You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

The situation quickly became one-sided.

Peng Yue was shot in the arm, but he didn't have time to worry about the pain. He quickly glanced around and immediately called several brothers to gather around him.

The entire convoy's firearms were basically concentrated in the hands of a few Peng family brothers.

Everyone else had to make do with machetes and axes.

If it weren't for a few shields personally given to them by Zhang Ye that they happened to bring along, the enemies who rushed up like madmen wouldn't have been able to be held back by the people of the convoy right now.

They were already completely overwhelmed in terms of momentum.

First, they were ambushed, and the usually steady and reliable second brother of the Peng Family was killed on the spot.

Then came the flanking from all sides. Despite some mishaps along the way leading to heavy casualties among the team sent out by Chen Xiaoyong, it inadvertently turned into a diversionary tactic.

This totally crushed the fighting spirit of Peng Yue and his group.

If it weren't for the shields blocking them, the wave of enemies that had just rushed up from the right, combined with a few gunmen shooting from afar, would have been enough to completely break their formation.

For this reason, without saying a word, Peng Yue dragged a few brothers and headed towards the vehicles, planning to leave this damned place first.

As long as you have the green hills, you won't fear running out of firewood.

If they all fell in the Ecological Park today, the convoy would be finished, and the seven or eight people left in the yard wouldn't stand a chance against Chen Xiaoyong.

Conversely, as long as they could get back alive to the convoy's compound, with the protection of the high walls over three meters tall, ordinary people wouldn't be able to do much to them.

Even if Chen Xiaoyong and his men caught up, what could they do?

He couldn't possibly bring a tank and crash through, could he?

The walls were reinforced.

They wouldn't fear being smashed.

Chen Xiaoyong, who was directing the operation from a distance, grew anxious when he saw this. Gritting his teeth, he ran forward a few steps and fired several shots towards the silhouettes climbing onto the vehicles.

His pistol had proven to be a great asset today, having killed at least three or four people throughout the chaos.

As gunfire rang out, yet another corpse fell from the vehicle.

But Peng family's fourth brother and sixth brother had already climbed onto the truck bed. Lying on top and using the steel plates for cover, they fired wildly at the enemies below.

The shotguns they held weren't loaded with bullets.

They were loaded with steel shot mixed with sulfur and lead powder.

With each shot, black smoke billowed, and the truck shook as if fireworks were going off.

As for the firepower, it goes without saying.

A few shots later, the enemies wearing company protective gear underneath the truck scattered, crying for their fathers and mothers, leaving behind two wounded men with shattered ribcages still twitching on the ground.

With a roar, the truck finally started up.

Some were unable to dodge in time and got caught under the wheels, turning into a mass of flesh so mangled not even their own mothers would recognize them.

Many more scrambled to escape to the sides, unwilling to let the targets slip away so easily. As the truck sideswiped them, they grabbed onto the handrails and climbed up.

The ones on top frantically stabbed down with weapons like steel bars.

Any who couldn't dodge were pierced through from head to buttocks, then thrown off to the ground like pieces of meat falling off a skewer.

And while those who couldn't get onto the vehicles were Peng Yue's men, they took the opportunity to climb aboard.

Or simply huffed and puffed, chasing behind the already accelerating truck.

Much of the vehicles they had come in were left behind.

Seeing that he couldn't stop his foes from escaping by car, Chen Xiaoyong immediately shifted his focus to the remaining trucks, urgently barking orders,

"What the hell are you all chasing it for!"

"Aren't there vehicles on the side?"

"Get on them!"

Reminded by him, his men seemed to recall that the Peng family brothers had more than one vehicle. They quickly ran towards the surrounding trucks.

But their movements were still too slow. The people of the Peng Family were not fools.

Panic as they may, chaos as it might have been, would any driver neglect their vehicle?

Someone had been ready in the vehicle all along.

Before Chen Xiaoyong's men could edge towards the other trucks, three more had already plowed through the fence and charged out, leaving only a few injured or those who couldn't keep up with the main force to become captives.

As the Peng Family's four armored trucks escaped one after another, the orchard once again fell silent as it had been before.

In the midst of the chaos, occasional cries of pain and pleas for mercy could be heard.

Then they abruptly stopped.

Under the influence of the environment, every settlement had formed an unspoken rule, that is, to not keep the injured alive.

Scratches or minor cuts were no big deal, depending on how tough one's fate was.

But physical disability was a different matter.

The outcome was only death.

Disability meant the inability to work, and combat power could be equated to that of women and children.

Thus, the value of such a person was reduced.

Or even completely lost.

All resources were precious, whether food or medicine, and these happened to be what the injured needed most.

If it were you, would you waste these resources on these worthless people?

The answer is most people would not.

Chen Xiaoyong was no exception.

He silently watched his jubilant subordinates executing those worthless injured, feeling no joy inside.

They indeed had won the battle, but the cost far exceeded his expectations.

Counting those who were executed, the death toll had reached fourteen.

There were even more with minor injuries.

This not only meant consuming a large amount of resources but also signified that the strength of the Ecological Park settlement had been severely weakened.

Fourteen people, all muscle he had built up by spending precious grains and flour.

Now, all that was left was an orchard.

The Pengs had run away.

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"Look!"

Just as he was thinking about how to extract more value from this orchard to compensate for the losses, Chen Xiaoyong suddenly heard someone speaking.

He turned to see an enraged middle-aged man, trussed up and pushed in front of him.

"Damn your mother!"

"Go ahead and kill your grandpa Peng if you dare!"

"If I even frown, then I'm not your father!"

The man looked very strong.

Despite kneeling there, he still gave off an imposing vibe, which inexplicably annoyed Chen Xiaoyong.

Wait, what did he say his last name was?

"Surname Peng?"

"What is Peng Yue to you?"

But the captured man, upon hearing this, didn't answer; instead, he spat in Chen Xiaoyong's face.

Seeing that he missed, a look of disappointment crossed his face, then he threw back his head and laughed loudly:

"Surname Chen, you don't recognize me?"

"I'm your Uncle San!"

"Peng Jun!"

The minions by the side, seeing him act so wildly, immediately slapped his face with a few resounding smacks, but Chen Xiaoyong, who was insulted, suddenly cracked a smile.

Peng San?

It seems he hadn't come away empty-handed after all.