In the field of the farm, the soil became more thick after being watered by rain. Jaden opened the door from the cab and jumped down. He stamped the soil on the ground with his foot.

Jaden is the driver of Jason's car. When the truck came into the farm, he noticed that there was something wrong with the soil on the ground in front of him. He walked back and forth on the ground in front of the car for several times, and then pressed his hand against the soil.

Jaden's boots made a mess of footprints on the ground, and the reddish brown soil covered his sole.

"Major," Jaden shouted into the car, "we should be able to get there if we can use those crops."

"The soil here has been soaked by rain, and the ground is soft," Jia Deng pointed to the footprints on the ground. "If the truck goes straight up, the ridges and ditches between the fields may jam our wheels. However, if our cars are pressed over these crops, there should be no problem. They will improve the grip of the tires and prevent skidding."

"Well, keep the car behind you in a straight line." Jason looked at the looming farm log house behind the shade in the distance. He felt that there seemed to be something there.

Jason picked up the telescope and looked in that direction. There were some zombies in his sight.

"Everyone is on guard," Jason shouted, picking up his walkie talkie. "There are zombies in the farm ahead. Everyone is on guard and ready to fight."

After Jason's order was issued, some disturbances began to appear in the motorcade, especially some non military personnel began to get nervous. After spending some time in the comfortable environment of the base, they seem to have forgotten the cruelty of the outside world. The sudden appearance of zombies on the farm made them realize that the human world on the verge of collapse has not disappeared, but has always been around them.

The truck approached the wooden house on the farm, and the front view began to become clear. The number of zombies was not very large, and most of them were wandering around the outside of the wooden house.

Some zombies heard the sound of the truck engine and began to look over here. The soldiers in the car took their guns in their hands and only gave the monsters a fatal blow when they got close.

The zombies began to walk towards the motorcade, and some of them even started to run.

When the truck came to a stop within the best range, the soldiers quickly jumped out of the truck, and then used the truck as a cover to start shooting at the nearby zombies.

"Huh, they seem to be able to hold," Hill looked out through the gap in the hood. She saw that the zombies approaching were immediately suppressed by the soldiers' firepower. She finally breathed a sigh of relief. "It's really the most elite force in Florida."

"Why can we meet these monsters everywhere?" When Kim saw the zombies fearlessly charging at the soldiers with the bullets, he was flustered.

"They are human beings, Kim," Hill said to Kim. "You can hardly forget those people we met when we ran out of school. They were our classmates before they became monsters."

"Why haven't we become like them?" Kim turned her eyes back to the hood. She could not stand the sight of blood and broken limbs flying around outside. Her heart beat faster, and sweat came out of her hands.

Kim wiped the sweat from her hands on her pants. She looked at Hill and was at a loss.

"Because we are lucky," Hill also looked back. "The doctor said that at least 95% of human beings in the world became zombies when the first mutation broke out."

"How many!" Hill's words shocked both Thompson and King, "God, it's unbelievable."

"People who have been attacked by zombies will become the same as them as long as they have caused trauma or had contact with body fluids. The probability of infection is 100%." Hill continued to say that she occasionally learned these data when chatting with Dr. Mario and them. At that time, she was as shocked as Thompson and them now, but Dr. Mario's calm eyes gave her a little comfort, "Dr. Mario said that human beings still have hope."

"Really?" Kim grabbed Hill's hand as if the hope she said was in her hand. "Does the doctor really say so?"

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"Well, their scientific research projects are the hope of mankind," Hill nodded. "We are going to join them and hold the hope together with them."

The gunfire outside the hood stopped. Hill looked out again and saw the bodies lying on the ground in front of him.

"Danger cleared, safe!"

"Security."

The soldiers returned to their cars. The truck started up again and drove forward. Soon it stopped again.

"Check all the houses to see if there are any survivors," Jason ordered the soldiers on the three trucks behind with his walkie talkie. "Be careful to ensure your own safety."

The four trucks stopped in front of the wooden houses on the farm. These houses are located in the east of the farm. There is a wooden fence around the wooden house. Many trees are planted between the fence and the wooden house.

After getting out of the car, the soldiers were divided into several teams under Jason's arrangement, and they dispersed to search the buildings they were responsible for checking.

Rodriguez and three other soldiers were responsible for searching the granary of the farm. The four of them came to a gray house and stopped. The house with dark red roof is about ten meters high and covers a large area. Rodriguez saw the words "warehouse" beside its gate.

