It was a little past two in the afternoon. Zhang Su and Old Li's groups, totaling twenty people, were hiding in a muddy wasteland to the northwest of the camp. Behind them lay over a dozen zombie corpses, showing that even in the wilderness, it was not peaceful.
Squatting by a haystack, they looked distantly at the camp. There weren't too many zombies wandering outside the walls, nor too few, roughly estimated at about one hundred fifty to two hundred.
It was possible to eliminate all of them using certain means, but it would take some effort and could lead to complications. Better to lure them away.
"Bozai, Old Yu, you can move now!" Zhang Su issued the order to the two through the walkie-talkie.
Before long, two cars appeared from the south and north respectively, backing towards the zombies. As the crisp sound of the horn echoed, the zombies outside the wall seemed to have heard a battle cry, and they started chasing after the cars.
