Infinite Ebullience
Chapter 553 - 27: Mummy Slaughter

Chapter 553: Chapter 27: Mummy Slaughter

Chen Hong was increasingly talking nonsense, siding with Tang Zheng like an armchair strategist. Seeing Tang Zheng silent, he thought he had got through, and he was joyfully swell with pride, almost wishing he had a feather fan to pose as a wise man.

Tang Zheng almost injured himself laughing internally, "I would have to be an idiot to take advice from you. If anyone does, they deserve to lose their pants."

"For high-minded, self-proclaimed beauty queens like Ruan Feifei, you just need to play rough. Strip her naked, push her on the bed, whip her a few times. Starve her for ten days or half a month and she will behave like a dog on command." Chen Hong got carried away, saying more and more inappropriate things, twittering like a sparrow.

"Before she would give in, I’d be arrested." Tang Zheng frowned, "Can you shut up?"

"You’re a conqueror, what the hell are you afraid of? What’s wrong with imprisoning a woman in a secret room?" With a bewildered face, Chen Hong looked like he thought Tang Zheng was a discredit to the conquerors, which made him quite frustrated.

Fortunately, the convoy suddenly stopped, alleviating Tang Zheng’s embarrassment.

"What’s going on?" Tang Zheng grabbed the walkie-talkie that Jasons had given to the convoy, stepped out of the pickup truck and asked, looking forward.

"Zzzt, zzzt." There was the sound of static electricity, then after about ten seconds, a hurried, terrified voice came out of the speaker.

"Gh-gh-Ghost, lots of dried corpses."

Tang Zheng was taken aback. He hop onto the roof of the pickup truck, took out a telescope, and saw less than fifty meters ahead of the front of the convoy, lean and withered mummy corpses slowly crawling out of the sand. They then stood still and stared at the convoy with their hollow, dry eyes.

George had already notified the soldiers to be on the alert, their muzzles all pointed in that direction. The workers were panicking, and the three foremen who managed them found Jasons and asked to return to Alexandria.

"Can we still go?" George gave a bitter smile, pointing to the rear of the convoy. There was a large number of dried corpses crawling out of the sand.

"Push through!" Tang Zheng roared into the walkie-talkie, seeing that Jia Honglang was arguing with George and didn’t have time to respond to him, he sat behind the wheel and slammed down on the gas pedal, driving the pickup truck next to them.

"Waiting to be turned into dumplings by the mummies? George, let’s go." Tang Zheng glared at the foremen shouting, "If you don’t want to go, roll over to the convoy and feed the mummies."

Jia Honglang’s eyes lit up. He really panicked and forgot about it. He forgot the fact that the workers are unarmed and can only go with the convoy. Now it’s a matter of persuading George.

"George, it’s up to you." Jasons is very reliable when it comes to bribing people. Moreover, George also wanted to make a fortune from the tomb of Ramses II, and then he could go home and enjoy his life. Living on the edge of a knife every day, he would die sooner or later.

"I will say it again, when you reach the Siwa Oasis, you can stay. After we find the Golden Scarab, we will remove your curse, and then send you home with ten times your salary. If you leave now, you won’t get a single dime." Tang Zheng quickly stated in French. When faced with the choice between money and crisis, the foremen began to waver.

"You will sit in the luxury RV. I guarantee your safety. Don’t delay, hurry up and calm the worker, let them return to the truck, we are leaving." The words Tang Zheng said really hit the nail on the head. As the foremen confirmed their own safety, they looked at each other, picked up the walkie-talkie and soothed their workers.

Victoria looked at Tang Zheng, admiring his tactics. He solved the problem with just a few words.

"Don’t flutter your eyelashes at me. Go hide in the RV." Tang Zheng glared at Victoria, grabbed a gun and a tactical vest full of magazines from the back seat, jumped to the tail of the car and said, "Chen Hong, you drive."

His personal assistant was so mad that she could almost spit blood.

"George, arrange for three pickup trucks side by side, and charge with me." Tang Zheng pulled the bolt and then put it on his body. He grabbed the heavy machine gun on the car.

"Wh, what?" Chen Hong was scared by the fact that Tang Zheng was going to be the pioneer. He sat in the driver’s seat in a daze.

George breathed a sigh of relief. If there is a leader, the morale will rise.

"Be safe and protect Aima." Tang Zheng warned Qin Yan and the others again. He believed that they would understand what he was implying. The safety of the convoy was not their concern.

One by one, the engines started to roar. But before the convoy set off, the zombies on either side suddenly howled loudly, as if they had been injected with some kind of stimulant. They rushed over like mad, closing the distance by ten meters in the blink of an eye.

Bang bang bang. Tang Zheng fired the heavy machine gun. The .50 caliber bullet instantly broke several dried corpses that were rushing in front into several pieces, various bodily fragments flying.

The mounted machine guns on the other trucks also started shooting.

This was the Getala Depression. From an overhead view, an asphalt road covered with sand dust lay on it like a scar. The rest were incredibly barren. Occasionally, there were oases formed by underground water, with Egyptian vultures drinking nearby. They would fly quickly when slightly frightened. However, most of the landscape was marshlands and salt flats, desolation to the extreme.

"What a great place to murder and loot." Tang Zheng whistles, kicking the carriage door, "What are you waiting for? Start driving, and you might earn a seed for your reward."

