DipNovel Chapter 217 Cleaning Up the Battlefield
Chapter 217 Cleaning Up the Battlefield
Chapter 217 Cleaning Up the Battlefield
"Ah—"
Judan never expected that she would be recognized as a good person by Gavin because of her groundhog!
Regardless, Gavin's words relieved her at first, but then made her tense again.
She then asked Gavin.
"But Mr. Gavin, I can't buy any other groundhogs. In this day and age—what pet store would be open?"
"Don't worry, after you're done with the work, you can ask the field hunters at the camp to catch a few groundhogs for you."
Gavin interrupted Judy and said to her with a smile.
"Groundhogs are incredibly effective at guarding the night, their professionalism is unbelievable. Although they don't have much other use, we can't expect everything to be meaningful. As long as they have special value to at least one person, that's enough."
At this point, Gavin waved to Judy, who then followed old Bert out of the hall and up to the second floor.
Gavin sat on the sofa, calmly looking at the gate a few dozen meters away, and took out another cigarette.
Gavin lit a cigarette, took a long drag, and then exhaled wearily.
He flew for more than seven hours today, which is challenging enough, and then he still has to deal with thousands of zombie corpses tonight.
Just thinking about it makes me tired.
But he couldn't not do it, otherwise, would he let the zombie corpses continue to pile up?
Stop kidding, if an aggregate actually appears on the farm, he'll most likely have to move.
Why----
After letting out a soft sigh, Gavin stood up, cigarette in hand, and slowly walked to the front door.
In his eyes, there were nearly fourteen zombies outside the door, violently ramming against the transparent door.
You can see the change in the mindset of the camp members from them.
If this were at the beginning of the apocalypse, with so many zombies at the entrance, probably very few people in the hall would be able to hear what he was saying.
Everyone's thoughts are probably on the zombies.
But now—
Everyone acted as if they didn't see the zombies, and no one paid any attention to these dozen or so hardworking guys.
Gavin stood silently in front of the door, a cigarette dangling from his lips, watching the zombies.
The zombies, while constantly ramming into him, kept their eyes fixed on Gavin's position, roaring fiercely at him incessantly.
Gavin didn't find it tedious at all, and the expression on his face gradually changed from indifference to a self-smiling smile.
As he watched, the last rays of the setting sun gradually disappeared, and night slowly descended. The light drawn by a few tracer bullets added a lot of brilliance to the night before him.
Chu Chu Chu!
Suddenly, one of the zombies at the door fell down; the bullets had come from the roof.
As the zombie fell, the searchlights on the roof also turned on.
The light first shone on the front door, making Gavin's pupils appear slightly brighter.
Then, more bullets rained down, taking down the already crazed zombies one by one.
After the last zombie died at the door, the three searchlights moved around in the increasingly dark night, patrolling back and forth in the courtyard.
More bullets followed the searchlight's beam, continuing to pick off other active zombies nearby.
While the searchlights were still scanning, Doris put down her plate and leaned on the railing in the second-floor corridor, calling out to Gavin.
"Boss, dinner's ready!"
"Okay, I understand."
Gavin responded softly, then took one last look at the night sky before turning and heading upstairs to sit down at his table.
Doris prepared his plate first, so he sat down and started eating quickly.
While eating, he took out a walkie-talkie and spoke.
"This is Gavin. Steve, Eugene, Martin, Edward, and Anthony, the five of you go home for dinner right now. Then come with me to pick up Father Hogan's field team and take them home!"
"In addition, we also need to ensure that the outdoor environment is basically suitable for work!"
"As for the rest of you, whatever you are doing, look to the side of each of you and have one person take turns eating in pairs."
"Everyone, hurry up! Tonight, time waits for no one!"
At this point, Gavin put down the walkie-talkie and continued eating heartily.
At this moment, the darkness and the countless drops of blood made him lose his appetite, but fortunately, Doris's cooking skills were quite reliable, and her style wasn't exactly white food, so he could at least eat it.
boom!
As he swallowed another bite of roast meat, another explosion came from the northwest terrace, and the flames made Gavin's face brighten by half a degree.