The door of the warehouse was blocked by a long bar of crossbar. Rodriguez called for a companion, and the two of them moved the crossbar down together. Then they began to pull the iron ring on the door, and one of them began to pull outward.

The door was opened a gap, and nothing could be seen inside. Rodriguez and his companions continued to open the door a little wider.

Another companion behind him took out the military flashlight he was carrying. He walked inside and turned on the flashlight switch. A rotten smell floated out of the warehouse. Rodriguez and his companions were all covered by the smell.

Suddenly, the wooden gate was knocked from the inside. Unexpectedly, the two people holding the iron ring were knocked to the ground by the door panel, and a group of zombies suddenly poured out of the gate. When they rushed out, their bodies knocked the gate open, and the zombies behind them rushed out like tide.

"Ah!" The soldier with the flashlight was about to turn on the switch before he could call for help, when he was engulfed in by the tide of corpses pouring out of it. The screams spread and attracted the attention of other nearby teams.

"Something happened there!" Hill suddenly exclaimed. She saw that in front of a wooden house on the farm, four soldiers were instantly thrown to the ground by the zombies that rushed out of it. Before they could struggle a few times, their bodies had been dismembered by these bloodthirsty monsters.

Hill's face turned pale and her body began to shake.

"What happened?" Thompson took the gun in his hand. He threw himself into the crack in the hood and looked over at Hill's eyes.

"My God," Thompson exclaimed, "zombies like the tide..."

"You stay in the car and take the weapons you received earlier," Thompson said to Hill and King, and jumped out of the car.

"Mr. Captain, Doctor," Thompson shouted as he ran toward the truck behind him, "something is wrong here. Please take your weapons with you, men. We are going to help the soldiers."

"What's the matter, cowboy?" Matt and Kevin got out of the car with two male safety officers of the flight crew. They asked Thompson.

"No time to explain," Thompson pointed to the warehouse. "Look at that."

"God, where are Jason's people?" Matt saw the zombies coming out of the warehouse and stayed there. "Jason!"

Matt shouted, looking for Jason in his sight, but he found nothing.

Gunshots began to come from the nearby wooden house. Thompson wiped the sweat from his face and said to Matt, "Mr. Captain, it seems that the major's hands are tied up in all areas of the farm."

Dr. Mario also came with several members of the research team. He had heard what Thompson had just said, and now he looked a little dignified.

"Doctor, you are old. Go back to the car first." Thompson saw the white haired Dr. Mario and the gun he was holding. "Here we are."

"Doctor, please go back to the car," Tom rushed over with his team. They were the nearest. The screams from the warehouse just attracted their attention.

"I can still use a gun, young man," Dr. Mario said. "Old dogs have some teeth, too."

"Doctor, I can't let you and your people take risks," Tom looked over to the warehouse. The zombies there had seen the people here in the motorcade. Some of them continued to throw themselves on the ground and chew on the dead soldiers, while others walked towards this side with a faltering pace.

"All the members of the research team are back in the car," Tom said, pointing to the truck. "This is an order."

"Cowboy, you stay here to protect their safety," Tom looked at Thompson, then shouted to the people around him, "others come with me."

"How many of you are," Thompson said. "I'll go with you."

"Well, cowboy," Tom stared into Thompson's eyes. "I appreciate you very much. I hope God can let you live."

"Doctor, please take your people back to the car," Matt said to Dr. Mario, and then the four men in the flight crew joined Tom's team.

"Free shooting," said Tom loudly, as the front zombie had already jumped to a position close to the crowd.

"Pay attention to the head of the zombies. That's their fatal weakness." Tom's gun kept spitting out flames. He told the crew and Thompson that they might not know how to shoot the zombies.

The bullets burst blood mist one after another on the zombies' bodies because of their dense number. Some bullets rubbed beside the zombies in the front row will be shot into the zombies behind, a small number of zombies will be directly killed by the head, and most of the zombies will not be fatally injured when hit by bullets.

Thompson's forehead and palm were all sweaty, and he saw from his sight that most of the bullets he shot missed the target. At this moment, he knew that the actual combat was totally different from the hunting and shooting training he was familiar with before.

"Relax, cowboy," Tom noticed the nervous Thompson beside him in the corner of his eyes, and his deep voice stabilized Thompson's nervous mood.