"Brother, given the speed we're killing zombies, who knows when we can wipe them all out? There are tens of thousands of them wandering around us. It's always a menace..."
Zhao Dezhu, who never admits defeat, was also downcast, slumped against the car, looking dejected. If you didn't know better, you'd think he spent the whole night doing homework with the chemistry teacher.
Zhang Su looked at the distant, indistinctly moving horde of corpses and said, "We took out over two thousand two nights ago, plus the ones we've killed intermittently, tallying up to four or five thousand. But if we focus on training moving forward, the extermination rate will definitely drop sharply. That's indeed a problem!"
