Chapter 7, The True Battle

The zombies that were kept at a distance were no longer a match for Leng Yang. This time, taking advantage of his running skills, Leng Yang successfully dealt with the zombie that had given him a vivid lesson.

He ran briskly, his military boots kicking up a considerable amount of dust and fallen leaves. With a "thud," the iron fork pierced the abdomen of the zombie, but Leng Yang did not stop; he exerted all his strength to push the zombie forward and charge out.

Leng Yang learned the combat techniques of the Dadao Team from the television. He held the axe at his waist, slightly raised, and as he charged towards the zombie, he suddenly lifted it upward, just in time to deflect one of the zombie's claws. Then, taking advantage of the momentum, he brought it down forcefully. To exert more strength, Leng Yang gripped the axe handle with both hands, one in front and the other behind.

"One must find a way; if this continues, encountering even a few more zombies will surely lead to death." Leng Yang, gripping the axe, thought to himself while watching the zombie slowly pull the iron fork out of its abdomen.

Ah! Cold Yang could not care whether his shout would attract other zombies; he had to motivate himself. After letting out a low growl, Cold Yang charged towards the zombie on the right, wielding the iron fork.

As the zombie turned around, Leng Yang weighed the fire axe in his hand; this tool was far more effective than the iron fork he had used previously. He suddenly charged forward.

At this moment, Leng Yang's chest pain had eased somewhat; after all, it was merely a bruise, and as long as there was no bone injury, it was manageable. He looked somewhat dejectedly at the two zombies approaching closely, realizing that taking them down one by one seemed to be of little use.

Following the corridor, Leng Yang arrived at the building's exit. He immediately noticed a few zombies moving around in the parking lot at the entrance. Fortunately, the hospital parking lot was not large, and the exit was narrow.

Leng Yang contemplated for a moment and realized that he could only exit through the main entrance. He returned to the hall and carefully observed the movement range of the zombies. One zombie was not far from the door, circling around in the open space outside; another was on the left side with a book, while a third was moving around several cars on the right. Ultimately, the two zombies were at the entrance of the parking lot, near the inspection booth.

Leng Yang counted and saw a total of five zombies in sight, one of which was wearing an armband. He withdrew his head, feeling curious. Where had all the doctors and nurses from the hospital gone? He looked around through the window and indeed found another exit downstairs, but it was clear that this exit faced the direction of Leng Yang's home

Leng Yang hurried back to the hall, picked up the iron fork staff he had never been able to part with, thought for a moment, and held the iron fork staff with both hands, one in front and one behind, just like the long spear held by ancient infantry. Then, he positioned the axe horizontally to form a cross with the fork staff, gripping it with one hand, thus creating a large cross that allowed him to hold both weapons.

The balance of the zombies was quite good, and they were not knocked down. However, the axe in Leng Yang's hand struck the thigh of a zombie, splattering rotten flesh that also landed on Leng Yang's pants

He was gasping heavily, realizing that his makeshift creation was inadequate. The aluminum sheet was too irregular, just a flat piece with rough edges, while the human chest actually has curvature. Therefore, such high-speed collisions are quite uncomfortable

This unexpected victory left Leng Yang stunned; he had thought that his mediocre skills would be sufficient to injure a zombie, yet he never anticipated that he would succeed in this way

The zombie nearby, circling around the vehicle, heard the noise and is now approaching Leng Yang, while the guard zombie in the distant parking lot has also begun to move slowly in this direction

Leng Yang took a few steps forward, seizing the opportunity while the zombie moved slowly, and slightly cleaned the helmet before putting it on his head. Lowering the visor, Leng Yang smiled at the zombie that approached him, then bowed his head and forcefully rammed the helmet into the zombie's chest.

Eliminating these two will allow for some rest; there must be water and *illustrated* books in the car, along with some biscuits. "" While suppressing his anger, Leng Yang encouraged himself.

Leng Yang set down his backpack and organized his gear. He decided to take advantage of the slow movement of the zombies and eliminate them one by one. Novels often say, no matter how many paths you take, I will only follow one.

With a "thud," this zombie was unexpectedly decapitated by a single axe strike from Leng Yang. By the time Leng Yang ran past the zombie, it had already lost control and collapsed to the ground

Regardless of the few scratches the other zombie beside him had just inflicted, Leng Yang forcefully thrust the zombie on the pitchfork against a car, stirred it vigorously a few times, released the pitchfork, picked up the axe he had been holding horizontally, and turned around to face the approaching zombie behind him

Leng Yang understood that the primary objective of this operation was speed, leaving no room to conceal any sounds. He strode forward with great urgency, while at the same time, the zombies, whether sensing or hearing him, turned around and lunged towards him.

Looking at the fallen zombies scattered throughout the parking lot, despite the leaves strewn everywhere and the pervasive smell of decay, the thick layer of dust on the cars, and the desolate buildings looming behind, all of which vividly depict a bleak apocalyptic scene, Cold Sun, however, felt quite pleased. After today's battle, he was no longer afraid of zombies.

This time, Leng Yang did not take a running start; his old trick was ineffective. The axe severed the zombie's carotid artery, possibly also part of its spine, but it did not break completely. The zombie's claws scratched wildly at Leng Yang. Using the force of the axe, Leng Yang kicked the zombie in the groin, finally managing to push it away.

As Leng Yang exerted himself, he stole glances at the axe beneath his feet, then at the zombie that had begun to grip the iron fork with both hands and exert itself. "Haha, fool," Leng Yang's face blossomed with a smile. Suddenly, he let go of the iron fork, and the zombie fell to the ground just as he had imagined.