Viewing the dried corpses, Chen Hong, who was trembling incessantly, finally calmed down after hearing this. But he still couldn’t control his force and sent the throttle deep with his foot. The pickup instantly took off like a crossbow bolt, stirring up clouds of dust.

Tang Zheng almost sprained his waist, swearing in frustration, but it was good that Chen Hong managed to get moving. The heavy machine guns swept across, shattering the dried corpses. The other three pickup trucks also followed, with their fleet spearheading the charge.

In an instant, gunshots filled the air over the Getala Depression.

These mummy corpses were the faithful servants of Nefertari, summoned from the underworld, possessing undying life. Therefore, even though their bodies were brutally torn, they could still attack the fleet.

More than six hundred desiccated corpses, densely packed, charged at a hundred-meter sprint. They made up the distance in the blink of an eye. The rifles could not harm them much, and the stopping effect was not strong either. A full ammo clip could cause them to slow down for two or three steps, but during the reload interval, the dried corpses would charge again.

Only the vehicle-mounted machine guns on the twelve pickups had some lethality, at least they could blow them apart. But the quantity was too small and could not suppress the dried corpses.

After dozens of seconds, the dried corpses flooded the convoy like a tide.

A dried corpse rushed onto a pickup on the left, using its momentum to take down the gunman in the rear carriage. The soldiers, panting and pale, cried for help while pulling out handguns and firing at the corpse’s head. However, even though half of it was shattered, the corpse still tore his arm, then plunged its hand into his abdomen, scooping out his viscera. The soldier vomited a mouthful of fresh blood, his screams abruptly ending.

"Don’t try to aim for a headshot. Do your best to immobilize them." Tanzheng, with one hand operating the machine gun, picks up the walkie-talkie and informs the fleet.

The soldiers quickly change tactics, aiming at their knees, finally slightly reversing the deadlock.

Thump, a dried corpse jumps onto the car hood, and then leaps towards Tang Zheng. Tang Zheng, who was busy firing at other dried corpses, swings his arm to hit it. The corpse is punched to a fracture and rolls away. The second one pounces, and Tang Zheng aims the muzzle at its body, firing and blasting it apart.

Thwack, a broken thigh drops onto the windshield, scaring Chen Hong into a shrill scream.

As the vanguard, Tang Zheng bore the brunt of the attack, and all the gunners on the other three pickup trucks had been killed.

Seven more dried corpses rushed at him, but the machine gun gave a click, click sound. The ammunition box was empty.

Tang Zheng picked up the rifle hanging on his body. He quickly fired with the butt against his shoulder. Two dried corpses that had already leaped within three meters of him were instantly shot in the skull and fell over.

A dried corpse jumped onto the car hood, grabbed the carriage wall, opened its stinky mouth, and roared at Chen Hong behind the windshield, trying to break into the driver’s seat.

Ahh, seeing the repulsively skinny skull so close at hand, Chen Hong screamed on impulse. She unknowingly turned the steering wheel and pressed hard on the accelerator. The pickup sped off the highway at an angle.

Bang, Tang Zheng took out the Demon Slaying Holy Flame with one hand, aiming it at the dried corpse. The deer bullet, wrapped in flames, immediately blew its upper body into fragments. The lower half of the body hit the ground and was then crushed by the pickup. The tires were instantly covered with dust and shards of flesh.

People such as Qin Yan opened fire at full power. Any dried corpse that sprinted within fifty yards would be shot down. Since they had spare energy, they provided cover for the trucks behind them, especially as the newbies were still on top of them.

Inside the cart, over twenty workers were terrified. They clutched their heads and curled up, not daring to watch the dried corpses’ attack. They were like ostriches. The newbies were not much better. Only Xu Liangmao stood at the forefront with a rifle, continuously shooting at the dried corpses.

"Stop shooting, you’ll attract the monsters," Jia Honglang grumbled, trying to stop him from raging. "You can’t kill them anyway, it’s all a waste of bullets. Better to wait until they get close."

Not all trucks were lucky. Those whose firepower was weak at the rear had two trucks loaded with supplies being overrun, and the six workers and drivers on them could not escape, they were dragged onto the road surface and dismembered by the dried corpses.

Two minutes later, the fleet broke through the dried corpse pack. The monsters on both sides kept chasing and would not give up. But as temporary safety was achieved, the soldiers regained composure and gradually improved their shooting, knocking down the dried corpses one by one. Some hot-tempered soldiers even threw hand grenades to bomb them.

At this time, everyone dared not let the fleet stop for rest and directly drove towards the small town of Gala.

Looking at the two women still sleeping soundly through the rear-view mirror, Chen Hong was annoyed to death. Why should she risk her life while they could enjoy the protection?

"Tang Zheng, you promised to give me a seed." Chen Hong was already anxious to enhance her strength, "I will become your direct line and your thug, you can ask me to do anything."

"You shameless bitch." Ruan Feifei moaned and rubbed her forehead, waking up. Upon hearing this, she cursed spontaneously. This was a reflexive response, without any pretense.

"You’re the bitch! Cheap...slut!" Not wanting to be at a disadvantage, Chen Hong retorted in foul language. (To be continued. If you like this work, please vote for it and support me on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)