Then Eugene's voice came through the walkie-talkie.
"Okay, boss, we'll head back now. I just threw a grenade, which basically ensures the pile of corpses won't reach the roof. Don't worry about those scattered zombies. I bet there aren't even fifty living zombies around the manor right now."
After Eugene finished speaking, Gavin did not respond, but continued eating his meal by himself.
Meanwhile, more staff members gathered near the dining tables in the second-floor accommodation area.
But when the first person to dine, Sariel, deliberately avoided Gavin's table and sat at another table.
Others who followed suit avoided Gavin's table.
So much so that there were about ten people gathered in the restaurant, but Gavin was still alone at his table. This scene made Corbyn, who had just arrived, swallow enviously.
He could tell that although Gavin's camp had a much larger population than 6666 Ranch's camp, Gavin's status was much higher than his own, the nominal leader of 6666 Ranch.
This made him extremely envious, but he didn't dare to say anything. He simply found an empty table, sat down, and ate quietly.
Shortly after, Eugene and the other four, whom Gavin had pointed out, returned from the rooftop together. From a distance, Eugene shouted smugly at Gavin.
"Hey boss, why are you sitting there all by yourself? Did Feng give you extra food again? Why do you like eating those dirty offal and intestines?!"
"Stop talking nonsense and eat your food. We still have work to do. Besides, I remember you aiming a machine gun at me. After I'm done, let's have a good spar in the boxing ring, you bastard!"
Gavin ate without looking up, giving Eugene the middle finger. Eugene, unfazed, sat down to Gavin's left, picked up a steak, and began to bite into it aggressively.
Anthony, Martin, and others sat down one after another, while Steve picked up his knife and fork and asked Gavin a question.
"Boss, Father Hogan and the others haven't replied for a while. Could they be in some danger?"
"Don't ask me, just ask them directly."
Gavin responded briefly.
Upon hearing this, Steve took out his walkie-talkie and contacted Hogan.
Fortunately, Hogan and his two companions were currently hiding in the resort area. They had already left the yacht, but their concerns about the zombie situation prevented them from getting any closer to the manor.
After confirming the location of Father Hogan and his group, Gavin put down his plate, stood up, and left the table.
"I'm going to restock my ammo. See you at the armory later!"
He said this, and his words made Martin and the others nod repeatedly.
About twelve minutes later, Martin and his five men met Gavin again in the armory.
Everyone replenished their ammunition and then assembled in the hall, fully armed.
After confirming that the men were ready, Gavin turned to Edward and asked with a light laugh.
"Edward, can you ride a horse?"
"certainly!"
Edward nodded without hesitation. "What Texas boy doesn't know how to ride a horse?"
Well, in Texas, only the poor living in big cities don't have the opportunity to ride horses.
Edward's family was relatively well-off, and he had been exposed to horses and ranches when he was young. As he grew up, he became a well-rounded person, so how could he not know how to ride a horse?
Gavin smiled with satisfaction, then strode to the door, took a deep breath, and pushed it open.
nooks and crannies —
This time, there was a slight noise and a little bit of resistance when he pushed the door open, which made Gavin frown.
He casually pulled out the walkie-talkie and said.
"This is Gavin. After lunch, Horst, take some men to clean up the bloodstains at the entrance and restore the smooth operation of the door's sliding mechanism. While Horst and the others are working, the office staff will provide protection. Office staff who are eating, please pay attention to the distribution."
"receive."
"Received, boss."
"Yes, boss."
A series of responses came through the walkie-talkie, and Gavin tucked it back into his waistband, then hooked his foot around the corpse of a zombie and kicked it aside.
Blood gushed from the zombie, staining Gavin's trousers and shoes, but Gavin simply shook his head in disgust.
Tonight, there will be plenty of opportunities to deal with blood plasma, so what's a little bit?
After tonight's work is finished, I'm afraid every worker will be covered in blood!
Thud————
The body rolled more than five meters away and spun twice on the ground. Edward, who had never been in a boxing ring with Gavin, looked at Gavin's leg with a slight shock.
