"Miles!"
The woman's shrill scream suddenly echoed on the road, echoing in the air, causing all the birds and beasts in the surrounding forests to flee in fright.
Brian and the others hid off to the side and witnessed the whole process. Everyone was shocked. They felt sorry for the young black man and they also felt incredible about the weakness of the hunters disguised as soldiers.
The noise in the center intensified. Although the young African-American was an unexpected variable, it was clear that those who were there had arrived prepared. However, one thing was puzzling: despite the time that had elapsed, no one used the rifles they had with them to open fire. On the contrary, they were killed by the precise shots of the young man, who was only carrying a pistol. This turn of events was undoubtedly surprising.
He couldn't understand how a group of people like that could kill so many people at the intersection.
Before they could continue to think about it, the scene below changed again. After seeing her partner fall to the ground, the survivor angrily raised her pistol and began shooting wildly at Ogden.
"Hey, hey!"
Ogden, on the other hand, let out a strange laugh and ducked directly after taking him down with the sneak attack, with no intention of defending himself.
At that moment, everyone around him also reacted, no matter how poor their psychological quality was, after all, there were lives in their hands, and they still had rifles in their hands. They were immediately annoyed by his cowardice. He pointed the muzzle of the gun at the inspection door.
When the rescued man saw this, he quickly pushed the woman behind the car and hid. The bullets hit the truck and suddenly countless sparks came out.
At this moment, a bald man with an ugly face rushed out of the nearby forest, holding a chicken covered in blood. Seeing this, he roared in anger and said, "Asshole, stop shooting!"
The roar of this voice made the shooters tremble. They stopped firing quickly and almost dropped the rifle into their hands.
The bald man threw the chicken in his hand to the ground, walked to the outer edge, pulled a thin young man out of the back of the truck, dragged him to the ground, and cursed, "Damn! You!", why the hell are you shooting blindly at the sky? If the troops inside notice, we will all be discovered!"
After saying that, he didn't give the other party time to refute and beg for mercy, and he kicked the thin young man hard in the head.
This kick was obviously with all his force. The thin young man screamed, and suddenly blood gushed from his forehead. His body fell backwards and his head hit the snow hard, the young man died instantly, and then blood continued to flow from the back of their heads, soaking the large white snow around them.
Seeing the sudden appearance of this bald man and his brutality, Brian frowned slightly. He didn't expect these people to attack even their own with such indifference.
At that moment he began to analyze the situation in the place, on one side was a group of four motorcyclists, one member was captured and the other member was shot. His life and death were visually unknown. They had lost the ability to fight. The remaining two were hiding in a military vehicle at the checkpoint, lost their backpacks and should each have a gun in their hand, however, after the woman's crazy shot. He felt that these people should have run out of ammunition.
As for the hunters on the other side, he had carefully counted them just now, including the bald man who suddenly appeared, there were ten people in total.
Two of them were shot down by the young African-American and now lay on the ground, howling in pain, unable to fight. Despite this, they had to remain alert. One of the men had been beaten with such force that he was knocked unconscious, motionless on the ground, with no sign of waking up soon. Another, who had been brutally kicked by the bald man, appeared to have been seriously injured. The blood that flowed in abundance indicated that his chances of survival were minimal.
The current situation is that the two survivors, who have run out of ammunition and food, are isolated and helpless, facing six people with ferocious firepower but weak combat power. However, the bald man who looks like the leader at first glance should be a character that is not easy to deal with.
Thinking about it, Brian set his sights on Ogden. Judging by the situation at the moment, this guy is very patient and likes to play cold shots.
He made a quick mental comparison of the situation. In front of him, the balance of forces was clear: the hunters' side had nine, while the survivors' side had only one. If no outside force intervened, the chance that the survivors would be defeated was almost certain.
"Let's help them..."
When Brian was thinking about this, Wilfred, who was in front of him, suddenly spoke. Brian couldn't help but be surprised. I didn't understand why the other party mentioned those things. He thought it would be best to protect himself cautiously, taking the wisest solution to the situation.
