As Chen Mo violently kicked open the door, the zombies who reacted were about to roar and pounce on Chen Mo who was holding a shotgun.

At this moment, a trace of cunning flashed in the eyes of Chen Mo, who was full of gauze and could not see expression, and then slowly pulled down the trigger of the shotgun.

‘BOMM！ ’

As the trigger was pulled, a loud bang rang out, a puff of white smoke came out of the muzzle of the shotgun, and then looked at the two zombies, their heads were already like broken watermelons, mutilated and tattered.

On the other hand, at the end of Chen, the originally white gauze was splashed with a little blood at this time.

'Whew! ’

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

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

Seeing Chen Mo nodding, the white soldier took a deep breath, and then walked up to Chen Mo with a somewhat excited expression and took the shotgun in Chen Mo's hand.

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

'Bang! ’

The white soldier, who was still trembling a little with a shotgun in his hand, just lifted the body of the gun, and saw Chen Mo raise his leg to the side and kick it, followed by a muffled sound.

Bai Bing fixed his eyes and saw that a pounced zombie had been kicked out by Chen Mo.

"Don't be in a daze! Aim! ”

Hearing Chen Mo's somewhat dissatisfied voice, Bai Bing hurriedly aimed his eyes at the aiming line on the gun.

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

Chen Mo's words came again, but then there were the howls of several zombies.

Looking at the zombies that were rushing closer and closer, Bai Bing tried to stabilize his breathing and saw that beads of sweat had crawled all over his forehead.

Yan Hua, who was standing in the room, saw all this, and at the same time, his eyes were also full of eagerness, and he was a little anxious to go out to help Bai Bing, but seeing Chen Mo waving his hand at him, Yan Hua could only look at the white soldier holding the shotgun in his hand.

'Crunch'

"It's now!"

‘BOMM！！ ’

The shotgun rang out again, but this time the White Soldier's shotgun only hit a zombie in the chest.

At the same time, as the sound of gunfire pierced through, the white soldier's clenched teeth also let out a muffled snort, obviously the white soldier felt some of the heavy recoil of the shotgun.

Looking at the zombies again, they were hit by a shotgun at medium and close range, and the zombie who was hit in the chest instantly exploded in the chest, like a watermelon falling from 500 meters.

The two zombies around them who were affected by the shotguns also roared and froze, and then waved their claws again and roared towards the white soldiers.

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

At this moment, Chen Mo turned his head to look at the white soldier who was half-squatting on his forehead, sweating profusely, grinning his teeth, and panting heavily, and nodded slowly.

'Ugh! ’

Looking at the zombies that pounced again, Chen Mo's eyes narrowed, and after his waist rotated hard, he kicked the stomach of one of the zombies.

'Bang'

As a strong wind blew, I saw that 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, took out the fruit knife pinned to the outside of the thigh, and stabbed the zombie's temple with his wrist.

'Puff'

With the sound of entering the flesh, Chen Mo pulled out the bloodstained fruit knife, and the last running zombie also fell at Chen Mo's feet.

"Very good."

It was obviously a word of appreciation, but there was always a cold feeling coming out of Chen Mo's mouth, and the white soldier, who had already relieved himself, stood up and pinched his somewhat sore shoulder, and the white soldier showed a smile at Chen Mo who was full of gauze.

"There are more than two dozen shotgun ammunition in the box inside, bring them, and besides, it's best not to use them unless you have to."

Chen Mo, who was slowly speaking to the white soldiers, immediately turned around and entered the room again.

"In the bedroom, there's a diesel generator."

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

"Diesel, oh..."

Yan Hua, who heard Chen Mo's words, was obviously still stunned, but then.

"What? Dynamo? ”

Looking at Yan Hua, who was a little nervous in front of him, Chen Mo sighed a little helplessly, and nodded at Yan Hua, who was glaring at the boss.

"WOC, with a diesel generator, that means..."

"Let's find out if there's anything else, and then go to the three-story house I mentioned earlier."

Looking at Yan Hua, who was a little in a hurry, Chen Mo sighed secretly, and then turned his head to say to the white soldier who was loading shotgun ammunition into his schoolbag.

"You're going to get the car over in a minute."

Bai Bing, who heard Chen Mo talking to him, immediately said that there was no problem, and while playing with the shotgun in his hand, he hummed an ugly tune and walked towards the direction of the pickup truck.

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

'Buzz~Woo~'

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

"Whew~ It's really sinking..."

Yan Hua, who clapped his hands while complaining, turned around and walked towards the house again, while Chen Mo walked to the front of the car and sat in the co-pilot's seat and rummaged through the hemp rope in his backpack.

"The wine that the owner of this ranch drinks is different from what our farmer drinks, you see, what is this, little mule, good wine..."

Listening to Yan Hua, who returned to the house to get wine, some pleasant voices came out, and then I saw Yan Hua, who was holding bottles of wine one after another, walking to the back of the pickup truck with a spring breeze and scolding and putting the wine on the seat.

Then Yan Hua, who got into the car, still held one of the bottles of wine and kept looking up and down, and then Chen Mo glanced at Bai Bing and motioned for Bai Bing to drive back to take away the fuel.

'Buzz~'

As the inside of the pickup truck shuddered, the roar of the engine rang out.

In the blink of an eye, a beige pickup truck pulled up in front of a warehouse house covered with hay and two wooden doors open.

Looking at the ordinary zombies who had just moved to the front of the wooden house, they began to move in the direction of the warehouse with a slow pace.

"Move things."

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

"Brother Chen Mo and I will move, Bai Bing, you can just pick us up on the cargo platform behind the car."

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