"Wow, boss, you're really strong! That zombie was in poor health, as fat as a pig, and you didn't even look like you were using any strength at all!"
Edward couldn't help but laugh at Gavin, while Steve simply picked up the shotgun and strode towards the warehouse area.
Gavin followed Steve to the warehouse door. Steve opened the door, and the cattle and horses hiding inside immediately let out a series of neighs.
Hearing Octavian's loudest howl, Gavin reluctantly went to the Akhal-Teke horse, patted its neck, and gently comforted it.
"Don't rush, buddy. You'll have your chance to run tonight. But don't be too scared to kick your hooves when you're out there covered in blood and gore!"
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As they were talking, Gavin pulled Octavian out of the warehouse and rode off on his back.
After Octavian left the warehouse, he saw with his own eyes the countless corpses in the yard.
Hmph—whoosh!
Its breathing immediately quickened, exhaling plumes of white vapor in the early spring night, as if it had become excited in just a moment.
Behind him, the other five mounted their horses, and the six horses immediately rode forward in an arrowhead formation.
Just as they approached the old manor, two zombies burst out of the shadows, but before they could get within sixty meters of the cavalry, Eugene and Edward shot them dead.
The restaurant is located on the second floor of the manor.
Watching the gunfire gleaming in the night, Jonathan, the little guy from 6666 Ranch, couldn't help but lick his knife.
While savoring the flavors of the meat sauce and serum protein, Jonathan excitedly spoke to Corbin and Otto.
"See that, Corbin, and Otto? That's the fucking style a real man should have!"
"So what if there are thousands of zombies? So what if it's a night fraught with danger? Look at Gavin leading his team out to pick up their field agents—his men didn't argue at all!"
"Unlike us idiots, Mazefak, just thinking about it makes me sick. We argued over the smallest things all those days, it was so fucking ridiculous!"
"Wow, these guys are really handsome. Compared to us, they're like the main characters in a movie!"
At this point, Jonathan cut off a piece of meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it heavily.
Watching Gavin and his group walk away, he felt that this was what a true man should be like, and he vowed that he would become one of them someday!
Otto, after taking a sip of mushroom soup, looked up at the night and responded to Jonathan.
"Although he is my idol, what happened today was still a bit too dangerous. Of course, my idol had no choice, after all, when we came back, the zombies had already started to pile up."
"Didn't you guys hear their broadcasts? If an aggregate appears, we'll have to run away again right after we moved!"
At this point, firefighter Otto couldn't help but poke the steak in front of him with his spoon.
While savoring the perfect chewiness of the steak, Otto couldn't help but glance to his left.
In his eyes, the cooks who had been hastily put on the job in their camp over the past few days were sitting there enjoying their meal.
Looking at the cook's excited face as he ate, Otto pursed his lips and muttered a curse in annoyance.
"Also, the food here is much better than back home. Turning cattle herders into cooks is definitely not an easy job!"
"Yeah, all our professional chefs have turned into zombies. Now that I think about it, it's really a good thing that someone can cook."
Corbyn responded, then picked up a vegetable salad and added some to Mrs. Anxuan's plate.
"Aunt, you're getting old, eat less meat and more vegetables."
"Bullshit, I'm not too old to chew, kid!"
Anne poked the vegetable salad with her fork in annoyance, then retaliated by swallowing a big bite of beef.
After chewing for a long time with great effort, Annie picked up a piece of beef with her fork and spoke.
"Also, guys, you need to change your mindset as soon as possible."
"What do you mean by 'their camp,' and what do you mean by 'our camp'?"
"Remember, there are no 'them' here, only 'us.' Hurry up and eat, then get to help. We'll probably be working all night!"
"Yes, indeed!"
Beside him, Corbin wearily rubbed his head, the thought of working through the night sending shivers down his spine. The corpses and blood scattered around the terrace, however, made him feel somewhat full.
However, he eventually revealed a delighted smile, and as he put down his knife and fork, he said with a smile.
"However, no matter what, our safety has definitely increased significantly since we merged into Gavin's camp."
"These were thousands of zombies, and they just vanished like that! Our fighting power is terrifying!"
