"Okay, my little friends, we can do this! Let's go!"
After the war cry from the little mutated friends, Yang Zhang, who already made three lines on his cheeks with mud from the river and called it military disguise, charged towards the five zombies near the gate.
"Take this!" Yang Zhang aimed his gauntlet gun at the zombie about twenty feet apart from him and pulled the trigger twice.
BANG! BANG!
Yang Zhang easily killed the zombie with two bullets, a clean shot on her neck and skull, and the zombie dropped dead instantly.
"Grrr…" the other four zombies heard the gunshots and looked at Yang Zhang. They charged straight at him together, and Yang Zhang aimed his gun at them one by one.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
The sound of gunshots from the gauntlet gun rang loudly on the village's west side, and Yang Zhang had killed four zombies with few shots. He surprisingly had a good aim, but not perfect, because he missed a few times.