But Wilfred, on the other hand, didn't see it the same way. After observing how weak the hunters looked... No, probably the few hunters left here, their thoughts began to change gradually. The difference in strength was considerable, and although there didn't seem to be many options, something inside him was telling him that they could still face them. Although the bald man didn't seem to be someone easy to challenge, he wasn't intimidating enough to leave him without action.
Most importantly for Wilfred, he was concerned about the possible intervention of the internal troops. He needed to make sure he left a safe escape route, and the trucks and supplies in front of him represented his best bet to achieve this. If things got complicated, those resources would be essential to get out of the situation without getting trapped.
"Good!"
"That's right!"
Just as Wilfred said these words, Anna and Sylvia spoke at the same time, with excitement on their faces, and seemed to agree with this decision. Even Sarah and Allan were also somewhat ready to move.
"Okay, why do these guys suddenly have such a strong sense of justice?" Seeing this, Brian couldn't help but roll his eyes, and was already a little unable to complain. Although he did not agree with such a risk. In his heart, he saw everyone's excitement. His expression showed no objection.
He thought for a moment, unzipped the backpack behind him, took out a grenade, held it in the palm of his hand, handed it to Wilfred, and said, "Take this, you should be able to throw it at a proper time."
"Granada? Where did you get it?"
When Wilfred looked at the grenade that Brian handed him, he was immediately surprised and asked curiously.
But the moment Sylvia saw the grenade, she immediately remembered that in Waskom Town, when the bastard who attacked had few grenades, he fainted later and didn't know what was going on.
And after she woke up, everyone thought that she had killed the scumbag, but she knew that wasn't the case. Now it looked like Brian should have killed him. She asked with some uncertainty, "That day... Did you figure it out?"
Brian naturally understood what the other party was asking, but now that it was that moment and there was nothing to hide, he could talk about Wilfred's question together, so he spoke briefly about what happened at that moment.
"You mean... Sarah killed him..."
Sylvia looked at Brian and then pointed at Sarah, her expression was as surprised as she could be. To be honest, if it were Brian, he wouldn't be so surprised, but he didn't expect what he saw in front of her. A girl of twelve or thirteen, delicate and fragile, was actually the one who had the courage to kill someone with a shotgun.
Seeing that the issue seemed to have gone off the rails, Wilfred frowned, looked at the situation again next, and said quietly, "Okay, now that we've decided to act, let's not waste any more time here, Brian. Are you coming?"
Although Brian usually looks like a young adult and has experience dealing with infected people, after all the other person is just a child, so he still has to ask.
"Sarah and I will go, but we don't have melee combat capabilities, so we can only shoot for cover."
Now that he's decided to help the survivors, of course Brian will go. It is also an opportunity to gain hands-on experience. However, he is still self-aware and will not peel melee. He only said he would use firearms as cover.
Seeing Brian say this, Wilfred nodded without any objection and said to Anna and Sylvia who were next to him, "Listen to me when you act later. Do not act without permission."
After speaking, they prepared to perform. As for Allan as the youngest, they didn't let him act at all, but asked him to stay where he was and monitor every move next.
Although Allan himself expressed his displeasure with this, he understood that he could not hold the gun firmly and it would be nothing more than a burden, so he had no choice but to accept this arrangement.
Several people then backed up for a while and returned to the road from a slope. At that time, all the attention of the hunters was on the survivors. There was no one guarding the ramp, which also caused problems for his movement.
Within minutes, they successfully arrived at the predetermined spot and hid behind a beat-up car on the ramp.
Everyone raised their heads slightly, leaning out to observe the situation. They saw that the hunters in front of them had changed their position. One of them was hiding behind trucks on both sides of the road, while two others were silently advancing, apparently preparing a sneak attack. Ogden was not visible at the time, but it was likely that he was preparing a stealth assault on survivors in the area.
The bald man stepped on the captured survivor, speaking loudly, as if to get the attention of the people hiding behind the ramp.
Brian and the others hiding behind them saw all of this clearly and also understood that these people were ready to act.