Rotting Land: Survive-Chapter 416 - 414: Purgatory on Earth (Part 4)

Stunned for a moment, being ordered to get off at this critical juncture was akin to being sent to die, so his men naturally didn’t act.

Sang Biao saw this, his bull eyes widening involuntarily as he raised his gun and yelled again: "I told you to damn well get off the car, did you hear me?"

"Boss! I’m begging you! I can’t damn well get off! If I get off, I..."

"Go to hell! When I tell you to get off, you get off! Stop whining!" Without further ado, Dai Sha kicked the subordinate’s butt, sending him stumbling off the car.

Then...

Have you seen a vicious jackal pounce on its prey? The subordinate who was kicked off the car didn’t even have time to stand up before he was torn apart by the swarming zombie army.

At most 10 seconds later, you could no longer see a complete human shape at the site where the subordinate fell; his entire body had been torn into pieces by the impatient beasts.

Horrifying! Shocking! Even Dai Sha himself, the instigator of this incident, felt an unprecedented fear!

Yet, for people like him, the more they fear, the more their inner darkness is stirred. In short, for survival, he would resort to any means!

His gaze fell once again on another subordinate who immediately sensed danger when he met the boss’s eyes.

"Boss! Please don’t push me! You saw what happened! Getting off now is just seeking death! I’d say our best option is to jump from the car to the bleachers, then loop back to the original North Gate!"

This suggestion immediately received support from the remaining subordinates.

Dai Sha looked at the North Gate, which had been tightly blocked earlier. Indeed, with the diversion over this period, the originally crowded door had significantly fewer beasts, only a few figures searching around for easy prey.

He pondered briefly and felt the subordinate’s proposal was feasible, but to successfully run to the military vehicle at North Gate amidst so many beasts was clearly not an easy task.

Thus... he withdrew his gaze, nodded indifferently, and placed his hand on the shoulder of the proposing subordinate, affirming, "Very good! You’ve shown insight, haven’t disappointed my expectations!"

"Hehe, thank you, boss!" The subordinate expressed gratitude with slight trembling, but felt a thin thread of unease underneath.

"However! You saw it too, just running over there is still quite difficult! So since the plan is yours, why don’t you..."

"No, no, no! Boss! You can’t... I damn you... you son of a... ah! Ah! Ah!"

Terrifying screams echoed across the stadium as the subordinate was pushed out of the car.

Sadly, his curses and howls were completely ignored. As Dai Sha acted, he quickly dashed in the opposite direction.

"Listen! You two stick to the back! I’m going to the front to drive! Remember to hold them off for me!" At this moment, Dai Sha still didn’t forget to use his subordinates to buy time for him.

But after a series of "slaughters," if the subordinate still naïvely trusted Dai Sha’s words, then he would indeed be "very stupid, very naïve."

Thus, the three had their own thoughts, one sprinting towards North Gate, while the other two retreated while firing.

The subordinate thought very clearly, the car still needed someone to drive it, so they feigned holding off the enemy, and once Dai Sha got the car started to escape the base, they’d find a way to take care of him.

After all, Dai Sha was now a lone commander, with nothing of his own, so rather than continue following him, it was better to rise up and do their own thing.

Anyway, nowadays, as long as one has a weapon and is ruthless enough, there’s always a place to eat!

It’s a pity that the subordinate’s plans, though good, couldn’t delay the swarms of zombies who came forth without heed for what they thought could be delayed.

The 95 constantly spat out "tongue signals," and the untrained subordinates hastily pulled the trigger when pursuers approached, barely understanding the concept of coordination, just blindly shooting, shooting, and shooting again.

Indeed! Under their dense crossfire, the swarming beasts fell to their knees.

But the ammunition of the Type-95 automatic rifles wasn’t infinite, and when the 30-round magazines were emptied, they immediately panicked.

Changing magazines is rigorously trained for a professional soldier.

Because the speed of reloading often determines a person’s life or death.

But as civilian subordinates clearly lacked such qualities, even though each carried four new magazines, the reality showed...

Due to the ignorance of alternate cover, the two "idiots" simultaneously ceased fire.

And without the firepower web covering them, the zombie crowd inevitably counterattacked, just as on a real battlefield, those iron-blooded men charging towards the enemy without fear, seeking revenge for their fallen comrades.

Quickly fumbling through their pockets for fully-loaded new magazines, the subordinates hurried to swap them in, aware they’d done this often for show, not for combat practice.

As the zombies got closer, their trembling hands from fear completely lost autonomous control, one subordinate’s shock was so severe he dropped his magazine on the ground.

Seeing this life-and-death scenario, the other subordinate started to feel opportunistic.

This is a unique behavior under specific conditions.

Especially when one’s life is threatened, you’re compelled to use everything at hand to achieve that simplest and purest desire: "Survive!"

The subordinate emotionlessly drew his Steel Blade, then quietly moved closer to his companion.

The "unlucky fool" was completely oblivious to the "arrival of death," still earnestly urging, "What the hell are you waiting there for? Hurry and insert the magazine! Quickly insert..."

Halfway through his words, he suddenly looked to the side in disbelief, then slowly raised his head, glaring angrily at his companion: "You! You! How can you..."

"Sorry! I didn’t want this either! But it’s either you or me; blame these beasts pushing us too hard!" After saying this, the subordinate forcefully stabbed the Steel Blade twice, and once "unlucky fool" went soft and fell, he ruthlessly drew the blade before pushing him towards the predatory beasts.

"Dinner is served! Enjoy it! Stop damn chasing me!"

With blood and flesh proffered, the beasts excitedly swarmed forward.

Seizing the chance of the beasts devouring, the subordinate grabbed his gun and sprinted towards North Gate, disregarding any thoughts of delaying, only focused on one thing: reaching the vehicle at North Gate and escaping this cursed place.

But, could fate grant him his wish? (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets on Qidian (qidian.com). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please visit m.qidian.com to read.)