"Leader Matsushita, the hotel building is under attack by a large number of reanimated. The outer vine defenses are about to be destroyed!"
"The brothers don't know the weaknesses of these monsters, so they dare not attack rashly. Please issue orders, leader!"
Matsushita looked at the messages from the remaining personnel, his face also full of anxiety.
Large power generation equipment, a large amount of daily necessities, and beautiful women were all left in the hotel.
If the headquarters were breached, he wouldn't starve to death, but his living standards would plummet!
Especially thinking of those hundreds of delicate beauties... Matsushita's heart felt like it was bleeding.
At the same time, the faces of the other leaders were ashen.
There was no doubt that they had also received similar reports – their camp headquarters had been ambushed!
"Matsushita, didn't you say this was the only path for the reanimated? How did the reanimated suddenly appear around our camp?!"
"Damn it, I listened to your misleading advice and transferred the most elite troops. The people in the camp are either high level with weak talents, or strong in talent with low levels. There isn't a single capable fighter. How can they defend?!"
"Matsushita, you wouldn't have secretly reached some agreement with the enemy, deliberately luring us out so you could protect your own camp, would you?!"
"Hmph, it's possible that Oshima's camp was also destroyed by you, kid, and now you're sneakily plotting against us again!"
The leaders of the other two camps spoke one after another, and the more they talked, the more they felt Matsushita was problematic. They simply turned their weapons on Matsushita.
"Hey... you guys... don't get me wrong, my camp is also under attack!"
"And look at the map yourselves, coming from Oshima's camp, this is the only way!"
"The reanimated are a bunch of brainless infected. Even if they blundered and took a long detour without passing through here, how could they accurately pinpoint the locations of our three camps and launch simultaneous attacks?"
"There's definitely something fishy going on here!"
Matsushita broke out in a cold sweat.
The strength of the three camp leaders was roughly equal.
Now it was a two-on-one situation. If it came to blows, Matsushita would surely die.
"Hmph, don't ever expect us to help you again. You deal with these reanimated yourself!"
The leader of the Haiwai Community camp, Okawa, took out a device from his ring and pressed it lightly.
Soon, a circular spatial gate tore open in front of them.
Okawa hurriedly led everyone through the spatial gate, instantly returning to their camp.
"That's it, we'll each fend for ourselves!"
Another camp leader, Mihoko, waved her right hand gently.
A dragonfly-like aircraft appeared before her.
Her subordinates followed suit, summoning large dragonfly aircraft.
Everyone boarded the aircraft and quickly disappeared into the sky.
"Damn it, they don't trust me!"
Matsushita slammed his fist hard against a nearby tree trunk.
A large tree instantly withered, cracked, and finally turned into a pile of dead branches and leaves...
His aide asked cautiously from the side:
"Matsushita-kun, they've all returned to their camps for rescue. Should we go back too? If we hurry, we might still be able to save some people!"
"Go back? Go back to die?" Matsushita shot his aide a look and retorted.
"You should know that Oshima's camp was wiped out by the reanimated. At that time, the number and scale of the reanimated were only a few dozen or a few hundred."
"Now that these reanimated have infected Oshima's survivors, there are at least over two thousand of them. At this scale, even if we go back, it's suicide!"
"If we had followed my plan, gathered all our elites here to lie in wait and fight with our backs to the river, our chances of victory would not only have been great."
"We could also have legitimately taken the spoils of war and crystal cores from Oshima's camp, killing two birds with one stone."
"Now our main forces are dispersed, falling right into the enemy's trap. Continuing to fight would only add to the casualties."
"Transmit our order, everyone retreat to the west!"
Matsushita analyzed calmly.
"Retreat to the west? That's Oshima's camp..."
The aide reminded him hesitantly.
"That's right. Since the enemy went to great lengths to bypass here and attack our camps, they must have also made preparations to prevent us from escaping!"
"If we retreat to the east, we'll be playing right into their hands. So, we'll do the unexpected and go the opposite way."
"Haven't you heard the Chinese saying, 'The more dangerous the place, the safer it is'?"
"This way, we'll catch them off guard, and our chances of survival will be greater!"
Matsushita said with a slight smile.
"Alright, then we'll head west immediately!"
The aide nodded and quickly relayed Matsushita's decision.
The elite force of over two hundred people began to march grandly towards Oshima's camp.
After walking about five hundred meters out of the park.
Traces of fighting began to appear on the road.
The buildings on the streets were covered in scratches and meat spikes three to four inches long.
Especially the dense coverage of these meat spikes sent shivers down one's spine.
It was as if the entire street had been repeatedly baptized by the meat spikes.
If there had been any survivors on the street at that time, they would have been shot to pieces, leaving no intact skin.
"These are the reanimated... they even have long-range attack capabilities..."
As the aide said this, his heart suddenly moved, and he quickly asked Matsushita:
"Matsushita-kun, the leaders of the other camps still don't know that the weakness of the reanimated is not the left shoulder, but that it's uncertain. Should we remind them?"
Matsushita shook his head and said with a smile:
"Since we've already fallen out, they'll be hostile towards me even if they survive, and might even try to kill me."
"Why should we cut off our own retreat?!"
"Ah... this..." The aide pondered for a moment and did not reply.
The team continued to advance. They were about one kilometer away from Oshima's camp.
There were indeed no enemies encountered along the way.
"See? I told you this road was the safest!"
"Let everyone rest and have a good meal. I'll treat you all to drinks once we escape here!"
Matsushita felt that he could already see the hope of survival, and said with great spirit.
"Hmm? Is that the smell of meat?"
"It smells like roast meat. This aroma is definitely beef!"
"And it's fresh beef, not meat that's been frozen for a long time!"
The aide, who was a chef before, had a very keen sense of smell and immediately detected the aroma.
"Someone is eating meat? And grilling it?"
Matsushita was stunned.
"Yes, it's nearby. Judging by the wind direction, it should be on the rooftop of that building..."
The aide casually pointed to the rooftop of a ten-story building nearby.
Coincidentally, the person upstairs was also looking down, and their eyes met...