Rotting Land: Survive

Chapter 649 - 638: Corpse-Shaped Target

Finally, after careful discussion, Lao Zhao and the others unanimously decided to climb up to the top of the wall first, utilizing the height advantage to kill zombies from above, while simultaneously executing Strategy One for a pincer attack to speed up the process, and finally opening the gate to wrap it up with Strategy Two.

This approach is both safe and efficient.

The survivors decided to act immediately upon finalizing the plan.

But what sounds easy in theory proved to be problematic in practice.

The first challenge the survivors faced was climbing. With a wall over 2 meters high, just climbing over it wouldn't be too hard.

But trying to stand atop the wall was no easy feat. Not only did it require cooperation in the climb, but standing on the wall, which was only as wide as a palm, was something not just anyone could do.

In the end, they had no choice but to bring out the cabinets and wooden tables they used yesterday to block windows.

The survivors stacked the furniture like children building with blocks, creating a makeshift staircase.

With this step-up, climbing the red brick wall over 2 meters high was no longer a challenge.

Wang Qiang comfortably made it to the top of the wall like walking up stairs, but when he was about to swing his knife to kill zombies, a new problem arose.

He wasn't a circus performer; he couldn't maintain his balance while swinging a knife.

And the problem was precisely with balance; if he couldn't steady himself on the wall, falling outside the courtyard could be disastrous!

Wang Qiang reacted quickly. When he felt his body tipping forward as he reached the top, he immediately stepped back, planting one foot on the wooden table below.

This reckless step scared Tang Xiaoquan, who exclaimed from below, "Qiang, hold steady, be careful!!

Old Liu instinctively reached out to support Wang Qiang, fearing he might fall any moment.

Wang Qiang was chilled by the danger he just faced, feeling a wave of fear, blaming himself for being reckless. If he hadn't reacted quickly, he'd be zombie food by now. "Damn! This method won't work; I can't stand steady enough to kill zombies."

Wang Qiang wasn't one to admit defeat, but this situation forced him to back down; risking his life was not fun.

Tang Xiaoquan looked troubled as he gazed at Wang Qiang on the wooden table. If this method didn't work, clearing the zombies outside would take who knew how long.

So, they needed to save as much time as possible in dealing with the zombies, but how to do it?

Tang Xiaoquan scanned the area, and finally, the crossbow Wang Qiang had caught his attention.

Got it! An idea sprang to Tang Xiaoquan's mind.

Seconds later, he appeared in the courtyard with a wooden chair, lifting it with both hands, and said to Wang Qiang, "Qiang, put this on the table and climb up."

Wang Qiang reluctantly took the chair, asking in confusion, "What's the point? I can reach the wall; it's just balancing that's the problem."

Tang Xiaoquan ignored his words and urged, "Stop complaining, just climb up."

Wang Qiang grumpily complied, climbing onto the chair, and called from above, "I'm up, now what?

"Great! How's the view outside? Can you see the zombies?" Tang Xiaoquan sounded anxious, but Wang Qiang was annoyed as he gestured to his body, now above the wall, "Are you messing with me? Of course, I can see them."

The zombies at the gate seemed to respond eagerly, waving their hands as if answering Wang Qiang's question.

Tang Xiaoquan nodded in satisfaction at Wang Qiang's situation, climbed onto the cabinet, and handed over the crossbow with a grin, "Here, Qiang, you wanted to practice with the crossbow last night, but I didn't let you. Now, go wild. Don't spare the ammo!"

Wang Qiang was speechless at Tang Xiaoquan's bizarre speech, but as he got ready to shoot, he realized Tang's intent.

Brilliant! He couldn't help admiring his friend's cleverness in solving his shooting problem by simply adding a chair.

With Tang Xiaoquan's clever solution, Wang Qiang seized the opportunity to practice with his hand crossbow.

While Wang Qiang happily shot from the wall, Old Liu and Tang Xiaoquan worked below, taking turns sticking weapons through the door gap, mechanically piercing through zombies, one falling at a time.

Wang Qiang was enjoying his shooting, and no wonder—he was only centimeters away from the zombies, making it hard to miss.

"Damn! Didn't your Wang Grandpa tell you to be quiet? You just wouldn't listen, kept me up all night; now don't blame me for being rude!"

Wang Qiang kept calling himself Grandpa, unaware how ridiculous he sounded against zombies far older than him.

Even more absurd was his claim of being kept awake last night. Tang Xiaoquan found this amusing since it wasn't the zombies but the snoring inside that kept him up.

"Enough, Qiang, if you're gonna shoot, just shoot. Quit the yelling and quickly finish those beasts. We've got important things to do, no time for your showing off!" Tang Xiaoquan sharply rebuked Wang Qiang, but he seemed deaf, still howling and shooting enthusiastically.

The clearing action lasted about ten minutes, and when Lao Zhao opened the gate for the final kill, not a single zombie was left standing.

Wang Qiang excitedly jumped onto the wall and leapt down, nearly twisting his ankle in the process.

"You, there's a door and you choose to jump. It's a miracle you didn't break something."

"C'mon! Can't you wish me well?"

As soon as Wang Qiang landed, Tang Xiaoquan started scolding him, which he couldn't take; they almost started arguing again when Lao Zhao interrupted, "Enough, get to work and move these dead bodies."

Though the zombies were dead, they had to promptly dispose of the bodies to prevent bacterial infestation and risk to the survivors. (To be continued. If you enjoyed this, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations or monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)