Rotting Land: Survive

Chapter 818: Chapter 803

"That’s the situation, I know some of you might not be fond of Huang Yong’s group, especially Qiang. I’m sorry for what he ordered to be done to you. But as I mentioned earlier, the villa is in a tough spot now, which you all know very well. Otherwise, we wouldn’t be making such a big effort to run out and create a second sanctuary. So I hope everyone can temporarily forget the unpleasant things that happened before, and when we return to the villa, don’t mention this to anyone else. We need to maintain a good and harmonious cooperation with Liu Fugui and his group for now. At least until we successfully deal with Chun Gen’s gang, we’ll all be comrades in the same trench with Liu Fugui’s group. And about the safety concerns you raised, Qiang, I’ll pay extra attention to that. Since you all are among the few who know the whole story, keep an eye on this group’s movements. If anything unusual happens, let’s meet up promptly. What do you think? If you have any other doubts, feel free to bring them up, and we’ll discuss them together."

Old Xu spoke very frankly, aware that these few before him would be among the few he needn’t put on an act with in the coming days, and these individuals were also key to whether they could peacefully interact with Liu Fugui and his group.

So certain things needed to be cleared up with them before returning to the villa.

"Damn, what’s up with all of you? Why the hell is everything pointed at me? Am I the troublemaker?" Wang Qiang grumbled, sweeping a glare over everyone present.

These guys all managed to mention his name when discussing Liu Fugui’s matters, which ticked him off.

"Heh heh!" Tang Xiaoquan cleared his throat, smirking as he said, "Yo! Qiang, do you know what your biggest advantage is?"

"Advantage? My entire being is full of advantages, god knows which one you’re talking about!" Wang Qiang arrogantly raised his head, deliberately flipping his bangs forward. Tang Xiaoquan couldn’t hold back his laughter and burst out, "Your biggest advantage is, well...self-awareness."

"Oh, come on!"

"Hahaha!"

"Heh heh, a lively bunch you are, what’s so funny? Mind sharing it with me, Liu Fugui?"

Liu Fugui’s voice suddenly came from behind Old Xu. When his rugged face appeared before them, Old Zhao and the others stopped laughing abruptly, and the atmosphere in the vehicle quickly returned to its previous bleakness.

Such a change would have probably left others awkward and unsure, but Liu Fugui was no ordinary person. His facial expression remained unchanged despite the shift in mood. Casually placing the gun in his hand in the rear compartment, he patted Old Xu’s shoulder, "Captain Xu, I’ve got everything sorted. These are the confiscated guns and ammunition, now they’re all handed over to you."

Old Xu picked up the guns to check them, ejecting the bullets and saying, "Good, I hope your warnings to your men will be effective, happy cooperating."

"Happy cooperation! Mr. Zhao, how are your frostbites? I’m deeply sorry for the harm my men caused you."

"Tch!" To Wang Qiang, Liu Fugui’s apology seemed just as insincere, so he rolled his eyes in response.

"Qiang, what’s wrong!" Tang Xiaoquan stealthily nudged him with his elbow and quickly added with a smile, "Heh heh, thanks for your concern, Liu. We’ve almost recovered, no big issues, as for the unpleasantness from before, it was a misunderstanding. Huang was eager to save the master, not knowing the truth, otherwise, he wouldn’t have treated us like that. We understand, especially now, Liu, we’re all fine, right?"

"That’s wonderful to hear. I was just worried that harm might come to you, my heart would be truly..." Liu Fugui shook his head continuously, sadness evident in his expression.

Old Xu wasn’t in the mood to listen to Liu Fugui’s pretentious performance:

"Here, Old Zhao, you temporarily hold onto these two guns. I’ve ejected the bullets, they’re not dangerous, but remember to never point them at anyone."

"Oh, alright!" Old Zhao solemnly accepted the double-barreled shotgun and the Type 54 handed over by Xu Renjie, holding them as carefully as if they were expensive porcelain.

Once the handover was complete, Old Xu led Liu Fugui back to the driver’s seat, preparing to continue their journey back.

"Old Zhao, what kind of gun is this!" Wang Qiang fiddled with the Type 54 in his hand, feeling it looked very familiar, often seen in domestic dramas.

"Type 54."

"Oh! So that’s the Type 54, quite compact." Every boy growing up fantasized about owning a firearm, only to realize when grown up that in this country, it was unlikely to be feasible.

Yet, this didn’t dampen their enthusiasm for these things. Some young men even joined the military to fulfill this passion, becoming defenders of the nation. Wang Qiang was no exception.

Though he had little knowledge of firearms, he wasn’t short on playing FPS games. Holding a real gun, he was undeniably excited. Mimicking the shooting stances of film protagonists, he remarked, "Heh, this is much better than those hand crossbows and arrows."

"Haha, not necessarily, Little Wang!" Old Zhao rested his hands under his head, staring at the car roof.

"Why not! Bows and arrows are not only laborious, but after each shot, you have to reload and aim again, and they’re pretty influenced by the environment; their efficiency doesn’t compare with guns!" Wang Qiang rebutted confidently.

"Indeed!" Tang Xiaoquan also picked up the other shotgun in the cabin, "But now it’s the post-apocalypse, these things are only good against humans. If you plan on using them against zombies, I suggest you abandon that idea quickly. Leaving aside the fact that your pitiful ammo might run out anytime, just the sound of the gun could surround you with an endless swarm of zombies. So Qiang, the thing in your hand is more for intimidation than actual combat, in combat, your steel blade and hand crossbow are more reliable."

Wang Qiang remained silent, apparently finding some truth in Tang Xiaoquan’s words.

"However, I do think everyone should learn how to use these things since they’re much easier to master than a bow," Tang Xiaoquan added, with Old Zhao nodding silently, sighing, "Yes indeed, as time goes on, more survivors will be armed. To make a living in this mixed-up world, mastering firearm usage is indeed needed."

"Oh come on, it’s not difficult. We have Old Xu, Lei Tong and others from the army skilled in gun usage, surely they’ll teach us, hmph!" (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com for reading.)