a fog had risen.

A tall figure walked out of the haze. She was walking at a leisurely pace, her footsteps steady and confident.

The soldiers all turned their heads.

“Who is it?!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a large patch of blood exploded on his chest.

Wen Zhao raised her gun.

“The person who will take your life.”

When she had won the UAE SWAT Challenge, she was only in her early twenties. At that time, she had already stood out among the military and police elites of the world. How could they, a group of rabble, be a match for her?

At that time, although she had outstanding abilities, she would still be soft-hearted. But now, she would not.

The moment Qingshan had taken Jiang Zao away from her, the heart that had been full of passion had gradually stopped beating.

Before they could draw their guns and load them, the shotgun in Wen Zhao’s hand had fired one after another.

At close range, they were given no chance to react. Flesh and blood flew everywhere. A soldier looked at his arm that had fallen on the ground. The arm was still holding a gun.

He screamed and fell to the ground, running backwards.

Wen Zhao chased after him unhurriedly, stepped on his chest, and pressed the dark muzzle against his head.

“Tell me, where does your Prophet live?”

“I… I don’t know!”

Wen Zhao pulled the trigger again. White matter splashed on her cheek. Wen Zhao wiped it off with the back of her hand and turned around.

Looking at her god-of-death-like face, a soldier’s gun fell to the ground, and he turned and ran.

Wen Zhao loaded her gun again.

The soldier fell to the ground with a thud. Seeing her approaching step by step, a foul-smelling liquid flowed from between his legs.

“Don’t, don’t kill me! I’ll talk! I’ll talk, I’ll talk! The Prophet lives in the stone house behind the church…”

Before he could finish, Wen Zhao had already inserted the Mountain Stream Snow into his chest, then coldly pulled it out and sheathed it.

She walked towards the church step by step.

The main gate, which was unguarded, was littered with corpses, which became a feast for the zombies that had followed her across the drawbridge.

The soldier who had just fallen on the observation tower, seeing the hordes of zombies pouring in from below, used the last of his strength to raise his blood-stained fingers and pull the alarm bell.

“Zombie… zombie invasion. All… all units… on… alert.”

With that, he fell on the control panel.

The piercing alarm also sounded in the barracks.

Captain Liang stumbled out of the latrine. Before he could even pull up his pants, he fell to the ground.

He tried to stand up, but his knees went weak again. A sharp pain in his abdomen made large beads of sweat form on his forehead.

His vision also began to blur. He held onto the wall and walked into the courtyard step by step. He was stunned for a long time by what was happening in front of him. He saw a few soldiers lying on the ground in the courtyard, all holding their stomachs and groaning in pain.

Their mouths were still filled with undigested food, and their faces were all filled with pain.

Captain Liang used all his strength and gave his last order.

“Quick… go and report to the Prophet… all… who can still move… get up… go to the armory… get… get your equipment.”

A few soldiers struggled to get up in the courtyard and stumbled towards the armory.

“All residents, the camp has been invaded. Please go to the square for centralized shelter. Please go to the square for centralized shelter…”

The broadcast also sounded in the camp.

Wen Zhao walked along the way. Some people were lying on the side of the road, holding their stomachs and wailing, with white foam coming out of their mouths.

There were also some people who had run out of their houses with their families and were heading towards the square, or kneeling on the ground and praying.

She walked past without looking.

A few surviving soldiers ran past in a hurry, but they stopped when they passed by Wen Zhao, looking at her attire with suspicion, and the shotgun she was holding in her hand.

“You…”

Before he could raise his gun, Wen Zhao had already pulled the trigger.

A mist of blood bloomed in front of him.

A scream came from the crowd.

“Prophet, something’s wrong!”

A church attendant also hurried over. Before he could step into the stone house, a sharp pain came from the back of his neck.

Yan Zhen forcefully pulled out the syringe that was stuck in his neck.

The church attendant’s eyes were open, and he fell limply. There was still a hint of unwillingness in his eyes. He raised his finger.

“You… you betrayed… the… Prophet…”

Yan Zhen pulled out the dagger from his waist, threw away the scabbard, and stabbed it hard into his heart.

Fresh blood splashed on her eyebrows, adding a bloody color to her originally beautiful face.

“I have never… been loyal to her!”