I hacked through the chaotic world with my blade
Chapter 541 - 151 Hello..._2

Chapter 541: Chapter 151 Hello..._2

Scene after scene assaulted her heart.

Xiangshan Film and Television City Base was the result of her father’s painstaking efforts. When the apocalypse erupted, he slowly took in survivors, initially providing them with food and places to stay. As the number of survivors grew, and Transcendents appeared, her father proposed that Xiangshan Base must have order and management.

Otherwise, with the increasing number of survivors, Xiangshan Base would become a chaotic mess.

This was something that no one wanted to see.

Until now, the base had always been overseen by her father and the eleven Transcendents.

The Transcendents were responsible for hunting zombies or leading teams to gather supplies.

And her father was in charge of managing Xiangshan Base.

It had always developed in an orderly fashion.

Even if some hard-headed survivors thought about causing trouble, wanting to eat and drink well, under the deterrence of Tan Qing and the others, they all worked honestly, contributing to the base in order to receive food.

In these times, every bit of food was precious.

It was earned through the struggle of the living, even for her or her father, who couldn’t indulge in fine food and drink at will, but rather followed the rules for distribution, keeping the good food for the eleven Transcendents.

These eleven were the foundation of the base.

Mao Jingjing looked at the scene before her, knowing that it was normal to be afraid when danger approached; everyone would be afraid, everyone would feel fear.

"Everyone, stop, listen to me,"

she shouted loudly.

Yet her voice was drowned out by the noise. The group of survivors scrambling for supplies didn’t hear her at all, completely absorbed in their looting.

At this moment, she seemed like a pitiful soul swaying in a storm.

Mao Jingjing knew it couldn’t go on like this.

Action had to be taken.

She saw a megaphone thrown on the ground, picked it up, turned it on, and screamed with all her might.

"Stop, listen to me,"

she hoped everyone would listen to her.

Suddenly,

the fighting survivors stopped their actions, looking at the isolated and helpless Mao Jingjing. They knew she was Mao Ping’s daughter.

Even the survivors who had fled in panic also stopped, watching what would happen next.

"I know everyone is scared and panicked, with countless hordes of zombies assaulting us, trying to breach our last sanctuary. But have you considered that being afraid, running away, and hiding is useless?

When the zombies break through, will we all still be alive?

Fear can’t solve anything. If fear could solve problems, then let’s all be afraid together and wait for the tide of zombies to recede. Is that even possible? It’s not.

We once had happy families, loved ones by our side, but the apocalypse and the zombies took everything precious from us, leaving us wandering aimlessly through life, like the walking dead. Now we have a place to call home, Xiangshan Base is our last haven.

They are fighting for their lives against the zombies on the city walls, they are scared too, but they know it’s the only thing they can do.

I won’t give an inspiring speech, I just want to say, the choice is yours. I refuse to be a coward. I will avenge my loved ones and protect this last piece of pure land. If you want to be scared, hiding like turtles in their shells waiting for death, go ahead. Regardless of the outcome, I will always believe that if we struggle, we’ll have no regrets."

Mao Jingjing threw the megaphone on the ground and turned towards the direction of the walls.

She had said everything that was on her mind.

The choice was theirs.

She couldn’t force anyone to go.

As Mao Jingjing walked away,

the dazed survivors stood still, before looking at each other, their eyes clashing with a newfound resolve.

One of the survivors continued to move supplies. To him, all those words Mao Jingjing had said were nothing but nonsense.

"She’s right, being scared solves nothing. My family of six was reduced to one by the zombies. I can’t believe I’m here fighting for stuff, trying to keep alive. If they hadn’t saved me back then, I would have already ended my life. If death didn’t scare me then, why should it scare me now? Fuck it, I’m going to fight them."

The talking survivor dropped the supplies he was carrying and ran towards the walls.

"I’m going too."

"To hell with it, we’re all going to die anyway. Might as well die with some courage."

"Count me in."

It wasn’t that Mao Jingjing’s words were particularly inspiring, but rather, in her anguished cry, these survivors were shaken from their panic.

Right.

Is hiding ever useful?

Definitely not.

Courage doesn’t come for free. When one person, or even more, charges forward without looking back, even though you are just as scared, you feel inexplicably inspired.

Just like in a fight, where several people are facing you and your group, and no one has made a move yet. You hesitate, unsure whether to engage, but when your teammates charge into the fray with a roar, even if you feel a bit afraid, you join the rush.

Atop the city wall,

the survivors were petrified by what they saw.

The densely packed zombies roared towards them like a tidal wave; the constant, deafening shrieking kept the pressure on them every moment.

Some survivors’ legs trembled, but they clung to the edge of the wall, refusing to collapse.

Some were pale, their bodies ice cold, hearts seemingly stopped.

"How many are there?"

As one survivor murmured to himself, they all shared the same thought.