The Walking Dead: I Sell Arms as a Sixth-Rate Seller in the Apocalypse

13:56 p.m.

A temporary National Guard camp located 40 km southwest of Fort Benning military base.

Corporal Brad is taking inventory of the weapons and equipment on two M939 military trucks.

"Four Carl Gustaf M4 rocket launchers, three FIM92E Stinger anti-aircraft missiles, three M249 general-purpose machine guns, three M240 general-purpose machine guns, three M107 anti-materiel sniper rifles, five M24 bolt-action sniper rifles, seven AR-15 assault rifles, three SCAR-L assault rifles, five M32A1 grenade launchers, three FGM-148F Javelin anti-tank missiles, two M110 silenced sniper rifles, and various types of ammunition..."

At that moment, a young female officer came up to Brad, patted him on the shoulder, and said something.

"Brad, are you still counting these things?"

Brad turned around and complained.

"Emily, how many times have I told you not to bother me when I'm doing statistics? Why don't you listen?"

The person who came was none other than Emily Davis, Brad's comrade-in-arms and girlfriend, who was also a corporal.

"Hmph, Carver and Miller went to find a water source, so it's just you and me here. Don't you want to do something to me?"

Emily, like a mischievous little imp, pressed her index finger against Brad's chapped lips as she looked at her boyfriend, who was two years younger than her.

"Emily, don't do this. I need to finish the statistics first. At least, not now."

“Don’t be silly, Brad. These things won’t be lost even if we leave them here. Ever since Captain Wells took that damaged Black Hawk helicopter to find other safe camps, you’ve been coming to take stock of these things every six hours. You haven’t even come to see me anymore. Do you think I and the kids are less important than these cold weapons?”

Seeing his girlfriend unhappy, Brad could only put down the statistical table in his hand and stroke Emily's slightly protruding belly to comfort her.

“Honey, I’ve neglected you lately, but it’s not that I don’t care about you. I’ve had a bad feeling lately, like some terrible thing is about to happen. For your safety, I need to make sure these weapons are in good condition. When danger comes, I’ll be the first to stand up and protect you with these weapons.”

Upon hearing this, Emily snorted coldly and didn't buy it.

"Hmph, you're just too nervous. We've already driven those men in black away, so how could there be any more terror? For us, the scariest thing right now is the lack of water and food. I'm eating MRE instant rations every day, and I'm about to throw up. If we can't get fresh vegetables and meat, it's questionable whether our children can even survive."

Upon hearing this, Brad frowned and roared at Emily.

"You have the nerve to say that? If you hadn't sneaked in to see me that day without using any precautions, would this child have even come?"

Upon hearing this, tears welled up in Emily's eyes, finally spilling out like dewdrops on lotus leaves in the morning, rolling gently down with endless sorrow.

"You scumbag, who was it that said they would take responsibility for her? Now you're blaming me? You degenerate scum!"

Hearing his girlfriend's hysterical words, Brad felt guilty. It was indeed his fault. If the zombie apocalypse hadn't happened, he had planned to ask his boss for leave and take Emily home to meet his parents and finalize their marriage. But the sudden zombie apocalypse disrupted his plans. If he hadn't used his connections to stay at the military base to take care of Emily, they would be fighting off the zombie attacks in various districts and counties of Georgia, just like everyone else.

However, at that moment, bursts of gunfire rang out in the distance.

"Da da da—"

Upon hearing the gunshot, the two stopped arguing and looked in the direction from which the gunshot came.

From the northeast, a flock of birds flew out of the forest and soared into the sky.

"Da da da—"

Gunfire rang out again. Brad and Emily heard gunfire once more, grabbed two AR15 assault rifles from the M939 military truck, stood on the truck bed, and aimed at the jungle to the northeast.

"Hiss hiss hiss—"

The jungle to the northeast stirred, and two figures appeared in Brad and Emily's ACOG scopes.

A white soldier was seen helping another white soldier walk toward them. Once Brad and Emily could see their faces, Brad was the first to rush forward and help the injured white soldier.

Miller, what's wrong with you?

Carver, supporting Miller, explained to Brad.

"When Miller and I were searching for water on the outskirts, we encountered a group of survivors. They opened fire on us without asking any questions. We used our combat experience to kill them. Suddenly, an M60A3 Patton tank came out from behind them and ran over our position."

"We decided to retreat immediately. Miller was hit in the thigh by an enemy bullet during our retreat. Judging from the caliber, it was 7.62 mm. I suspected it was the work of an enemy sniper. So I took the wounded Miller and fought the enemy in the jungle for a while. After shaking them off, I brought Miller back here."

After listening to Carver's explanation, Brad nodded and said...

"Carver, carry Miller into the tent first, then come with me to prepare for battle. With Emily here, Miller will be fine."

Finished.

Carver carried the injured Miller into the military tent where they lived.

Emily took out medical alcohol and sanitary napkins and began to wipe the blood flowing from the wound on Miller's injured right leg. To prevent Miller from shouting and revealing his location, Emily put a wooden stick into Miller's mouth and made him bite it. Then she took out tweezers and began to remove the bullet from the wound on the side of his thigh.

Inside an M939 military truck.

Brad handed Carver a Carl Gustaf M4 rocket launcher, while he himself picked up an M32A1 grenade launcher, loaded it with six high-explosive grenades, and aimed it at the woods to the northeast.

