"Well... you are really specialized in the art." After praising him, Han Feng ordered: "Pedal on! Get as many people as you can!"

"yes!"

The order was given, and a hundred terrorists responded in unison, and then began to walk towards the vehicle.

After more than ten seconds, Han Feng's eyes gradually changed when he looked at the terrorist...

I saw that in the driver's seat, it looked normal, with only one terrorist sitting in the driver's seat.

But from the passenger seat, the situation begins to change...

The two people stacked up on top of each other and got into the passenger seat.

And the back seat is even more bizarre!

Not only were the five people huddled together, there was actually a terrorist lying on their laps.

Next is the trunk...two relatively small terrorists huddled in it with their heads hunched over.

What's even more ridiculous is... there's actually a person lying on the roof of the car...

Obviously every car

It can only carry five people, but now... each car can carry twelve people!

When eight cars were packed, there were still four cars and several terrorists left.

"Luna, summon fifty-five more terrorists." In order not to waste resources, Han Feng did a little calculation and figured out how many people could be accommodated in these four vehicles.

"Report to the Korean team to summon fifty-five terrorists. It is necessary..."

"Confirm, summon."

"Okay, Team Korea."

After talking to Luna, Han Feng turned to look at the eight full-car lanes: "You go to the zinc mine first and wait for my order."

After receiving the order, the eight vehicles started slowly and drove towards the zinc mine.

Watching the motorcade leave, Han Feng smiled with satisfaction.

Not long after, more than fifty terrorists came towards the hospital.

Just like before, Han Feng gave the order for them to pedal.

A few minutes later, four vehicles full of terrorists started driving towards the zinc mine again.

As soon as the four vehicles left, Han Feng remembered Luna's reporting voice in his mind: "Report to the Korean team that the eight vehicles that drove earlier have arrived at the zinc mine."

"Okay." In response, Han Feng began to give orders: "Terrorists in the zinc mine, rush to the front line now and stop one kilometer away from the zombie wave."

"Then, let Ivan bind Ivan bombs to each terrorist. Then... each vehicle rushes into the corpse group in different directions!"

"Every three hundred meters...a terrorist jumps down."

"Remember...each car must keep a distance of 500 meters! And...sprint at full speed and never stop in the middle."

"In addition...the terrorists who got out of the car, please hold on for a while and give the vehicle enough time to evacuate...Thank you..."

Intermittently, Han Feng issued several orders one after another.

"Yes! Team Korea!"

In Han Feng's mind, the responses of many terrorists rang out.

"Come on! Go!"

"Yes! Team Korea!"

After that, the eight vehicles drove together and headed towards the front line.

The distance of six kilometers was covered in six or seven minutes.

During this period, Han Feng issued the same order to the terrorists who arrived later.

"Luna, vision connection. Target: Crazy Ivan."

"Okay, Team Korea."

Under the setting sun, Han Feng's perspective shifted to a position one kilometer in front of the battlefield.

As soon as he opened his eyes, Han Feng saw Yiwen binding bombs to each terrorist.

"Okay! I wish you a successful completion of your mission!"

Patting on the car door, Ivan signaled that they could leave.

"Thanks."

From the driver's seat, a terrorist responded with a smile...

"Buzz!"

With the roar of the engine, the car suddenly sprang out and pierced the zombies!

"Aha! Let's have a blast!!!"

With red eyes, the terrorist roared crazily!

"Boom! Boom boom boom! Boom!!!"

The zombies hit by the collision hit the windshield of the vehicle like raindrops.

The terrorists didn't care about the broken glass, they just stepped on the accelerator as low as possible!

"get off!"

Lower the window a little and the terrorist shouts to the roof of the car.

"I wish you a successful completion of your mission! I'll go first!"

In response, the terrorist on the roof of the car released his hands... and slid down freely.

As soon as they got out of the car, the terrorist's arms tightly covered his head and neck. His curled-up legs held the bomb package tightly...

"ah……"
Chapter completed!