I just became the Pirate King, and you're telling me I also time-traveled at the same time.

"Awoooooo!!!"

The mutated wild boar let out a mournful howl, its massive body shaking violently as if it were drunk, its limbs twitching uncontrollably.

"You think you can just die already? That's too easy on you."

Chu Yang snorted coldly, casually tossed the composite bow onto the sandbag behind him, and leaped into the air.

He didn't climb the ladder from the five-meter height; instead, he jumped directly off the observation deck!

"Bang!"

Chu Yang's feet landed firmly on top of the stone wall, his knees slightly bent to absorb the impact of the fall.

Without any hesitation, he pulled out the machete strapped to his leg and, like a cheetah descending a mountain, leaped directly from the stone wall onto the battlefield outside!

"Chu Yang!" Shen Lie was startled.

Outside the wall, there wasn't just a dying wild boar, but also a pack of mutated wolves and zombies crawling through the gap in the barbed wire!

"Hold the wall! Anything that dares to approach the stone wall, shoot its head through with your crossbow!" Chu Yang's voice came coldly in the wind.

The moment Chu Yang landed, he found himself right in front of a mutated wolf, about the size of a small calf, that had just crawled through the barbed wire fence. The wolf, smelling the fresh flesh and blood of a living person, instantly bared its fangs, let out a low growl, and lunged at Chu Yang's throat with a powerful thrust of its hind legs, creating a stench that filled the air!

Extremely fast!

The villagers hiding behind the stone wall gasped in fright. Wang Dazhuang even closed his eyes in pain, unable to bear the sight of Chu Yang's neck being bitten off.

however.

Chu Yang's eyes showed no sign of panic.

Just as the mutated wolf was pouncing in mid-air, its old strength exhausted and new strength yet to be generated, Chu Yang's body, with incredible flexibility, suddenly tilted slightly to the right.

The mutated wolf's gaping, foul-smelling maw almost grazed Chu Yang's nose.

"die."

Chu Yang gave a low shout.

The machete in his hand flashed a chilling crimson light in the darkness!

"Sizzle—!"

The blade precisely sliced ​​into the mutated wolf's soft belly. With Chu Yang's rotation and exertion of force, the machete cruelly cleaved the mutated wolf's belly in two from head to tail! Black intestines and internal organs poured out like a waterfall, crashing into the muddy water with a "whoosh".

The mutated wolf didn't even have time to land before it was sliced ​​into an empty shell in mid-air, crashing heavily two meters away, twitching twice before going still.

"Is...is this even human...?"

Wang Dazhuang and the villagers behind the wall were completely dumbfounded as they watched Chu Yang's ghostly slash.

They knew Chu Yang was ruthless; they had witnessed it when he cut off Zhao Tianhu's wrist during the day.

But that was dealing with living people, after all.

Now, facing this mutated monster that completely defies common sense and is ferocious and violent, Chu Yang is actually calmer and more deadly than the monster!

"Pfft!"

Just then, Shen Lie, who was standing on the wall, also opened fire.

The heavy crossbow emitted a teeth-grinding click as an arrow precisely pinned a mutated zombie attempting to climb the stone wall to the wall.

The arrowhead pierced the back of the zombie's head and embedded itself in the crevice in the rock.

The zombie's hands were still futilely clawing at the wall, but its body was hanging tightly in mid-air. After struggling for a moment, it became completely still. "Don't stand there! Get moving!"

As Shen Lie frantically reloaded the gun, he roared at the stunned villagers below, "Grab your hoes and shovels! If the wall falls, those bastards can just jump into the yard! Anyone who dares to back down, I'll shoot them dead first!"

The villagers seemed to awaken from a dream, infected by the frenzied fighting spirit of Chu Yang and Shen Lie.

When people are driven to the brink, fear often transforms into hysterical resistance.

"Kill these monsters!" Wang Dazhuang roared, raising the sharpened shovel in his hand and slamming it down hard on a mutated zombie that had just poked its head out from over the wall!

"Snap!"

The shovel embedded itself directly into the zombie's skull. Wang Dazhuang pulled it back forcefully, and a spurt of black blood sprayed onto his face. But instead of dodging, he raised the shovel again.

Other villagers rushed to the wall and used their various farm tools to violently smash the monsters that were trying to climb up.

The battlefield outside the wall had completely turned into a slaughterhouse unilaterally controlled by Chu Yang.

