"Fighting zombies, huh? Seems like it's going to be quite thrilling..."
Seeing the Yuanwu Bartling being taken out, Meng Shaotao was immediately excited, his face flushing with eagerness, a big grin on his face as he leaped onto the gunner's seat.
Five boxes were opened, and the companions each helped themselves. In just a moment, each person had grabbed thirty to forty Yuanwu Grenades, pockets stuffed full and seven or eight more hanging from their belts, fully armed.
Chen Tang waved his hand to store the five empty titanium alloy boxes, turned to scan the area below, and finally pointed in a direction: "The terrain over there is more advantageous, with fewer zombies..."
"Let the Yuanwu Bartling sweep through first, then everyone rushes out together. If we encounter a large group of zombies from the sides or front, deal with them using Yuanwu Grenades directly—don't worry about the ammo, safety first!!"
"Dada dada..."
"Boom!"
"Boom boom boom..."