"The sight of three armed helicopters and several machine gun emplacements made me feel like I was on a World War II battlefield, while our opponents didn't even know how to use a pistol!"
"Is this the roof of Camp Gavin? I even think it's more secure than Normandy. At least I won't have any more nightmares for a while, thank God!"
At this point, Corbyn stood up and tapped the table casually.
"I'm full, Mr. Butler. May I ask where your ammunition depot is? I'd like to replenish my ammunition so I can continue working!"
"No problem, Mr. Corbyn, please come with me."
Thomas immediately smiled at Corbyn, then led him to the ammunition depot and watched as Corbyn replenished his supplies.
Meanwhile, in the darkness of night.
Gavin and his group fired shots from time to time, taking out the stray zombies that approached them, and crossed the still relatively clean streets before finally getting close to the resort area.
From a distance, they saw a house in the resort with lights on, so they simply moved closer to the source of the light.
When they got within about twenty meters of the house, Aunt Tara, who could finally see the outside environment through the floor-to-ceiling window, raised her right hand and waved to the crowd.
"Ugh, every time I see this woman, I feel like my parents owe me 30 centimeters, making me shorter than a woman!"
Edward complained as he waved to Tara, then jumped off his horse first, carrying his gun, and went around the villa gate to take a look at the generator.
A simple diesel generator, the kind commonly used in camps.
After confirming that there was nothing unusual about the source of the sound, Edward returned to the gate, nodded to Gavin, and the group entered the manor to meet up with Hogan's team.
Hogan, Barn, and Tara hugged everyone before getting into their car and returning to the manor with a cavalry escort.
When they saw the countless corpses in the manor area, their car visibly jerked.
As they returned, William, along with Sean's trio, began patrolling the area under the cover of night.
From a distance, Gavin could see the four of them carrying hammers, cautiously huddled together, approaching the huge pile of corpses in the dim light, checking the zombies one by one to see if they were alive or dead.
Many zombies were only rendered immobile by machine guns and heavy machine guns, but their upper bodies and heads were still wriggling.
When they encountered such zombies, they would take out small hammers and drive them into the zombies' brains like nails.
In the past few days, at Old Bert's request, Manus has had a dozen new specially made nail hammers made specifically for zombies.
This hammer is much smaller than the decorative artwork that old Bert himself created before the apocalypse, and even a little lighter than a small hammer for hammering nails.
However, at the same time, old Bert also deliberately lengthened the hammerhead, especially increasing the length of the nail on the small hammer.
To hack a zombie in the head with a weapon like a kukri, the user must exert all their strength.
But what about the specially made mini hammer?
The force required to smash through a zombie's skull with this tool is about the same as the force required to hammer a nail.
For an average person, if they swing a knife with all their might, they can only manage thirty to fifty swings before their arm becomes very weak.
Even a well-trained person must rest for a while after swinging their full strength for hundreds of times, both to relieve muscle fatigue and to adjust their breathing.
But what about hammering in nails?
Stop joking. Even for an ordinary person, hammering dozens or hundreds of nails in one go isn't difficult at all, is it?
So, at least for now, this small hammer is the best weapon for harvesting zombies.
Seeing that Sean and his three companions acted in perfect unison, Gavin patted Eugene on the shoulder and invited the five of them to join in.
He then approached Hogan and pointed to the brightly lit second-floor restaurant.
"You guys go eat quickly, then come down and participate in the operation."
After saying that, Gavin took out the walkie-talkie and spoke to everyone.
"The first group of people who have eaten can replace the people collecting corpses on the roof, and they can also go outside to start collecting zombies."
"But whatever you do, listen up! Pay close attention to every single zombie in your vicinity!"
"The heavy machine guns and cannons have created too many zombies that are only incapacitated but not completely dead. So, when you're moving around, you could be bitten hard by a zombie with only one head left!"
"No matter what, don't fucking let me see any good guy who defeats a huge horde of zombies head-on, only to die on the way to clean up the battlefield!"
"If that ever happens, believe me, I'll fucking bring my buddies and pee my ass on your tombstone!"
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