While everyone was preparing, Lin Wu was still at his post, sniping Frenzies through the night-vision device. He had lost count of how many zombies he had killed these past few days. When performing maintenance on the firearms this afternoon, a young woman noticed significant wear on the rifling of the Lee-Enfield rifle. However, the main fighting force was definitely not the sniper rifle, so Lin Wu didn't care too much.
A multitude of obstacles had been placed on the 300-meter slope with a 15-degree incline, including empty oil drums, dismantled guardrails, and a section of the road covered with solid asphalt. Although it was solid asphalt, combined with incendiary grenades, it could buy some breathing time for the railway bridge base.
Shana stood by Lin Wu, tightening her clothes, looking towards the endless swarm of zombies: "Can we win?"
Lin Wu replied: "Winning is definitely not a problem, but how much we win by and what price we pay – that's the real issue."
