Extreme germ phobia

Chapter 47 Tactical Detour
Ou Yang took a deep breath, and the distant world quickly returned to him. He suddenly turned over and stood up, using all his strength to grab Andre and drag him to the side of the road, leaving a clear bloodstain on the road.

"Grandpa!" Lisa threw herself on Andre, but she didn't know where Andre was injured.

Mohigan repeatedly comforted: "It's okay, it's okay, it's definitely okay, it's definitely okay——"

Ou Yang gasped for breath, and suddenly, under Mohigan's confused gaze, he took out an empty bottle, peeled off the plastic film and took a deep breath.

In just a moment, his anger and fear quickly subsided, replaced by an unprecedented clarity.

Anger and fear did not disappear, but were suppressed by reason, and three different emotions existed at the same time.

It feels like the soul has left the body and is watching silently from a third perspective.

Ou Yang's brain was working at high speed, and the surrounding roads, buildings and personnel distribution were all reflected in his mind.

He put Andre's AK47 on his shoulder and patted Mohican on the shoulder: "It's time to show your real skills!"

Mohigan was surprised: "What did you say?"

"I said take good care of them!" Ou Yang bent down and disappeared into the darkness.

Mohican was stunned: "Hey, hey, where are you going? No, you are going the wrong way——"

He looked at Lisa who was bandaging Andrei, stomped his feet and chased after her: "I leave this to you!"

Ou Yang ran all the way. Due to lack of exercise, he was breathing rapidly and his chest felt as if it was about to explode, but he did not stop, nor did he hesitate at all.

After leaving the fighting area, he immediately left the road and circumvented the rioters from behind the apartment building.

Ou Yang knew that he shouldn't get involved in the fight between Lao Mi and Lao Mi, and he also knew that he was a novice and didn't have the strength to confront the other party head-on.

But whether he saw it with his own eyes or heard it from Lao Mi, it all proved that the epidemic was getting worse and worse, the order was becoming more and more chaotic, and there was no hope of ending it.

The brown bear market at this moment is a quagmire from which there is no escape.

Mi Lijian has his own national conditions. If he wants to survive in this deadly vortex, he must adapt to a world full of guns. Otherwise, even if he survives for a while, he will not be able to hold on to the end.

Therefore, he must overcome the fear in his heart, overcome his own shortcomings, and make up for the shortcoming of insufficient combat effectiveness as soon as possible.

Ou Yang knew that he was a novice with high expectations but poor skills. Although he wanted to overcome the difficulties, he did not plan to confront the enemy head-on. Instead, he planned to use his advantage of flexibility and maneuverability.

His tactics are simple: make roundabout moves and don't fight static battles!
Most of the five thousand years of civilization history has been spent in wars. The wisdom left by our ancestors is his greatest confidence!

But it’s not easy to be a lone hero!
The night was deep and the surroundings were pitch black, and nothing could be seen clearly. Only the flashes from the gunfire seemed like a lighthouse pointing the way in the right direction.

In order to avoid the enemy, Ou Yang did not launch an attack after reaching the flank. Instead, after observing for a while, he continued to circle around the enemy's rear.

How can a flank attack compare to being attacked from the front and back?
Originally he was worried that the other party had posted sentries on the side and rear, but after arriving at the side and rear of the thugs, he realized that he was overthinking.

Thugs are thugs, how can there be such a rigorous arrangement?

Ou Yang saw the outlines of several cars on the side of the road, which seemed to be good cover. He quietly moved over, lay beside the car with wide eyes, silently counting the gun flashes, and soon determined the location of a dozen thugs.

Maybe there is still Lao Liu hiding in the dark who hasn't fired yet, but he doesn't have time.

Ou Yang carefully recalled the shooting techniques he had learned during military training. He gripped the gun handle with his right hand and the magazine with his left, pressing the buttstock firmly against his shoulder.

Yes, that’s what it feels like!

He turned on the safety, held his breath, aimed intentionally, but fired unintentionally... Just as he was silently repeating to move to another location after each shot and never fire a second shot in the same position, the SUV next to him suddenly shook a few times and then swayed a few more times.

Is there anyone in the car?

Ou Yang's heart was pounding, and his thoughts were wandering inappropriately: Could it be that at this time, someone was performing a live love action movie in the car?
Well, considering the mental state of these people, it’s not impossible!

The gunshots happened to stop briefly at this moment, and Ou Yang immediately heard a subtle but familiar roar.

Severely infected people?
There were four cars in total, two of which were shaking.

Ou Yang blinked and couldn't help laughing.

Directly confronting the thugs is not a last resort. Since there are severely infected people, we might as well try a safer approach!

He quietly approached, opened the car door and quickly squatted down.

With a low growl, several severely infected people jumped out of the car and quickly rushed towards the direction where the gunshots came from.

Ou Yang was too familiar with the situation of severely infected people. Affected by the mycelium, their eyesight was impaired and they relied entirely on hearing to capture targets. As long as he did not make any unnecessary noises, it would be difficult for the zombies to find him in the dark night.

After they ran farther away, Ou Yang opened another car and let the other infected people out.

However, the moment the car door opened, the lights in the car suddenly came on.

Ou Yang quickly dodged and disappeared into the darkness.

But this accident also made the thugs realize that something was wrong. A voice shouted: "Who is it?"

No one answered, only a zombie hiding in the darkness was attracted by the roar and pounced over.

"Ah——" the thug who was attacked screamed like a woman, "The zombies ran out, the zombies ran out——"

He immediately turned the gun around and fired several shots at the zombie, making several holes in its torso and breaking an arm.

But the zombie acted as if nothing had happened and still pounced on the thug, biting his neck tightly.

Other thugs were also attacked by severely infected people, and they turned their guns to deal with the zombies first. The originally orderly gunfire turned into chaos.

Let’s ignore the fake police for now, it’s no big deal, but the zombies are a threat that is right in front of us!

good chance!
Ou Yang randomly selected a target, took a deep breath and aimed carefully. When he felt it was about right, he immediately pulled the trigger. With a few quick, short bursts of shots, he fired.

The AK47 lived up to its reputation, the muzzle jumped violently, and I didn't know where the first shot went, let alone the next few shots.

Anyone who knows about shooting knows that for a novice, only the first shot is generally accurate, and the rest will basically fly around randomly. Being able to control the point of impact within a certain range is a patent of very few people.

Ou Yang was well aware of the essence of guerrilla warfare. He didn't care whether he hit the target or not. He would run away immediately after shooting, not refusing to stay for even a second. He would change position and fire again, always adhering to the highest principle of changing location after each shot.

The thug who was dealing with the severely infected was caught off guard and was immediately shot through by a bullet from behind. The bullet hole on the front was only as thick as a finger, but on the back was a bloody hole as big as a bowl. He immediately fell to the ground and died in an instant.

A zombie that smelled the blood immediately pounced on it and bit it like a hungry wolf. The thug who was not yet dead had dull eyes and his limbs twitched.

The other thug felt like he was falling into an ice cellar and fired several shots, killing the zombie.

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