As the massive number of zombies approached, the heavy machine gun had been positioned right in the middle of the aircraft exit.
All twelve soldiers had their rifles up, with Xiaoyun and Zhangfei both with a pistol out in hand.
They were now up against the wall. One last-ditch effort as the zombies reached within shooting range.
"Zhangfei, how long is reinforcement going to take?"
Xiaoyun asked as the sheer number of zombies was causing second thoughts. There was no way for them to shoot them all.
Even if the zombies lined up in a single file line for them to mow down, they would run out of ammo before the zombies were done.
"Ten. No, five minutes. My dad will send everything to save me... He will never abandon me like this."
The answer caused Xiaoyun to dismiss the thought of running away with Houqin by making an invisible cloak on the spot.
"I really hope so."