Fifteen minutes later.

An M60A3 Patton tank came into view.

Brad was the first to notice and called out to Carver beside him.

"One M60A3 Patton tank at 10 o'clock! Fire!"

"Whoosh—"

Kavor pressed the launch button, and an 84mm tandem armor-piercing round flew toward the M60A3 Patton tank, trailing a plume of smoke.

"Boom—"

An explosion occurred at the location of the Patton tank in the distance, and smoke enveloped the M60A3, preventing outsiders from seeing the true situation through the smoke.

Brad asked Carver, who was standing next to him.

"Did you hit it? Did you take down that tank?"

"It should have hit the target, right?"

Kavor gave an uncertain answer.

However, just as the two were speculating, the Patton tank suddenly burst out of the smoke and then aimed its M68 105mm rifled gun at the M939 military truck where Brad and Carver were.

"boom---"

The M60A3 Patton's M68 105mm rifled gun fired, and a HEAT shell flew toward Brad.

"Boom boom—"

Like the 84mm tandem armor-piercing round fired by Kavor, that HEAT round did not directly hit the target, but instead exploded on the ground next to the target.

However, the M939 military truck did not have the heavy armor and tonnage of the M60A3 Patton tank. The front of the truck was directly overturned by the force of the armor-piercing round explosion, and Brad and Carver, who were standing on the truck bed, were also thrown off the truck bed by the impact.

Upon seeing this, the driver of the M60A3 Patton shouted to the person behind him.

"Brothers, their supplies and weapons are all ours now, charge!"

As the driver shouted, dozens of thugs armed with various weapons appeared behind the tank, including some dressed in old-fashioned camouflage uniforms.

Just then, the tank's roof was opened, and a Spaniard emerged from it. He was holding an AT-4 disposable rocket launcher, standing on the tank turret, laughing as he looked at the burning M939 military truck in front of him.

However, before he could laugh for long, the roar of a helicopter engine came from the northeast.

A gray-black CH-47F Chinook transport helicopter flew over here.

However, the dozen or so thugs in front of them didn't take it seriously and continued running towards their destination, howling and shouting.

Inside the Chinook transport helicopter.

Franklin saw the overturned and burning M939 military truck below and warned the other three people in the plane.

"Our camp has been attacked! Everyone prepare for battle."

Upon hearing this, Sean and Rick placed their hands on the electric triggers of their M134 Gatling guns, ready to fire down below at any moment.

Ten seconds later.

As the Chinook transport helicopter approached the camp, Rick spotted the M60A3 Patton tank parked beside the woods, and a Spaniard on board carrying an AT-4 disposable rocket launcher.

"It's that sour radish bitch Martin Ness!"

Upon hearing Rick's shout, Sean looked down and saw a dozen thugs armed with various weapons walking towards the burning truck. Underneath the truck lay two people in army combat uniforms. He then shouted to the other three.

"The two people lying on the ground are our men! They were attacked by this gang of thugs!"

Just then, a whooshing sound came from below.

"Whoosh—"

An 84mm HEAT anti-tank round flew into the air.

With quick reflexes, Franklin immediately pulled the control lever, barely dodging the attack of the armor-piercing round.

The Spaniard below, holding an AT-4 rocket launcher, saw that his attack had missed and immediately climbed into the tank, shouting to the driver in front.

"My attack failed. Get me out of here quickly."

"Boom—"

A plume of black smoke billowed from the exhaust vent of the M60A3 Patton tank as it rapidly reversed northeast.

Upon seeing this, Rick immediately spoke to Franklin.

"Oh no! That tank is trying to escape! We can't let it get away!"

After Rick finished speaking, he pulled the trigger. The M134 Gatling gun, with its rate of fire of 6000 rounds per minute, instantly fired hundreds of 7.62mm bullets at the M60A3 Patton tank below.

However, such dense and terrifying attacks could only produce clanging sounds when they hit the main turret of the M60A3 Patton tank, as if it were just tickling it.

At this moment, Rick also became angry and threatened those below.

"Very well, very well, Martin Ness, you bastard, you've successfully angered me. I'm going to let you taste what it's like to have C4 fall from the sky!"

After making his threat, Rick immediately spent 20 points to buy 20 C4 remote-controlled bombs from the store. He took out 10 of them and shouted at Sean next to him.

"Corporal Sean, throw these 10 C4 remote-controlled bombs down at the tanks and thugs below."

Upon hearing Rick's words, Sean took the 10 C4 remote-controlled bombs that Rick handed him and, together with Rick, threw them at the M60A3 Patton tank that was reversing below and the rioters who were yelling and screaming.

The tank below stopped reversing when it saw that the Chinook transport helicopter above had stopped firing. However, as soon as the tank stopped, it was hit by several objects that looked like bricks falling from the sky. One of them hit the driver's observation port. The driver opened the driver's hatch and took the brick-like object into the tank to examine it.

Upon seeing this, Rick chuckled and addressed the other three people in the plane.

"Guys, look down here. Next, I'm going to treat you to a fireworks show!"

The three of them looked down as Rick had instructed, while Rick took out a remote control with a red light on and muttered to himself.

"Hehehe, Martin Ness, you son of a bitch, if I don't blow you up this time, I'll take your last name, Rick."

Finished.

Rick activated the remote control in his hand, and when the red light in the center of the remote control lit up, Rick smiled sinisterly.