Quick Travel to the Clouds

Chapter 639 The Apocalyptic Old Lady 8

At first, only a few staggering figures slowly emerged from street corners, behind overturned cars, and from bombed shops, their lifeless eyes reflecting an eerie glow under the red moon, and meaningless roars emanating from their throats.

Like hungry wolves smelling blood, they pounced on the roaring convoy.

Ma Yong and the others in the lead vehicle, responsible for clearing the way, gripped their weapons tightly, but Yun Chu's icy voice clearly reached everyone's ears through the walkie-talkie in Liu Jing's hand: "Speed ​​up! Avoid obstacles on the main road, ram them directly in small groups, don't slow down, don't engage in close combat!"

Just as she finished speaking—

The first real horde of corpses surged out from behind the ruins of a low-rise office building in front!

Dozens of them, a dozen or so, converged into a dark, surging torrent, roaring and cutting off a T-junction that the convoy had to pass through!

"There's a traffic jam ahead!" came a panicked shout from the lead car.

Almost at the same time the cries for help rang out, a silver-blue figure leaped up from the roof of the last bus like lightning tearing through the night!

Yun Chu's movements were faster than the limits of vision!

She didn't use any fancy techniques; she simply slammed into the very center of the horde of corpses with an overwhelming, cold, and resolute force!

boom!

An invisible shockwave suddenly exploded outwards from the point where she landed!

A dozen or so zombies at the front were struck hard by an invisible giant hammer. The cracking sound of bones breaking mixed with a tooth-grinding thud could be clearly heard. The closest ones were sent flying like rag dolls, crashing down on a large group behind them.

Cold arcs of electricity flickered silently around her, each leap precisely striking the forehead or heart of a zombie attempting to rise from the shockwave's range or lunging from the side.

The electric arc was tiny yet deadly; wherever it passed, there was only a momentary smell of burning and an eternally frozen moment.

In less than ten seconds, the front of the entire horde of corpses seemed to have been wiped away by an invisible giant hand! A bloody gap, barely wide enough for a vehicle to pass through, was cleared!

"Go!" Yun Chu's icy voice rang out again, and she landed back on the car roof.

Without hesitation, the lead vehicle roared and ran over the severed limbs and debris. The convoy sped through the intersection, leaving splattered black slime on the windows and bodies of the vehicles.

Immediately afterwards, at the approach bridge of the ring road leading from the suburbs to the city center, a second, even larger wave of attacks arrived!

This was a real ambush—zombies hid in the shadows of abandoned vehicles and the bridge, like hyenas that had been waiting for a long time. When half of the convoy had entered the ramp, they surged out from all directions like a gray tide, trying to jam the vehicles on the slope!

Screams erupted inside the car.

Yun Chu, perched on the car roof, narrowed her eyes, her gaze sharp as needles. Instead of landing, she used the roof as a fulcrum, her movements as swift as a ghost!

What she held in her hands was no longer an arc of electricity—she had somehow picked up two rusty, broken steel bars, one long and one short, which transformed into an invincible storm of death in her hands!

The short steel bars were thrown with precision, like flying needles, piercing the heads of zombies that lunged at the gaps in the car windows and doors without fail.

She swung the long steel bars, creating a piercing sound as they cut through the air. Her moves were wide and powerful, carrying a terrifying force of pure physics!

With a sweeping motion across the waist, zombies fell like mowing grass; with a slam into the skull, the sturdy skull shattered instantly!

Her movements were devoid of any grace, displaying only absolute efficiency and a killing instinct. Each swing carried the brute force to destroy all obstacles, completely dismembering and sending approaching zombies flying!

The foul-smelling blood and mangled limbs rained down like a storm, leaving horrifying trails on the ground.

Despite the great shock caused by her swift and decisive actions, these surprise attacks failed to truly halt the convoy's progress.

That aloof and proud figure, like a moving lighthouse, cleaved through the fog of despair, carving out a brutal and bloody path to a sliver of hope for his followers in the most violent way.

An hour later, as the convoy passed through the last scrambled residential area, the outline of the city center finally came into view.

Against the backdrop of several relatively well-preserved skyscrapers, a massive complex of buildings, incongruous with the chaotic environment, came into view from afar—several meters high steel walls were covered with cold, sharp spikes, watchtowers stood tall, and beams of searchlights swept back and forth against the backdrop of the red moon, heavily guarded.

Some defensive fortifications and intricately painted markings are faintly visible on the high walls, exuding a cold, hard, and sturdy military atmosphere.

“Dragon Shield…” someone murmured, their voice filled with unbelievable elation and exhaustion from surviving a catastrophe.

In the wide buffer zone near the main gate of the base, the scattered zombie remains on the ground were more densely packed, but the types seemed more bizarre, some were huge, and some had mutated limbs.

Clearly, the intensity of the battle had increased far more recently than before. Yun Chu stood atop the last vehicle, gazing at the imposing and cold fortress.

The wind ruffled her silver-gray hair, like unmelting frost and snow. Her face was expressionless, like a bottomless, icy pool.

The wrecked bus body and windows, covered in dirt, dents, and dried bloodstains, silently testify to the hellish journey it had endured.

Ahead stood the massive steel gate of the Dragon Shield Base, cold and silent, like the clenched teeth of a giant beast.

Above the gate, the muzzles of the guards' guns reflected a chilling glint, locking onto the dilapidated yet resolute convoy.

The heavy iron chains and door panels were moved together, and the pungent smell of decay and blood rushed into the relatively "safe zone" of the hospital.

Yun Chu took the lead, her steps unwavering. Behind her, three battered and bloodstained intercity buses roared heavily, like wounded steel behemoths, slowly driving into the desolate, crimson-moon-shrouded street.

On the towering watchtower of the Dragon Shield Base, sniper Wang Tiezhu was routinely patrolling the dangerous buffer zone ahead through a high-powered scope.

The crimson moonlight distorted his vision, but as he scanned the end of the side road leading to the hospital, his finger suddenly froze, and he almost pulled the trigger.

"Report...Report!" His voice crackled with an unusual intensity over the walkie-talkie. "Command center! Emergency report from post number 7! Unidentified moving convoy spotted! Three civilian buses! Heading towards the main gate from...heading towards the Third People's Hospital of the city!"

The base command center had originally planned a search operation in a predetermined area a few hours later; the hospital was indeed the target for several days later.

This sudden report was like a bomb dropped into the calm command post. Commander Colonel Zhao abruptly stood up and rushed to the monitor screen.

"A hospital?! That road is a complete dead end! How could anyone have come out alive?!"

Multiple wide-angle surveillance cameras switched simultaneously on the screen. The images were somewhat blurry, but clear enough to see that three buses, as if they had been pulled from a pool of blood in hell, were stubbornly breaking through the attacks of sporadic zombies.

The car body was covered in dents, every windshield was cracked like a spider web, and the windows were splattered with thick, black blood.

The horrific scene itself is a silent yet incredibly powerful battle report.

As the convoy rolled over the buffer zone riddled with the remains of mutated zombies and riddled with bullet holes, and approached the massive steel gate at closer range, all the soldiers who were on high alert behind the firing ports and fortifications instinctively held their breath.

The air seemed to freeze.