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I had made a detour to approach the Long-Tailed Monster, and by the time I got close, it was already lying motionless on the ground, its head completely torn off, with just a bit of skin and flesh attached. Green blood was gushing out from its throat. It was clearly dead.
The joy of surviving made me forget the danger, and I excitedly looked at Fatty, only to find that he looked quite pale.
I nervously asked, "What’s wrong? Are you hurt?"
Fatty bared his teeth and touched his backside. When he pulled his hand back, I saw blood.
"The wound has burst open. You really don’t make things easy for me. None of us had any issues coming down here, and even Xiao Ting managed to keep up with the group. But you? Trouble seems to follow you wherever you go. Your constitution is just too weak."
"Well—"
Does this even have anything to do with my constitution? I was at a loss for words. The main issue was that Fatty had burst his wound while trying to save me, which not only worsened our injuries but also put him in a precarious situation. In this environment, the injured were at great risk of dying.
"Why aren't you shooting? Don't you have a handgun?"
"I'm stuck."
"Hey, it seems like this isn't just about your physique; it's purely due to your bad luck."
"Cut the sarcasm. The gun was provided by you, so don't blame me."
As I tucked the dagger into my belt, I pulled out the gun to clear the jammed bullet. I realized that I could feel my left hand again. The palm of my hand, which had been bent backward, had returned to normal. It seemed that the situation wasn't as serious as I thought; my left arm wasn't useless, just a bit stiff. It was likely only a ligament injury.
Seeing my awkward movements and the blood soaking half of my left side, Fatty asked, "Is your injury serious?"
I glanced at my chest. The bleeding had stopped. Although half of my body looked terrifyingly bloody, the wound had formed a thick scab, so it seemed I wouldn't die anytime soon.
"It's nothing. Just a bit of blood; consider it a voluntary donation."
After exchanging a few words with Fatty, we quickly maneuvered around the pile of White Phosphorus Fireworks and made our way to Jack. The main weapon of this group was Jack's M16 assault rifle, with its dense and powerful bullets capable of piercing through a Long-Tailed Monster at close range. The handgun was far less effective; unless it hit a vital spot on the creature, it would only serve to provoke it.
I stumbled over and collapsed onto the ground, unable to move. Every part of me hurt, and sitting was a struggle. Fatty pushed me into the middle of the crowd, crouching low as he circled around them.
It took me a moment to realize that Fatty was playing the same role as A San—finishing off the severely injured Long-Tailed Monsters. Xiao Ting, Buasong, and Fumi were continuously loading bullets into the M16 magazines. Jack's main task was to shoot at any Long-Tailed Monsters that charged at us.
The area was relatively open, and even if the Long-Tailed Monster charged out from the White Phosphorus Flames, it couldn't reach us immediately. As long as we had enough ammunition, our safety here was basically assured.
The problem was that the M16 consumed bullets rapidly, and the three of us struggled to meet Jack's needs. I glanced at the open ammunition backpack. It wouldn't last long before we ran out of bullets. However, the Long-Tailed Monsters seemed endless, continuously rushing toward us from afar. If this continued, we would eventually have to face them in close combat.
It was a dilemma, and I believed Jack recognized this too, but he could only ensure our immediate safety for now. There was no time to think too much; surviving at this moment felt like a stroke of luck.
Just then, I suddenly heard Fatty scream.
I looked up to see that Fatty had gone quite far this time to finish off a monster. He was almost around a pile of White Phosphorus Fireworks. When I spotted him, he was shouting and gesturing wildly at the other side of the fire. We couldn't see what was happening behind the flames, but Fatty's body language clearly indicated he was threatening someone.
Despite Fatty's loud shouts, in this chaotic and noisy environment, I couldn't make out what he was saying. Occasionally, I caught snippets of curses and the most vulgar insults. Even Jack heard Fatty's yelling; during a brief pause in shooting, he turned to glance at Fatty's direction.
I think we were all puzzled. It was obvious that Fatty had spotted a Long-Tailed Monster, but did that beast fear his threats? He would be better off waiting to finish off monsters rather than wasting energy on shouting; Jack's M16 was far more powerful than his words.
After a few more shouts, Fatty suddenly ran back toward us, yelling at me as he approached, "Qiangzi, throw me your gun!"
I shuddered at Fatty's words. If a handgun could do any good, I would have drawn it and fired by now, instead of sitting here feeling frustrated. To inflict real damage on the Long-Tailed Monster, I would need to be at an extremely close range, one that was definitely within the reach of its Long-Tailed attack. It dawned on me that Fatty was planning to go all out. I couldn't allow that—not yet; it wasn't time.
I waved my hand at Fatty, signaling him to come back, while shouting, "Don't be reckless; it's not time to fight for our lives yet."
But before I could wave for long, I realized something was wrong. From behind the fire pit where Fatty had been, a figure suddenly emerged, running towards us like a wild dog unleashed. I recognized him immediately—it was the Hakka person who had nearly crushed me.
From the look in my eyes, Fatty understood what I had seen. He shouted while running, "Take him down! He's going to get us killed!"
Fatty's words struck me like a bolt of lightning; I suddenly understood the gravity of the situation—this could really lead to our demise. I cursed loudly but didn't draw my weapon or even reach for it.
When I saw A San skillfully working with the Hakka person to fend off the Long-Tailed Monster, I realized we were all in the same boat now. Dividing ourselves or turning against each other would only make us more vulnerable and lead to our quicker demise.
The Hakka person running towards us must have been desperate for help; he was truly out of options.
Sure enough, as soon as the Hakka person appeared, a group of Long-Tailed Monsters seemed to materialize behind him, some of them ablaze like creatures from hell.
"Bang!"
Jack's gunfire abruptly ceased. Clearly, he was stunned by the scene before him. Faced with such a horde of monsters, his sixteen rounds wouldn't suffice; only a Gatling Gun might have a chance at resolving this crisis in an instant.
Following the Hakka People, the massive bodies of the Long-Tailed Monsters did not cast shadows; instead, the flames ignited on a few of the creatures provided us with a brighter light. However, this light flickered violently as the burning monsters continued to leap and run desperately.
The three individuals loading bullets into their magazines halted their mechanical actions. Xiao Ting gripped my arm tightly with both hands, her nails digging into my flesh.
"Are we going to die?"
"No, not yet," I replied.
(To Be Continued...)
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