The rain was now coming down a bit too heavily, and the zombies were becoming more numerous.

    Li Yu saw that some areas were understaffed.

    So he took out his walkie-talkie and said to Second Uncle, "Second Uncle, the rain is getting heavy. Send over ten more people, we need to keep thirty on the wall."

    Second Uncle replied through the walkie-talkie, "Alright, I''ll arrange for people to come right away."

    Li Yu immediately responded, "As fast as you can, and then have Li Yuan and the others bring some food over, no one has eaten anything yet."

    Second Uncle replied, "Okay, you can count on me, I''ve already arranged it."

    Li Yu sent a simple acknowledgment.

    These repeated rains, these repeated Zombie Tides.

    It already felt like routine, both to him personally and to most people in the base.

    They were used to it.

    Accustomed to the zombie attacks every time it rained.

    Accustomed to fighting zombies in the dark of night.

    Also used to being assigned tasks, manning the walls when it''s their shift, and staying in their rooms to rest when it''s not.

    Occasionally, they were ready to await orders and set off to support at any moment.

    No matter what, people in the Big Camphor Tree Base were relatively safe resisting zombies compared to those outside the base.

    After all, for most Survivors outside, a Zombie Tide meant a slim chance of survival.

    ...

    East.

    Safe City.

    Mr. Wu personally led his people to fend off the invading zombies.

    It''s just that there was already a scarcity of energy sources in Safe City, and now night had fallen.

    Fighting zombies in the pitch-black night was the most terrifying thing.

    By the dim light, Mr. Wu could clearly see the zombies continuously streaming in.

    Mr. Wu said loudly, "Bring over the floodlight from the basement. No, bring all of them."

    "Make some fire torches; we still have plenty of gasoline and diesel, right? Use all of it. Do you need me to teach you this? Hurry!"

    Mr. Wu saw this scene and grew anxious. It had grown dark, and such a big problem had arisen in the West, and they had yet to report quickly.

    Mr. Wu looked around and asked, "Where is Old Li? Wasn''t he in charge of the defense here? Where did he go after he died?"

    The person who had been following him all along said, "Brother Li, he''s been bitten by a zombie, and after being bitten, he took care of it himself."

    Upon hearing these words, Mr. Wu suddenly fell silent.

    There was a sudden rush of footsteps from behind.

    Mr. Wu turned around to see Old Zhuang leading a group of civilians; now if the breach in the West couldn''t be held, they would likely all be doomed.

    So everyone came to support.

    Seeing so many people coming, Mr. Wu''s face showed a surprise delight as he excitedly said, "Old Zhuang, your timing couldn''t be better. Quick, split into two groups.

    One team on the left, another on the right, Old Ke and Old Hua will attack head on.

    I''ll send people to fix the breach at the West Gate."

    Old Zhuang, holding a torch, nodded and said, "Okay, be careful Mr. Wu."

    He then left, turning to the people behind him, "Old He, take people to the right to block the zombies, and I''ll take people to the left."

    The fire torch lit Old He''s face with a red glow, and he said worriedly, "Alright, we''re off."

    They hadn''t walked far when they encountered a group of zombies.

    The zombies'' combat power was already higher at night than during the day, and in the rain, they were greatly enhanced.

    The running speed of these zombies was even a bit faster than that of an adult human.

    "Charge through," shouted Old He.

    After saying that, he charged forward with a torch in one hand and a spear in the other.

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    But the torch, doused in gasoline, was not extinguished by the rain.

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    The spear pierced through a zombie''s head.

    But the zombies were too frenzied, the incoming force knocking old He to the ground.

    Seeing the zombies behind charge toward old He, the people beside him rushed to help.

    Chaos!

    The silhouettes of humans and zombies were entwined in a melee—if viewed from above, it would be impossible to tell zombies apart from humans.

    Old He watched, helplessly, as a person who had come to save him was bitten in the neck by a zombie, its life snuffed out.

    Blood surged out from the neck, crimson red.

    The blood flowed on the ground, mixing with the rainwater.

    Looking around, his brothers were fighting the zombies.

    The rainwater on the ground was dyed red.

    ...

    Elsewhere, elder Wu was leading his subordinates towards the entrance of the West Gate.

    Their team wasn''t large, comprising just over twenty people.

    But they were trained, and individually far stronger than old He''s men.

    Elder Wu saw that zombies were momentarily held back on both sides.

    But he understood that they had to quickly block the entrance to the West Gate.

    Otherwise, even if old He and the others fought to the last man, they would still be unable to withstand the Zombie Tide.

    Using human lives to stack against zombies—how could that ever be enough?

    It was unknown from where these zombies came, but with each Zombie Tide, there seemed to be an endless stream of them.

    "Don''t conserve bullets anymore, move as fast as possible to the West Gate. Hurry up and block the gate. Otherwise, we''re all done for," Elder Wu commanded.

    Bang bang bang!

    Gunfire cleared a narrow path.

    Elder Wu led his people, charging directly towards the entrance of the West Gate.

    Suddenly, a bright light flashed before their eyes.

    It was a high beam—the lights that elder Wu''s people had gone to fetch.

    At this moment, the area was as bright as daylight.

    Yet, due to the brightness, elder Wu and the others were more terrified.

    Before them, hundreds of zombies were furiously assailing, and at this point, several hundred had already entered Safe City.

    And at the entrance of the West Gate, a hundred meters away, more zombies were continuously pouring in.

    In front of the West Gate, on both sides, elder Zhuang and old He were leading people in resisting the zombies.

    However, already worn out by the cold winter, the survivors'' bodies were weak, and at this moment, they only resisted the zombies out of sheer willpower.

    Looking at the bodies on the ground, it was unclear which were zombies and which were fallen humans.

    Sometimes, the fallen would rise again as zombies after a while.

    They had to hurry!

    Elder Wu, leading his people, charged towards the West Gate and on the way, he noticed a truck nearby.

    A thought struck elder Wu. After slicing down a zombie, he turned back and said, "Put the prepared iron barricades down for now, go get that truck over here, use it to block the gate. If we''re any later, it''ll be too late."

    "Okay, I have the keys," a tall man beside elder Wu said.

    In less than two minutes, the truck brutally drove over, crushing zombies along its path.

    But soon after entering the heart of the Zombie Tide, its speed slowed down considerably.

    "Let''s go, help clear a path for him," Elder Wu said to the people around him, watching the truck surrounded by zombies.

    In the rainy night, the zombies'' strength was tremendous, and the truck amidst the Zombie Tide was like a small boat amidst roaring waves.

    Rocking side to side.

    Elder Wu took a dozen people and rushed in that direction, relieving some pressure off the truck.

    The number of people around him grew fewer, elder Wu watched familiar faces die one by one, his eyes almost bursting with anger.

    Thud!

    The truck drove directly to the breach.

    Instantly, zombies were blocked as if by a large dam.

    But inside Safe City, there were still several hundred zombies.

    Still, everyone saw hope—not afraid of the quantity of zombies, just fearful that they would never stop coming!