What was supposed to be a quick battle became prolonged due to a massive zombie tide brought on by the torrential rain.
Old Lü, Old Xie, Old Qin, Old Zhou, and others all ran up to the surrounding wall.
Outside the wall, the continuous roars of the zombies were relentless, and the thick stench of blood inside the prison only further incited their madness, incomparable to the usual zombies under the sunlight, with these zombies moving with frightening agility, stacking upon each other in a trampling frenzy.
At the back door of the prison, Dapao and several others also faced the raging zombies, howling in the downpour.
It took dropping three hand grenades in a row to finally collapse the nearly four-meter-tall tide of zombies.
But soon after, more zombies from behind ran up and continued to pile up, one after another, as the mound began to grow again.
This time, when Third Uncle and the others came out, each person was equipped with nearly five hundred rounds of ammunition, and they brought tens of thousands of bullets for the light machine guns.
Li Gang also ran to the back door to provide support; the pressure there was much less than at the front door.
Since most of the zombies came from the city center, the bulk of them approached from the direction in front of the main gate, so most of the zombies were concentrated there.
However, some zombies, due to pushing and shoving, would move in other directions, which led to zombies being present at the base of the prison walls all around.
Old Lü and Old Xie, alongside a dozen others, even ran around the prison walls—if a mound of zombies began to stack up anywhere along the wall, they had to quickly eliminate it.
The gunfire and the zombies’ roars merged into a single, constant noise.
Yang Tianlong and his group frantically moved the ammunition they brought in the cars today up to the top of the walls.
The more zombies they killed, the heavier the rain poured.
The previous mound of zombies over three meters tall now exceeded four meters.
Yang Tianlong quickly threw several hand grenades down.
The grenades directly toppled the mini-mountain of zombies.
"Use this." Li Tie placed two machine guns at the top of the wall, and from atop the building, he fired at the continuously surging zombies about a dozen meters away.
Old Lü even raised a rocket launcher, firing two shots toward the denser part of the distant zombie tide.
With the support of heavy firepower, the zombie tide momentarily stalled, and the mound of zombies no longer grew as high.
From the Big Camphor Tree Base, a total of forty-something people came, just shy of fifty, with Old Qin and others making up the majority.
Apart from Third Uncle, who took four or five people with him, everyone else had already taken their places on the walls to stave off the zombies.
The dozen or so firearms and bullets they obtained from prisoners killed earlier in the prison were now given to Old Qin and others.
After all, they only had a handgun each before, and there were only a few dozen bullets in each handgun.
Over thirty people resisted the zombies from the parapets.
The fight seemed to have only just begun, and they dared not waste bullets too freely, so each shot had to accurately take out a zombie.
Old Xie was panting heavily, dripping with sweat, soaking wet from both sweat and rain, as he and a few others somehow managed to carry five barrels of diesel up to the top of the wall.
"The diesel is here, it’s here. Huff, huff, huff," said Old Xie.
At this moment, the few people Third Uncle took with him also came up to the top of the wall from inside the prison buildings; they had just finished checking and dealt with some prisoners hiding in dark corners, but now, defending the wall was more pressing.
If they could resist the zombies outside the walls, then those prisoners who were hiding would have no escape in the end.
Besides, the number of remaining prisoners in the prison surely wouldn’t exceed ten, and it was likely that none of them had guns left.
Third Uncle saw Old Xie bringing the diesel up and then said to Old Qin, "Old Qin, bring over the containers you guys were asked to fetch earlier and pour in the diesel."
Old Qin, Old Zhou, and others quickly poured the diesel into the containers. Third Uncle picked up one and splashed it onto the zombie tide at the gate.
Old Qin and the others followed suit; as the yellow diesel splashed onto the zombies, they remained indifferent, with some even opening their mouths wide to let the diesel pour in.
Third Uncle lit a torch and then tossed it down from the wall.
A massive flame suddenly shot up more than two meters high, and immediately, any zombies splashed with diesel began to burn fiercely.
A wave of heat rolled over them, causing everyone on top of the wall to step back a few paces. Those who retreated slowly even had their eyebrows singed off.
The blaze was large, and despite the rain, the fire only intensified because of the soaked diesel.
The burning zombies gave off a disgusting and rotten smell.
Assaulting the nostrils!
Perhaps it was because the bodies of the zombies contained a lot of rotting substance, which is easily combustible and burns for a long time.
So for a moment, the base of the walls turned into a sea of fire.
And the burning zombies, unable to feel any pain in their frenzy, ignited even more zombies.
The slowly accumulating mound of zombies, in particular, received focused attention, burning ferociously and rapidly.
This stopped the zombies that wanted to climb up the mound in their tracks; as soon as they reached the top, they were swiftly engulfed by flames.
For a time, it seemed like the threat of the zombie tide had been largely eliminated.
Everyone watched, still, as the blaze continued to burn bright, illuminating everyone’s faces.
Third Uncle promptly said, "Old Lü, Old Xie, take a barrel of oil to the back door; Little Gang and them are also under great pressure there. Try this method and take it over to see if it works."