The Walking Dead: Rebuild

Chapter 57 Ambush
Fisher Town, the outskirts.

Lieutenant Newick was enjoying lunch on a plate. One of his trusted sergeants entered the tent from outside, with a hint of joy on his face, and said:

"Boss, there was news from the exploration team below that a group of survivors, numbering more than thirty, were found ten kilometers away by the interstate highway."

"They captured our expedition team, took them into the camp, asked some questions, and finally released them."

Newick didn't care about the life or death of the search team. He put down the knife and fork in his hand and asked:

"What do you say? Do the survivors have many resources, and how about weapons?"

With a flattering smile on his face, the confidant sergeant said excitedly:

"It is said that that group of people is very lucky. Not only do they have doctors and nurses, but they also have several carts of drinks. They are having a party. Brandy, Remy Martin, and rum are all high-end products."

"There were very few weapons, it seemed like there were just a few pistols and shotguns."

Newick's eyes gleamed when he heard this. He has always been an alcoholic. Unfortunately, in today's world, it is difficult to find a good bottle of wine. He has not been able to relieve his hangover addiction for three days.

The lieutenant licked his lips and said to his confidant, the sergeant:
"You go and gather our soldiers. When we grab that batch of supplies, everyone will have a share."

The confidant's eyes lit up and he said with expectation in his voice:

"Boss, we brothers haven't eaten meat for several months. It is said that there are beautiful girls among the survivors, who are not as good as us..."

Lieutenant Newick was a little hesitant. He considered and said:

"The civilians in the camp are now feeling rebellious. If we spread the news of this kind of thing again, it is very likely that they will riot."

The confidant sergeant curled his lips nonchalantly and said encouragingly:

"Boss, what are you afraid of? We have weapons and ammunition in our hands. No matter how dissatisfied those civilians are, how dare they confront us head-on."

"Besides, we don't need to bring these survivors back. There are enough civilians already. We just need to rob their supplies and have some fun."

"No one will know what we do out there."

Newick was very moved when he heard this. Wine and women, what man doesn't like this? He licked his lips, his heart became more furious, and finally gritted his teeth and said:

"Take 30 of your trusted brothers with you. Everyone will eat meat today. This damn world is already like this, no one can blame us."

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On Interstate 84, more than 30 members of the Umbrella Company from five or six families were happily having an open-air barbecue dinner around a fire.

In this operation, they were all voluntary decoys, responsible for attracting the enemy's attention.

Hosting banquets is their job.

In fact, there is really no need for them to do anything. According to Leon's instructions, all preparations have been completed. As long as they are still here, it is enough. The members of the Security Department will be responsible for other matters.

Among this group of people, Andrea looked a little serious. As a government official who knew the inside story, she knew very well that this operation was likely to involve dozens of fully armed soldiers, not undisciplined ones. of predators.

If there is a head-on conflict, it is likely to lead to a melee. For ordinary survivors, this is a life-threatening danger.

As a rookie on the battlefield, Andrea was quite anxious. She couldn't help but hold the pistol hanging on her waist, and unconsciously looked at her old partner, the driver Joel.

This middle-aged man was holding a cigarette and playing with a dagger in his hand. He looked at his daughter Sarah who was excited and playful at the party with a leisurely expression. He didn't seem to be nervous at all.

In contrast, Andrea was a little embarrassed and asked: "Joel, why are you not nervous at all? Shala is still here, aren't you worried about her getting hurt?"

Old Joel swallowed a round smoke ring and said without changing his expression:
"Mr. Custer is a trustworthy man and he said there would be no fighting on our side and I believed him."

Andrea wanted to say something else, but Old Qiaoer narrowed his eyes slightly, raised his chin towards the distance, and said:
"The target appeared."

Andrea quickly turned her head and looked in the direction pointed by Joel.

A few hundred meters away, under the evening sun, a green tank was galloping on the road. Its heavy tracks and huge barrel were quite intimidating. On the top of the tank, a soldier dressed as an officer was holding a Heavy machine gun, looking towards the party with longing eyes and an arrogant smile on his face.

Behind the tank, four military trucks filled with armed soldiers were running fast. Each soldier held a black automatic rifle in his hand.

Seeing that the enemy's equipment was quite powerful, Andrea bit her lower lip and was about to say something to Joel.

Suddenly, he saw that when the opponent's convoy passed by a bush, dozens of conical objects spitting flames flew out from the bush.

Before the other party could react, countless explosions of fire and loud noises flooded the convoy and filled Andrea's vision.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sky was filled with fire, bursting into balls of flames.

LAW is indeed a heavy anti-tank artillery shell. Under the siege of dozens of rockets, this convoy of more than 30 soldiers was blown to pieces without even any reaction.

In the distance, Leon emerged from the bushes, carrying an empty cannon barrel, raised his eyebrows at Kevira beside him, and whistled.

"It's so cool. This is my first time using this guy. It's much more fun than a pistol."

"I must have hit the tank first! You lost the game."

Kewela's expression was also a little excited, her face was a little red, and she said nonchalantly:
"This is the first competition. When we get to the other side's base, the two of us will compete with sniper rifles. Each one will score two points to see who has the higher score."

The two of them were chatting quietly, and Moore took his younger brother to check it out a little, then walked over and said:

"Boss, there are no survivors, and all the equipment has been blown up."

"Our firepower was too fierce. Each vehicle was hit by at least five shells, leaving nothing behind."

Leon nodded, as he had expected it, and his expression did not change.Now that I have some wealth, I don’t care about this loss.

He patted More on the shoulder and said:

"You send someone to the party, tell them the mission is complete and let them go back to base."

"We're going to strike while the iron is hot and take down their base. Daryl is already waiting for us over there."

Moore was also very excited. He nodded and said:
"Okay boss, we'll get it done right away."

"Show Daryl how powerful old Moore is."

After a brief tidying up, Leon took dozens of members of the ambush team to the convoy one kilometer away and started speeding towards Feisier Town.

The plan was carried out quite smoothly. An ambush dealt with about half of the opponent's troops unscathed, and also blew up a tank by the way. This almost formed an absolute superiority in troops.

Now, as long as you surround the opponent's camp with your men, the opponent will be unable to fly.

(End of this chapter)