His movements were devoid of any unnecessary frills; every strike and every step was meticulously calculated.

His body, tempered by the primordial light, unleashed endurance and explosive power far exceeding that of ordinary people.

A mutated zombie roared and lunged at his back. Chu Yang didn't even turn his head. His body seemed to be equipped with radar as he suddenly ducked down, his right hand gripping the machete in reverse, and he swiftly and viciously slashed upwards and backwards!

The blade pierced directly into the zombie's chin, penetrating its brain, with the tip emerging from the top of its head.

Chu Yang kicked the zombie in the chest and pulled out his machete.

Just as he drew his sword, the mutated wild boar, whose eyes had been shot out and whose brain was damaged but was not yet completely dead, let out a ferocious roar as if it had a final burst of energy, and its huge body charged towards Chu Yang once again!

"act recklessly."

Chu Yang stared at the mutated wild boar that was pressing down on him like a mountain of flesh, his eyes flashing with a chilling killing intent.

He didn't hide.

The moment the mutated wild boar charged to within three meters of him, Chu Yang suddenly exerted force with his legs, his military boots creating a deep crater in the mud, and he shot into the sky like a cannonball!

He avoided the wild boar's hardest skull and sharpest tusks, and with a light somersault in mid-air, he flew directly over the boar's head and landed steadily on its broad and festering back!

"Roar!" The mutated wild boar twisted its body wildly, trying to shake Chu Yang off its back.

Chu Yang clamped his legs tightly around the wild boar's body, gripping the dark red machete upside down with both hands.

He took a deep breath, channeling the faint yet incomparably powerful primal energy of the star-devouring universe within him into his arms. "Die!"

With a low shout, Chu Yang gripped the knife with both hands and violently plunged it into the most vulnerable gap connecting the mutated wild boar's cervical vertebrae and skull!

"Pfft—!!!"

The entire machete, including the hilt, was forcefully plunged deep into the mutated wild boar's neck by Chu Yang! It directly severed its thick spinal cord!

This fatal blow instantly drained all the mutated wild boar's strength.

Its massive body convulsed violently, like a derailed high-speed train, sliding forward for more than ten meters due to inertia, carving a deep trench in the mud, and finally crashing heavily to the ground with a "boom".

Black blood mixed with fragments of internal organs instantly stained the ground within a radius of several meters black.

The battle ended in less than ten minutes.

Under the bright light of the searchlight, more than a dozen mutated corpses lay scattered on the muddy ground outside the village entrance.

Apart from the roar of the diesel generator, the only other sounds in the air were the rustling of the wind through the trees.

Chu Yang knelt on one knee on the massive carcass of the mutated wild boar and slowly pulled out the machete stained with black blood.

He flicked the blood off his blade, stood up, his black windbreaker fluttering in the night wind. He didn't glance at the corpses scattered on the ground, but turned his head, his gaze calmly fixed on the villagers behind the stone wall, still gripping shovels and panting heavily.

"Well done."

For the first time ever, Chu Yang gave a brief assessment: "Everyone who participates tonight will receive an extra can of meat tomorrow."

silence.

A deathly silence.

Immediately afterwards, a burst of suppressed cheers erupted from the crowd, filled with the joy of surviving a disaster.

Wang Dazhuang plopped down in the mud, looking at Chu Yang's back, which stood like a god amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood. His eyes were no longer filled with any doubt or wavering, only with the purest fanaticism and awe.

Shen Lie jumped down from the wall and walked to Chu Yang's side. Looking at the wild boar carcass on the ground, which was as big as a small mountain, he couldn't help but swallow.

"You...you fucking jumped just now, that was even more exaggerated than a special effect in a movie."

"This pig weighs at least 800 pounds, and you severed its nerves with one cut?"

"I won't jump unless I'm absolutely certain."

Chu Yang sheathed the machete back into his leg wraps, his tone returning to its usual calm indifference. "Find someone to drag all these corpses into the deep pit, pour diesel fuel on them, and burn them. Not a single drop of blood is allowed to remain around here."

Chu Yang raised his head and glanced at the eastern horizon, which was gradually turning gray.

"This is just the first wave of tentative, roving mutants."

"Wait until half a month later, when the real massive zombie horde and beast tide form... that's when the real battle will begin."

……

at the same time.

On an abandoned provincial highway dozens of kilometers away from Qingshui Village.

