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Chapter 43 Actual Combat
As Chen Mo violently kicked open the door, the zombies who reacted were about to scream and rush at Chen Mo who was holding a shotgun.

At this moment, a cunning flashed in Chen Mo's eyes, whose face was covered with gauze, and he slowly pulled the trigger of the shotgun.

'BOMM! '

As the trigger was pulled, there was a loud bang, and a puff of white smoke came out from the shotgun's muzzle. Looking at the two zombies, their heads were mutilated and tattered like smashed watermelons.

Looking back at Chen Mo, the originally white gauze was now spattered with blood.

'Ow! '

But as the two zombies died on the spot and their heads were beaten into chaff, the remaining three or four zombies around the house also rushed over after hearing the sound.

Chen Mo turned his head and glanced at Bai Bing lightly, then nodded.

After seeing Chen Mo nodding, Bai Bing took a deep breath, and then walked up to Chen Mo with a somewhat excited expression and took the shotgun from Chen Mo's hand.

"There is one more shot, try to hit it, and hold the gun according to the posture I taught you."

'boom! '

Bai Bing, who was still shaking with the shotgun in his hand, just raised the gun body when he saw Chen Mo lift his leg and kick it to the side, followed by a muffled sound.

Bai Bing took a closer look, and saw that a rushing zombie had been kicked out by Chen Mo.

"Don't be dazed! Aim!"

Hearing Chen Mo's dissatisfied voice, Bai Bing quickly aimed his eyes at the line of sight on the gun.

"Fire when you're ready and remember to lean forward."

Chen Mo's words came again, but it was followed by the howling of several zombies.

Seeing the running zombies getting closer and closer, Bai Bing tried to hold his breath and saw that beads of sweat had covered his forehead.

Yan Hua, who was standing in the house, saw all this, and at the same time, his eyes were full of eagerness. He wanted to go out to help Bai Bing anxiously, but when he saw Chen Mo waving his hand at him, Yan Hua could only look at the tightness in his hand. White soldier holding a shotgun.

'crunch'

"It's now!"

'BOMM! ! '

The shotgun shot came again, but this time the white soldier's shotgun only hit a zombie in the chest in the white soldier's hand.

At the same time, with the sound of the gunshot, Bai Bing gritted his teeth and let out a muffled grunt. It was obvious that Bai Bing felt the recoil of the shotgun.

Looking at the zombies again, when they were hit by a shotgun at a medium or short distance, the chest of the zombie that was hit in the chest exploded instantly, like a watermelon dropped from 500 meters.

The two zombies around who were affected by the shotgun also roared and froze, then waved their paws again and roared towards the white soldier.

But at this time, Bai Bing felt extremely sore in his shoulders, and his arm affected by the recoil was also extremely painful.

At this moment, Chen Mo turned his head to look at Bai Bing, who was half-squatting and sweating on his forehead, grinning and panting heavily, and nodded slowly.

'Ugh! '

Seeing the zombies pounced again, Chen Mo narrowed his eyes, then spun his waist around vigorously, and kicked one of the zombies hard in the stomach.

'boom'

As a strong wind blew by, the zombie flew out upside down, but another zombie also pounced on Chen Mo.

Looking at Chen Mo again, the kicked leg did not retract, but stepped forward, and took out the wrist of the fruit knife pinned to the outside of the thigh, and stabbed the zombie's temple fiercely.

'pooh'

With the sound of piercing into the flesh, Chen Mo pulled out the blood-stained fruit knife, and the last running zombie also fell at Chen Mo's feet.

"not bad."

It is clearly a word of appreciation, but there is always a cold feeling when it comes out of Chen Mo's mouth. Bai Bing, who has recovered, stood up and squeezed his sore shoulders. Finally showed a smile.

"There are more than [-] rounds of shotgun ammunition in the box inside. Take it with you. In addition, it is best not to use it unless it is absolutely necessary."

Chen Mo, who spoke slowly to Bai Bing, immediately turned around and entered the room again.

"In the bedroom, there is a diesel generator."

As soon as he entered the room, Chen Mo said to Yan Hua who was a little dazed.

"Diesel, oh."

Yan Hua was obviously still stunned after hearing Chen Mo's words, but then.

"What? A generator?"

Looking at the nervous Yan Hua in front of him, Chen Mo nodded helplessly at Yan Hua who was staring wide-eyed.

"woc, with a diesel generator, that means"

"Look for anything else, and then go to the three-story house mentioned earlier."

Seeing Yan Hua who was in a hurry, Chen Mo sighed secretly, then turned his head and said to Bai Bing who was loading shotgun ammunition into his schoolbag.

"You go and drive the car over in a while."

Bai Bing, who heard Chen Mo talking to him, immediately said it was okay and then played with the shotgun in his hand fondly, while humming an unpleasant tune and walking slowly in the direction of the pickup truck.

After searching the ranch owner's house again, there was indeed nothing of value, and then Chen Mo and Yan Hua pushed the diesel generator to the door of the house.

'Om ~ woo woo ~'

As the roar of the engine reached the front and back of the house, the three of Chen Mo also worked together to lift the diesel generator, which was the size of three computer mainframes on the ground, onto the loading platform behind the pickup truck.

"Huh~ really heavy"

Yan Hua, who clapped his hands while complaining, turned around and walked into the house again, while Chen Mo went to the front of the car and sat in the co-pilot's seat, after which he found the hemp rope in his backpack.

"The wine that the ranch owner drinks is different from what we farmers drink. Look, what is this, little mule, good wine."

Hearing Yan Hua's joyful voice coming back to the house to get the wine, and then seeing Yan Hua holding bottle after bottle of wine with a spring breeze, he walked to the back of the pickup truck with a cursing face and put the wine on the seat.

Yan Hua then got into the car, still holding a bottle of wine and looking up and down. Then Chen Mo glanced at Bai Bing and motioned to Bai Bing to drive back and take away the fuel.

'Om~'

With the shaking in the pickup truck, the roar of the engine sounded immediately.

In the blink of an eye, a beige pickup truck stopped at the door of a warehouse house covered with hay and with two wooden doors wide open.

Looking at the ordinary zombies who had finally moved to the front of the wooden house, they started to move slowly towards the warehouse.

"Move things."

Yan Hua, who was a little excited, said to himself, and then Chen Mo and the other three opened the car door and walked towards the oil barrel not far away again.

"Brother Chen Mo and I are going to move, Bai Bing, just meet us on the loading platform behind the car."

After the words fell, Chen Mo and Yan Hua were already walking towards the place where the oil drums were placed in the warehouse.

(End of this chapter)