Martinez's voice came through.
The space in this windbreak was too small, and there were too many people.
Coupled with the Walkers surging out from the back alley, and the Walkers that had transformed from bitten and dead soldiers, the already not-so-well-trained team instantly fell into chaos.
The Governor gritted his teeth, fiercely flipped over the Walker pressing down on him, turned his gun, and shot it, then quickly stood up.
Just as he retreated a few steps, a blurry, reflective shadow was thrown out, landing exactly where the Governor had just been pinned down.
Tear—!
Glass shattered!
Flames were spreading, mixed with the smell of alcohol and kerosene.
Walkers, engulfed in flames, charged recklessly towards the soldiers, igniting and burning them, and screams immediately rose one after another.
"Retreat!"
The Governor gritted his teeth as he spoke, the frustration of the second failed assault making him feel humiliated.
But at this moment, he and his army had no choice but to retreat.
Everyone returned to the outside of the deep pit, and Walkers slid down the smooth incline, falling into the pit.
Only then did the Governor come to his senses and assess his own people.
The original army of nearly a hundred people was now reduced to only about 70.
The rest were either bitten to death by Walkers, attacked by Daryl, or directly burned alive by Molotov cocktails or burning Walkers.
The Governor was not a military genius.
For him, numbers were as important as the quantity of firearms; he was more adept at using numbers and powerful force to suppress, and false kindness to disguise.
But facing the Prison at this moment, the Governor suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.
They were vigilant, did not easily trust outsiders, possessed strong combat power, and had an unconventional fighting style.
Coupled with the Prison, which was easy to defend and difficult to attack, it completely suppressed the Governor's side's advantages.
In fact, at this instant, a thought suddenly surfaced in the Governor's mind.
'Perhaps, he and they were not on the same level at all.'
...
On the other side.
Daryl retreated to the corner of the corridor and spoke into the radio.
"They've retreated. Did you see it from above?"
"Haha, I was just worrying about you."
Merle's voice came through the radio, but at this moment, Merle was not the only one listening to the radio.
"Oh really? Too bad. If they had charged from my side, maybe I could have gotten my revenge personally."
Michonne was somewhat displeased; it was not difficult to hear her hatred for the Governor in her tone.
"Don't do anything stupid, crazy woman, or you'll know Shawn's temper, hahahaha."
The radio was silent for a while before Michonne replied.
"I finally know why so many people want your tongue. Please tell them to add me to the list."
"Blade Woman, Merle's words are crude but not without reason. Don't act on your own. Shawn's order for us is to defend the interior of the Prison."
Daryl notched an arrow, then gripped the radio again and said.
"...Understood."
Michonne responded grudgingly, somewhat sulkily.
...
"Damn it!"
Shawn suddenly propped himself up from the sofa, sitting ramrod straight.
If one looked closely, they would surely notice his eyes were red.
Unlike the Governor's bloodshot eyes, his were just like a layer of blood mist had covered them, making him look somewhat irritable.
Originally, Shawn wanted to sleep until night, but he was instantly woken by the sounds that had just come through.
The annoyance of being woken up, combined with the agitation of the impending Blood Moon, layered together.
Shawn felt as if he was being influenced by some substance within his body, unable to stop himself from wanting to smash something or cut something to vent.
He got up, pulled the Green Dragon Crescent Blade from his system backpack, casually slung it over his shoulder, and walked downstairs with heavy steps.
His breathing was a little heavier than usual, and it seemed as if an endless stream of power was activating within him.
"Shawn."
"Wu."
"Shawn..."
Seeing Shawn descend from the third floor, everyone softly called his name.
Shawn kept his head down, looking at the ground, and responded to each of them with sounds from his nasal cavity.
"Daryl sent word that they've started attacking the Prison again, and one of the back doors has been opened."
Rick timely walked to Shawn's side, relaying the message Daryl had just sent.
"Where did Shane go?"
Shawn's tone was slightly rough.
"He's with his people in the guardroom at the connecting passage between C Block and B Block."
Looking at Shawn, who was hanging his head, Rick sensed something, frowned, but still spoke frankly.
"Whew--"
"You all watch the front door. I'm going to find them."
Dropping these words, Shawn entered the Prison through the iron gate at the C Block exit without looking back.
Passing through C Block, Lili and her people were currently confined here. The people who came with her showed some worry in their expressions, family members leaning on each other, and the atmosphere seemed a bit somber.
Seeing Shawn pass by from outside, Lili quickly stood up.
"I just heard gunshots and a very loud noise. What happened? Did they break in?"
Shawn paused, but still did not look up.
"How many of your people died?"
This sentence, accompanied by a whispered breath, came from Shawn's throat.
Lili was startled by the question, then tears of grievance shimmered in her eyes.
"You saw it at the time; most of my people were left there."
Lili was a fair and rational leader, so even when Kenny vied for power, and even when the Kenny Party disagreed with her, she still tried to take them with her when she left, simply because they were a part of the Mine Camp.
In contrast, as the Lili Party, they stayed behind to cover the retreat, and many were brutally murdered by the Governor.
Their bodies were left in the Mine, and no one even buried them.
"Don't worry--"
"Before dawn breaks again, not a single one of the Governor's people will escape--"
Shawn's voice was strangely drawn out slightly, and he turned his head to look out the high window of the cell.
It was already dark outside; was it six or seven in the evening?
None of that mattered, because Shawn could clearly feel that everything was about to begin, very soon.
In fact, this time the feeling was stronger, much stronger than any previous time...
Shawn continued forward without a word.
After he left, Lee, holding Clementine's hand, leaned against the cell bars, quietly staring at Shawn's retreating figure.
This was the second time; the previous time was when they were still at the Mine Camp.
Clementine neither cried nor made a fuss, just looked at Shawn's back, somewhat lost in thought.
"Do you remember what I taught you? Don't let the Walkers take your soul."
Lee lowered his head, looking at Clementine as he spoke.
"Of course." Clementine's voice was soft, responding in a gentle whisper.
Having received a response, Lee looked again in the direction Shawn had left, seemingly still savoring the image of the man carrying the strange large blade.
"But that man, his shadow tells me he can take the Walkers' souls."
Hearing Lee's rather profound teaching, Clementine was somewhat confused.
"Do Walkers... have souls too?"
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