Five Titans on the highway, like armored vehicles, charged through the horde of zombies, blocking almost half of their fierce offensive. The remaining zombies were dispersed into smaller groups and streamed toward the toll station below.
Although the replicated machine guns from the machinery factory were not on par with the military's standard weapons, they had proven their reliability in battle after battle.
Moreover, they had brought sufficient ammunition with them, so this makeshift defensive line was nearly immovable.
Layers of corpses quickly covered the asphalt road.
Blood flowed like a stream.
After an indeterminate amount of time, the zombies in front suddenly became much fewer, and finally, under a hail of bullets, dozens of bodies were left behind, and the remaining horde of zombies started to scatter and flee.
Everyone was slightly surprised but quickly accepted the reality.
The zombies of today were no longer the same as before.
Running away was quite normal.
