Rotting Land: Survive-Chapter 462 - 458: Black Shadow Behind the Signpost (6)

Chapter 462: Chapter 458: Black Shadow Behind the Signpost (6)

With the steering wheel steady, Wang Zhongyu didn’t say much and slammed his foot on the gas, causing the bus to surge forward instantly.

As soon as the bus moved, the "jumpers" busy crashing realized their prey was escaping and began to jump, leap, or run frantically.

Some clambered atop the bus scratching, others clung to the windows, banging, and some even ran wild at the rear, chasing intensely.

Seeing this, Xu Renjie’s gaze sharpened, and he likewise stomped heavily on the gas pedal, making the 3.8L V6 engine of the Jeep Wrangler roar ferociously.

The vehicle, like a bullet fired from a chamber, charged straight toward the "jumpers" pursuing on the ground.

"Bang!" With a dull thump, Tang Xiaoquan felt his entire body jolt sharply, followed by a bounce on his seat, then calm returned.

The Jeep’s five-link solid axle suspension had undeniably played its rightful role.

Having dealt with one "jumper," Xu Renjie instantly locked onto another.

Truly echoing the old saying: the mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.

Unfortunately, the cicada the mantis now hunted was far too swift, rendering the mantis incapable of catch-up.

Instead, the oriole leisurely and recklessly harvested behind, gobbling up one depressed creature after another.

Yet for the "jumpers" sprinting, it’s easy to resolve, while those gripping at windows and crawling atop the bus are tougher to deal with.

Especially the bus in the convoy’s center, due to its considerable length and width, coupled with numerous survivors inside, it naturally became the creatures’ prime target.

For ordinary folks, never mind anything else, merely hanging outside the bus, contending with wind tearing at their faces would be immensely exhausting, not to mention enduring constant attacks on the bus by "jumpers."

To Lin Junfu, the "jumpers" now seemed less like "zombies" and more akin to reptiles, as their actions were indeed no different from those of four-legged animals.

Having long been unable to feast on luscious flesh and blood, the "jumpers" evidently grew tired of this endless hide-and-seek, resorting to more direct and violent means, elbowing at the windows.

Undoubtedly, relying solely on human strength to shatter thickened tempered glass seemed improbable, but in previous "shell attacks," the creatures had already immensely damaged the iron bars on the window frames.

Most of the bars had bent to various degrees during the strike, with some even snugly pressed against the window.

These bars, adhered to the glass surface, when leveraged correctly, might smash the windows to smithereens.

The survivors continued wrestling with the creatures by previous methods, but only part of the bus windows could open, and those creatures at the vehicle’s midsection weren’t swayed at all by the occupants inside; they merely hammered persistently at the nearly shattered glass.

This was undeniably a bad signal for the survivors—should these creatures invade the vehicle, the outcome would be dire indeed.

Flexible and agile, capable of climbing and leaping, their burst strength extremely tough, Lin Junfu couldn’t imagine how his team might face the potential ensuing situation.

He was certain that without prepared measures, facing the "jumpers" head-on, casualties would be unavoidable.

What to do? How exactly to shake off these damned creatures now?

"Crack!"

"Oh crap!"

Life is always thus; the more you worry about and fear something, fate thrusts it upon you.

Hearing Wang Qiang’s exclamation and the jarring, piercing sound, Lin Junfu’s heart leapt into his throat.

It’s over! This was his first thought but soon he issued orders: "Xiao Wen, quick, prepare the riot shields, everyone else hurry grab shields, block the rear!"

Lin Junfu handled it promptly, this being his only conceivable response right now.

But just as his words fell, from the front of the bus, Wang Zhongyu suddenly shouted loudly, "Hold tight everyone, I’ll deal with the creatures outside!"

No one knew what Wang Zhongyu intended, but the survivors almost instinctively reached for the nearest seat bars.

Because from these days’ understanding, they knew Wang Zhongyu apart from being a skilled driver, somewhat goofy, had a most notable trait—his sheer excitability, or, in simple terms, madness.

Indeed, men who chase speed are always a bit mad, especially while driving—their fiery spirits remain perpetually boiling.

Upon seeing companions’ plight at the bus’s rear, he had been contemplating rescue strategies all along.

Finally, he did come up with a solution, but truthfully, this method was somewhat...

Raising his eyes to glance at the side mirrors, Wang Zhongyu curved a slight smile.

Those familiar with him knew when Wang Zhongyu displayed this expression, it signaled the arrival of something "heart-stopping."

Wang Qiang felt his body sway left, and before he could respond, abrasive scraping sounds emanated from outside.

"Oh my gosh! Wang Zhongyu, what the heck are you doing!"

As his words trailed off, Wang Qiang instinctively glanced towards the sound, and the sight left him slack-jawed.

In his view, the creature clinging to the left window frame was trapped against the roadside guardrail, the rapidly moving vehicle preventing escape, incessantly ramming and grinding against the rail.

Within seconds, Wang Qiang saw the previously mirror-like guardrail quickly smeared with black from the creature’s spinal blood.

"That’s just friggin’..." Wang Qiang’s remark halted abruptly as a sudden force made him refocus on maintaining his balance.

Wang Zhongyu was now extremely exhilarated, his eyes calculating vehicle distance to roadside guardrails like radar, his steering seamless with the vehicle—both swift and steady.

He continuously turned the wheel, with each turn causing creatures on the vehicle’s sides to collide into guardrails inevitably.

With each hit, Wang Zhongyu expertly kept the car at a pinpoint distance.

Thus, achieving the goal of vanquishing the enemy without damaging the vehicle.

Such astonishing technique, seemingly simple, belied countless sweat and blood Wang Zhongyu had poured into it.

Thanks to Wang Zhongyu’s incredible driving skills, the "jumpers" clinging to the window sides were either rubbed to death or fell from impact.

All in all, Wang Zhongyu had accomplished his set objective.

Now, the survivors had but one enemy left to tackle: the few creatures atop the bus. (To be continued. If you enjoy the story, feel welcome to cast recommendation or monthly votes on Qidian (qidian.com), your support gives me the greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)