The dilapidated Wuling Hongguang van was making a piercing "clattering" sound, with thick black smoke billowing from the engine cover.

"Damn it! What happened?! Why is there no gas?!"

The driver slammed his fist on the steering wheel, staring despairingly at the fuel gauge, which was now completely empty.

The car slowed down and eventually broke down completely on the highway, coming to a stop in a desolate wilderness.

"Brother Tiger... the car is broken... what do we do..." The subordinate's voice was trembling with tears as he turned to look at Zhao Tianhu in the back seat. Zhao Tianhu was already in a semi-conscious state.

Because the wound on the severed wrist was not disinfected or properly treated, it began to become severely inflamed and infected in this harsh environment.

His face was an eerie dark red, his forehead was burning hot, and his lips were cracked and bleeding.

Hearing the car stop, Zhao Tianhu struggled to open his bloodshot eyes.

"Get out of the car... and hide in the ditch by the roadside..." Zhao Tianhu said weakly, each breath feeling like a blade scraping his lungs.

Just as the few remaining soldiers were about to push open the car door and scramble into the roadside weeds, they were...

"Buzzing—"

A muffled, heavy, and intensely oppressive engine roar suddenly came from the darkness ahead of the provincial highway.

Followed by.

"Swish! Swish! Swish!"

Four or five blinding beams of military xenon searchlight, like sharp swords tearing through the darkness, instantly pierced the night and slammed into the dilapidated bread truck!

The blinding light made it impossible for the people inside the vehicle to open their eyes; they could only instinctively shield their faces with their hands. Behind the searchlight's glare, one could vaguely make out a convoy consisting of three heavy all-terrain armored vehicles and two heavily modified armed off-road vehicles!

The convoy came to a precise stop less than ten meters from the bread truck.

"Splash..."

With a series of synchronized tactical boot thuds, a dozen fully armed men, dressed in black combat uniforms without any insignia and carrying assault rifles equipped with silencers and infrared scopes, swiftly dispersed like ghosts, forming a tactical encirclement formation to tightly surround the dilapidated bread truck.

A dozen or so cold infrared laser points landed precisely on the foreheads and chests of Zhao Tianhu and the others inside the car.

"Get out of the vehicle! Hands behind your head! Anyone who moves will be shot dead!"

A deep, cold voice came from the shadows beside the armored off-road vehicle, exuding an undeniable and absolute killing intent.

Zhao Tianhu's men had never seen anything like this before. They were so frightened that they wet themselves. They pushed open the car door, scrambled to their feet, and lay on the ground, clutching their heads tightly with both hands.

Despite the excruciating pain, Zhao Tianhu tumbled off the back seat in a disheveled state.

When he saw the well-equipped soldiers around him, whose eyes were as cold as machines, his heart skipped a beat.

This is definitely not an ordinary police force or military! This kind of organization, which exudes an extremely dangerous aura, would never have appeared on the roads of the country before the apocalypse!

"Report to the captain. No mutation characteristics; five survivors."

One of them had his right wrist severed by a sharp weapon, and was severely infected; he could die from shock at any moment. A soldier stepped forward, skillfully examined him, and reported to his superior via walkie-talkie.

As the report ended.

A man wearing a black leather trench coat slowly stepped out of the heavy armored vehicle in the very center.

The man wore a tactical mask that covered the lower half of his face, revealing only a pair of sharp, cold eyes like those of a hawk.

He walked up to Zhao Tianhu and looked down at the man with the missing hand, covered in mud and in a sorry state.

"Where did you escape from?" The man's voice was hoarse and stiff, carrying a cold, scrutinizing tone.

"Qing...Qingshui Village..." Zhao Tianhu answered weakly. He knew that in front of these people, any attempt to hide anything would be suicide.

"Qingshui Village?"

A glint of extreme surprise flashed in the leather-clad man's eyes.

He turned his head and glanced at a soldier next to him who was holding a tactical tablet.

The soldier immediately pulled up a detailed electronic map on the tablet, quickly zoomed in, and pointed to the location of Qingshui Village: "Captain, Qingshui Village is deep in the foothills of the Qinling Mountains. It's about thirty kilometers from here."

The terrain is remote, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

The man in the leather jacket looked at Zhao Tianhu again, his eyes becoming playful.

"A village deep in the mountains thirty kilometers away? How did you lose your hand? Were you bitten by a mutant?"

"No...no..."