"Did the rescue team lead the horde of zombies over here?"
Near the military factory, Wu Heng had cleaned up all the zombies; it was impossible for a horde to suddenly locate them.
More likely, it was the rescue team that had brought them over.
And judging by their looks, they didn't do it on purpose to harm him.
Now wasn't the time to think about these things; he needed to get through this battle first.
Wu Heng released two ghosts again.
At the same time, he pressed the walkie-talkie and said, "Organize the team, change the ammunition belt for the Skeleton Flying Dragon, everyone, get moving, don't cluster together."
The walkie-talkie broadcasted his orders, and the panic-stricken survivors were suddenly stricken with tension.
The leader was back.
As long as the leader was back, these zombies were no problem at all.
More hordes of zombies had been cleared out as well.
"Received, immediately arranging for the transport of solid iron bullets."
"Hurry up."
