When Xiaoyun arrived at Qingyuan, it was already four in the morning.
Every soldier on the buses was extremely tired, but none of them were willing to fall asleep as they were now in an active war zone.
However, as Xiaoyun's army traveled closer and closer to the city, it was dead silent.
The fog was all over the city, blocking visibility to the point that everyone could only see a hundred feet in front of them.
"Shit... This is not a good sign."
Despite the signs, Xiaoyun knew he had to continue, as he still had high hopes that Zhen Ren would hold on long enough.
After driving all the way to the entrance of the city, there were already several bodies lying on the floor, with a few zombies on top of the bodies digging inside the flesh.
Without needing Xiaoyun to say anything, several of the soldiers that were on the first bus opened fire and took care of it easily.