Leng Yang quickly picked up the axe from the ground, took a few steps forward, and charged in front of the zombie. He swung the axe down onto the head of the zombie that was trying to rise, striking the skull. The axe embedded deeply into the zombie's head. White brain matter splattered out, and the zombie fell backward, never to rise again.

Not good. Cold Yang silently exclaimed, disregarding the pain in his body and his inability to lift his hand. He rushed forward, aiming to chop off the zombie's hand with an axe, as the zombie surprisingly did not drop the iron fork it was holding, but instead held it upside down, pointing it directly at Cold Yang.

The zombie fell as Leng Yang wished, and the severed head rolled away for quite a distance. However, Leng Yang also fell, no, he half-kneeled; just moments ago, he was unable to evade the other arm of the zombie that stretched out directly, effectively colliding with it head-on.

Ling Yang looked around, hoping to find something. His luck had always been good, and this time was no exception; not far away, there was a gray motorcycle helmet lying on the ground. It was exactly where he had run after killing the second zombie, allowing him to see it.

Leng Yang threw away the axe in his hand and grabbed the pitchfork with both hands to struggle against the zombie. At first, the zombie did not notice as Leng Yang was suddenly pulled away a considerable distance. Later, the creature also began to exert its strength. It was then that Leng Yang realized that the zombie's strength was indeed greater than that of a human. He exerted all his might, but it was like a tug-of-war; he was still being dragged forward step by step by the zombie.

The fire safety setup in the hospital is much better than that of Leng Yang's building. In a fire safety cabinet, Leng Yang found a genuine long-handled fire axe. This is a true long-handled axe, measuring approximately one meter in length, painted red. Although it hasn't been used for a long time, the axe is inherently a blunt instrument. At the very least, Leng Yang has tested it; with one swing, it can cleave a large gash in a writing desk.

The zombie and the illustrated book were casually struck by the iron fork. Before Leng Yang could rush closer, he had no choice but to block the iron fork with his arm. The iron fork was deflected, but Leng Yang also halted his momentum.

Leng Yang did not understand the reason for what had just happened; decapitating the zombie had been surprisingly easy. Nevertheless, a good method is worth continuing to use. Leng Yang took a few steps back and accelerated towards the zombie, employing the same tactic as before. He brushed aside the zombie's claws and, with both hands exerting force, pulled in a swift motion.

Reflecting on his computer and the few novels he had yet to finish, Leng Yang felt a surge of anger within him. Even his modest aspirations had been shattered. Damn zombies, no one should expect to have it easy.

Leng Yang leaned against his axe, which was planted in the ground, resting his entire body on it. Opposite him, two zombies showed no signs of fatigue, slowly approaching him without haste. The zombie on his left was already quite close.

Just now, Leng Yang used brute force to push the zombie away, creating a gap between the zombies. This distance was just enough for him to accelerate. With a swift motion of his axe, he also dealt with the fourth zombie.

After running back and forth, Leng Yang felt somewhat fatigued. He was neither an undead creature that would never tire nor a mighty warrior capable of withstanding immense force; he was merely a homebody who had been exercising for just one month.

He has always wanted such a helmet, because Leng Yang feels that his head protection is the worst. That large coat hat simply does not provide him with a sense of security. Eskimos block the cold wind, not the claws of zombies; their hats certainly do not have this function.

There are no zombies in the building, only some gray-black bloodstains that testify to the chaos that has occurred here. Leng Yang took a quick look around and only took some gauze and cotton. He must ensure that he does not exceed his carrying capacity. The hospital has many good items, but they are of no use to him as a solitary individual at this moment.

Cold Yang gritted his teeth and gasped for air. Although it was very painful, the recent victory had given him confidence. He turned around to look at the approaching zombies, which were coming at him in a staggered manner. He needed to deal with this one quickly, as the zombies at the parking lot entrance had already begun to move.

In the next moment, Leng Yang felt pain; his left chest hurt intensely. He thought he had been scratched and quickly looked down. It turned out that when he collided head-on with the zombie, the other claw of the zombie struck his left chest. Leng Yang's entire chest was protected by his homemade aluminum armor, and he had not been scratched, but the impact combined with the irregularity of the aluminum caused him significant pain.

As he watched the zombie slowly approach, Leng Yang tightened his grip on the axe and said, "Damn, is it a man or a woman? Doesn't this hurt at all?" Looking at the tattered suit on the zombie, Leng Yang had to admit that there were some advantages to zombies; at least the male zombie had one less vital point, and it was the most painful one.

This building is an annex of a hospital, and it is not very tall, only about five stories. It has a history of approximately thirty-four years in the area where Leng Yang and others are located. Due to local constraints, despite undergoing modernization renovations repeatedly, the main structure has remained unchanged.

The parking lot is not large, with a distance of about ten meters between several zombies. Leng Yang feels quite frustrated; he has no ranged weapons at all. After all, this is China, where ordinary people can hardly find firearms or similar deadly weapons, let alone know how to use them

Leng Yang checked his clothes; the zombie's claws were indeed formidable, leaving several gaps in his coat that exposed the white cotton inside. However, it was fortunate that Leng Yang had confidence in the layers of protection he had on.

Ling Yang walked quietly through the building, unsure whether it was the office building of a hospital or somewhere else. In any case, it resembled a series of offices. The hallway was in disarray, with toppled cabinets, discarded shoes left behind by people in a hurry, and papers scattered throughout the offices, now dust-covered, telling tales of the chaos that once reigned.