Each of the three has a sword in one hand, submachine gun slung on their back and a pistol strapped to their waist. According to what the old shaman managed to convey to Huo Zaiyuan before the connection cut off, the villagers are in the ancestral shrine, surrounded by a horde of zombies. That meant the number of undead the three will have to face is large, and the siege will be hard to break if they brought only pistols.
It has been about a month since the start of the apocalypse, and the zombies have already stopped fearing direct sunlight. Even in broad daylight, they roam uncaring, unlike when most typically shied away or hide under shades during the first ten or so days. In addition, after weathering more than twenty days of rain and wind, enduring the scorching sun and cold nights, the bodies of these zombies are now giving off a strong scent of rotting meat that makes one feel like gagging.
Upon leaving the house, the undead currently in the town immediately catches the scent of living humans. Arms outstretched and mouths wide open, they advance.
With a sweep of his leg, Long Zhanye kicks a zombie clad in dark overalls away, sword swinging down to chop off the head of another sporting a broken arm. Both hands clutching the hilt of his sword, Qin Jun lashes out at an undead with a bite wound on its shoulder and body covered in dried blood. While Huo Zaiyuan is admittedly proficient in the use of his talismans, his bladework is not too shabby either. Striking out with his own sword, he pierces through the mouth of an advancing zombie which had a fruit knife stuck in its chest. Pulling the blade out, he spins around just in time to cut down an undead trying to sneak up on them.
From the entrance of the town all the way to the fringe village, zombie bodies litter the ground, courtesy of the three men. At long last, they arrive before the small village. From this distance, one can clearly see a swarm of zombies surrounding a shabby house with a black tiled roof.
"No wonder there were only a handful of zombies loitering around the rest of this town. Most of them are gathered here." Long Zhanye squints at the horde consisting of at least three to four hundred undead.
This really reminds him of the sea of zombies at Z City's military district's ground floor
"Let me set up a barrier array here to give us a safe zone before we attract them all over." Eight talismans in hand, Huo Zaiyuan begins to set up a Five Element Eight Trigrams Array.
"How will we attract them over?"Qin Jun keeps his gaze locked on the horde. Are they going to move closer until they catch the zombies' attention?
"Their sense of smell and hearing has become sharper now. As long as there is a large noise they will certainly be urged by instincts to rush over, delivering themselves into our arms." Noticing that the array is completed, Long Zhanye smirks, taking out a copper washbasin from who-knows-where and proceeds to gleefully slam his palm against it.
"" (QJ & HZY)
Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of loud clangs ring out and the horde of zombies sieging the ancestral shrine in the distant freezes as one. Then the strange tableau breaks as they switch targets, dashing across the village as quickly as their rotting bodies allow. With three fresh, living humans standing wide in the open, the undead's jaws widen like starving beasts, snarls ripping out of their throats as they pounce forward.
"Eldest brother Long, look, the zombies are running over. How about opening your arms to welcome them?" Qin Jun mocks drily.
"Un, that's a given!"
A hand reaching into his camouflage jacket, he draws out the submachine gun. Waiting until the first wave reaches within five meters of Huo Zaiyuan's barrier, Long Zhanye pulls the trigger, spraying into their midst. One after another, handfuls of undead fall under the gunfire. As he often uses submachine guns, it is not strange that with his supernatural accuracy, almost every bullet pierces a head. Nonetheless, for Qin Jun and Huo Zaiyuan who has never seen such spectacular display of marksmanship, they can't help exclaiming in astonishment.
Only when Long Zhanye pauses to reload his firearm do the other two unsling their submachine guns and commence shooting into the mass.