On the barren hills around and beneath the cliffs on both sides, disgusting ghouls occasionally crawled out, frantically crashing toward the small convoy.
Inside the vehicle, the Lamp of Will flickered continuously, still resisting the invisible spiritual bodies.
The machine guns on the three pickup trucks took turns firing, constantly clearing away the ghouls that got too close.
The gunners were very experienced and coordinated, firing alternately and only aiming at the ghouls that had a chance to catch up with the convoy, completely ignoring those farther away, relying on the vehicles to outpace them and conserve ammunition.
"Not our lucky day, running into these pests' nest, and killing them doesn't drop anything, wasting bullets."
A man holding a machine gun took a deep drag from the cigarette dangling from his mouth, then blew a smoke ring into the gray fog.
"They just appeared recently, the last version of the map hasn't even been updated, just bad luck."
