You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the woods, Chen Xiaoyong also seemed a bit stunned.

Did I hit him?

Is my luck really that good today?

He had seen very clearly just now that the person who got out of the car was definitely the Peng Family's boss, but it was unknown who actually fell after being shot.

The subordinates by his side, seeing their own boss's marksmanship so captivating, also recovered from the initial confusion.

A man nicknamed "Mop" immediately pointed in that direction and shouted:

"Hit him, hit him!"

"The Peng fell dead by Brother Yong's gun!"

"Hahaha, a bunch of lousy drivers dare to compete with our boss?"

Stirred by his words, the others suddenly became somewhat restless, and those who had been planning to retreat deeper into the orchard stopped in their tracks.

"Boss Yong, what should we do?"

Another asked.

Mop immediately interjected:

"I saw it very clearly a moment ago, it was definitely a Peng who was shot dead."

He looked at Chen Xiaoyong with an excited expression.

"Now, over there must be in total chaos—if we seize the opportunity to attack back—"

Chen Xiaoyong was still somewhat hesitant, the distance between the two sides just now was at least over thirty meters, and there was the cover of the woods.

To be honest, he wasn't really sure who those two shots actually hit.

Could it be that Peng Yue was really killed by me?

Thinking this, he quickly looked again towards the fence that the truck had smashed through, and saw that the few men who had just been about to charge in had suddenly all disappeared.

Clearly, they had been frightened by the incident and had hidden behind the truck.

If they attacked now, maybe it would indeed settle the matter once and for all.

No time to hesitate!

Chen Xiaoyong immediately made a decision and ordered the people around him: "Mop, take a few men and flank from the left now!"

"Move fast!"

"Alright!"

"Leave it to me, Boss Yong!"

Mop had been waiting for this command.

After receiving the order, he didn't say another word; he turned back to his subordinates and signaled them with a wave of his hand, then they all crouched down and moved towards the left side of the truck.

The remaining dozen or so people naturally all flanked from the right side with Chen Xiaoyong.

Both groups of men were armed.

If it was true that a Peng had just been shot to death, then those hiding behind the truck were probably already scared to death.

Once the gunfire started on their side, those people would probably lie down and surrender on the spot.

Then this orchard would be his territory.

So many fruits, just right to sell to the company guys, perhaps even trade some for a few guns or armor?

But at this moment, Peng Yue and his men were indeed panicking.

They hadn't even seen the assailant yet, and had just been shot by a Chen, killing the second in command, which inevitably would cause some undesirable thoughts among their ranks.

However, as Peng Er's chest finally stopped heaving, the sounds of several brothers crying in desperate grief suddenly erupted, the flames of anger sparked outrage with each curse, eventually taking complete possession of everyone's body.

"Fuck him!"

"I'll fight Chen to the death!"

Peng Si, also with a volatile temperament, charged out with a homemade shotgun, but collided with Mop and others who were trying to sneak up.

Seeing the enemy made blood boil, and the iron pellets from the muzzle instantly blew away the startled man.

"Aaaaah!"

Cries of agony suddenly rose.

Mop didn't even glance at the unfortunate man, his body already on the ground, raising his hand to fire toward the front!

But the expensive homemade gun suddenly exploded with a bang!

Bits of flesh and debris flew in all directions like shrapnel!

"My hand, my hand!"

He looked at the stark white bone stubs in front of him and the entire person collapsed instantly, screaming and crying, while the few followers who had come with him turned and ran.

Similarly sweating cold sweat was Peng Si, who had been blinded by rage.

Shooting someone dead was indeed satisfying.

But seeing the person's hand mangled by a misfired homemade gun made him shake uncontrollably, feeling as if a bucket of cold water had been dumped over his head, instantly cooling him down.

The other party had guns, after all!

How was running out so recklessly any different from seeking death?

Before Peng Si could entertain the idea of retreating, several followers who had rushed out with him to avenge Peng Er were seeing red and began to indiscriminately chop at the men who were escaping in disarray.

Zhang Ye may have refused to sell them guns, but he allowed machetes.

He even threw in a few shields for good measure.

All part of the customer experience.

A man with a revolver didn't have time to run and managed to fire only one shot before being hacked to death by the crowd, his arm holding the gun chopped off cleanly.

Peng Si, spurred on by the bloodshed, raised his gun and took down another enemy who was frantically trying to escape.

The dozen or so who had followed with mop handles to encircle and ambush quickly suffered heavy casualties.
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Before Chen Xiaoyong had time to give an order, the left side of the truck was already filled with yelling and screaming, making him realize that something had gone wrong on the mop handle side.

A common person might have scrapped the plan then and there, running for their lives.

After all, it was clear that they had been discovered.

But Chen Xiaoyong was different.

He was born brave and meticulous.

After hearing the commotion from that side, far from contemplating retreat, he became even more resolved to seize the chance to lead an attack from the right side.

Indeed, Peng Yue and others behind the truck were completely distracted by the noise on the left side.

They were totally exposed to Chen Xiaoyong and his men from the back.

And among them was Peng Yue!

"Everyone, charge for me!"

"Kill one for a reward of ten jin of flour!"

"Kill two, and you can pick anything you want from the storeroom when we get back!"

With a shout filled with excitement, the dozen desperados clustered around Chen Xiaoyong rushed toward the enemy.

Peng Yue, just about to call for Peng Si and others to return, felt a chill run through him when he heard the noise behind him.

By the time he turned around, a bullet had already flown before his eyes.

Thump—

The man's head sprouted a blood hole as wide as a finger before he crashed heavily to the ground.

And Peng Yue's heart raced as he looked at the body before him.

It was a close call.

If it weren't for this follower who had just shifted his position slightly towards him, he might have been the one dead.

After the shock, more than a dozen enemies charging with wild shouts, wearing metal protective gear, quickly knocked down three or four people from the truck convoy.

In the distance, a gaunt man watched this scene.

Clutching a black-barreled gun in his hand.

This is bad!

It's Chen Xiaoyong!

Peng Yue didn't hesitate; he rolled on the spot, and where he had been standing, there came a crisp crack.

It was the sound of a bullet striking the metal side of the truck.

"Si, Wu!"

"Run!"

"If we don't leave now, we'll be too late!"

Peng Si, equally stunned, had just celebrated a triumphant victory, but in the blink of an eye, the situation drastically changed, as more than a dozen new enemies suddenly appeared from nowhere, brandishing knives in frenzy.

And their numbers were still increasing.

The men hidden by Chen Xiaoyong in the orchard were all converging on this spot.