"Zz... Oh, this is Airon. Victor, what's the situation on your side?"
"Zz... Please repeat what I said."
Airon pretended to take a few steps, adjusted the radio antenna again, and pressed the intercom button once more.
This time, the speaker's voice finally became clear, and Victor's voice came through immediately.
After a few conversations, he put the radio aside.
"Listen up, our people managed to get in touch with us and they're coming in our direction. But the walkers are right behind them, so our time is very limited."
Looking at the still busy crowd running up and down in the base, Airon finally spoke up, "Kiano, tell them to bring only a little clothing and the most important things like weapons and the rest of their food."
In fact, many people had already finished their preparations and stood in the square, but there were still dozens of people who hadn't come out of the other residences.
Kiano understood the urgency of the matter, so he gave some instructions to the people around him, and a group of people split up and ran towards these people's houses. Within five minutes, he saw a large group of people running towards here with big bags and small backpacks.
After another five minutes, everyone finally gathered, but some brought too many things, as if they were moving, so Airon couldn't help but frown.
"The vehicles are limited, and everyone can only take one package. You have only two minutes to pack the most valuable things you have and be ready to leave in two minutes."
In an emergency, although some people complained about the limitations of what they could carry, the latter was obviously more important than their lives, but there were still some people who were unwilling to give up their own belongings.
Airon also saw it, but he didn't say anything, and the people in charge didn't say much. They would leave this task to the people in this community.
There were still a few days' worth of rations in the base, and Kiano had already distributed the remaining food when the residents were packing, so now every family had more or less food.
Two minutes flew by, and the team finally moved. The two trucks moved one behind the other while the Humvees moved in the middle of the convoy.
The gate of the base had been opened, and a group of people drove straight onto the road, heading towards the bridge. Several people with a lot of luggage still carried one or two large bags on their backs.
However, the two front cars were driving faster, and most of the residents walking behind had to run to keep up with them, but these people naturally fell behind due to their luggage.
A Caucasian man in his forties was panting heavily at this moment. His long-term malnutrition had significantly reduced his physical condition. His wife and two children anxiously watched the team moving away in front of him.
Not long after they left the community, there were some walkers not far behind them. Although they were not as fast as their team, they occasionally appeared on both sides.
Airon's trucks moved forward to clear the road filled with walkers and vehicles.
Airon did this intentionally. If it weren't for these disobedient ones, he would have continued advancing as originally planned, but this would serve as a lesson for them.
The number of walkers gathering behind the few people who were getting farther away from the convoy gradually increased. Two men began to realize the danger, gritted their teeth, and cruelly threw the luggage in their hands.
The few remaining men were still reluctant, but as the main force moved farther and farther away, they couldn't keep up with the luggage. They followed the example of the previous two, throwing their burdens, picking up their children, and quickly moved forward to catch up with the group.
However, in the large group, there were still two strong men with luggage on their shoulders, and this luggage was not discarded, as they were only a few hundred meters away from the bridge.
"Indeed, they will come to pick us up. Everyone work harder and run!"
"Run, keep running!"
The two large trucks stopped next to another equally large truck, in front of which there were numerous modified giant buses and four military Humvees.
In this way, the people who had fallen so far behind Airon's group ran a few hundred meters again with excited faces. A large number of armored vehicles and modified buses appeared in front of them, and they were secretly shocked and grateful for Kiano's decision.
"Hoo... Hoo... Hoo..."
A group of roughly dressed people stood near the armored vehicles, a strong sense of security enveloped them, and the faces of everyone were filled with joy and gratitude for having successfully escaped.
Airon was the first to get out of the car, greeted Victor and the others who approached, introduced Kiano to the others, and then hurriedly made arrangements for these people to get on the vehicles.
The doors of several buses opened, and the survivors were about to board the bus when they were stopped by soldiers standing on both sides of the doors. Airon climbed onto the truck's roof from the external ladder and looked at the large number of survivors present, causing a kind smile to appear on his face.
"Listen to my order, SCT soldiers, each team take a position and eliminate the walkers that pose a threat."
"As for the friends from Kiano's community, due to the large number of people, space in the trucks is limited, so nobody can carry more than one bag of luggage if they want to get on the trucks.
After speaking, Airon jumped out of the car and walked towards the side where there were more walking corpses.
However, the faces of the two strong men who still carried the luggage on their backs turned pale. They worked hard to carry the luggage, thinking that they could have a better life after reaching the new base with these supplies, but they didn't expect to be met with these comments.
The two men looked at each other and saw the anger on each other's faces. Kiano, this is something we have cherished with our lives. Why should we just throw it away?"
"The rest of the people didn't choose to bring all their things because they didn't have the chance to do so, but we won't throw away our belongings."
Not only these two people were angry, but even the people who were forced to throw away their luggage before standing up were also angry, and one person even called for an armored vehicle to accompany them to retrieve their luggage.
At this moment, Kiano's expression wasn't good. He was the leader of these people, but he rarely interfered with their private behavior. As long as it didn't harm the community, they basically relied on each individual's basic moral restraints.
In their community, they seemed to have been lucky. Over ninety percent of the members had a good conscience about what should and shouldn't be done, but the rest didn't think the same.
The few people who had brought extra luggage before were the thorns in Kiano's community. Previously, they had been peaceful among themselves, but now a conflict had erupted because of this incident.
However, the S.C.T. soldiers ignored them and had already greeted the survivors to board the vehicles in an orderly manner.
Seeing that Kiano didn't respond, the men felt that the other party was being repressive towards them, so they shouted even louder. The man who wanted to step back even called for them to walk towards the armored vehicle.
Victor looked at the few people with cold eyes, walked to the front of the armored vehicle, and stood in front of them. The soldiers behind him also raised their guns and aimed, ready to shoot at any moment.
That man wasn't afraid at all. There were hundreds of people on his side. Although the other side's numbers were quite large as well, in the face of so many people, he didn't believe for a moment that the other party would do anything to them, so he became bolder and reached out his hand to push Victor away.
"Oh God!"
"Look, your hand!"
"Eh?"
However, the next moment, that hand that was about to touch Victor's body fell to the ground cleanly, cut off so quickly that the man realized it late. He raised the blood-covered machete in his hand and aimed it at those people who were making a commotion.
"Ahhhhh!"
The few people who followed the man realized that the man had been attacked in such a way that his hand had been cut off, and their anger subsided a little, but some became even angrier.
However, in the last two seconds, an arrow with a beautiful feathered tail shot through the air and firmly embedded itself in the ground in front of several people. The great inertia made the arrow tremble for a moment.
The men were immediately scared as if they had been struck by a spell. They stood still and didn't dare to move, while Daryl slowly loaded another arrow, and behind him, a dozen people came out with loaded weapons ready to eliminate these rebels.
"Everyone can clearly hear the possibilities you have. If you want to join us, you must obey the order. Anything or anyone that threatens the internal stability of the base will be eliminated. Do you want to test our determination?"
"Let this serve as an example." Victor took out his silenced pistol from his waist and shot the man who was still shouting about his severed hand twice.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Everyone witnessed the cold-blooded murder of this man and fell silent. For a moment, they thought that Airon's group wasn't evil, but they soon realized that they wouldn't hesitate to kill.
Seeing that the scene was under control, Victor aimed at the other survivors, and they were restrained by some soldiers in the convoy.
Daryl then pointed ahead and stood by the side of the road.
"What is it?"
Several people looked at each other, not knowing what Daryl was referring to, but Nick on the side pointed and said, "Are those walkers?"