Shawn raised his eyes.
He glanced at the countdown timer in his field of vision.
The Third Wave of Blood Moon Arrives (Hundred Walkers)
00:17:58:07:33
Less than 1 day remained, and time was still ticking by, second by second.
The Blood Moon was likely to arrive around midnight tonight; the sky within Shawn's line of sight seemed to be turning a faint red.
Originally, Shawn was a bit worried about whether the current construction progress of the Prison could withstand the invasion of the third Blood Moon.
But now, it was good; someone had volunteered to set up Camp and guard the perimeter of the Prison.
"Thank you to the top supporter for providing protection. With your protection, I feel incredibly at ease."
Shawn even felt a little anticipation.
Woodbury's 100 people versus 100 Blood Moon Walkers—who would ultimately emerge victorious?
The conflict between the Prison and Woodbury was irreconcilable, so the Governor would definitely not give up and leave.
Even if they didn't Camp outside the Prison's main gate, they would surely be wandering in the surrounding jungles of the Prison.
So, they just needed to wait another 18 hours, and everything would be revealed.
"Time for a nap."
Shawn had been on guard all night and was already quite tired. He collapsed onto the black leather sofa and fell into a deep sleep.
At the same time.
Outside the Prison.
The Governor stood at the front of the convoy, frozen in place for a while.
Everyone thought he too had been startled by the explosion, but a glance at his subtly shifting eyes revealed that…
He was thinking, thinking about how to enter the Prison, how to cut out Merle's tongue, and how to cut off the heads of everyone in the Prison.
Just like his own Walker daughter, whose head had been removed.
"Governor, what should we do?"
Martinez still addressed him as 'Governor'.
He gave the Governor a look; at this moment, wavering discussions were gradually starting within the convoy.
The militiamen of Woodbury were actually ordinary Community residents who had gradually been assimilated. Aside from having firearms and the ability to be ruthless, they were not much different from regular Community residents.
When that scene just happened, with the pickup truck being directly launched nearly ten meters high, the impact it brought in that instant made them feel like retreating.
"What was that just now? Did they find an armory?"
"He's dead, Steven's dead!"
"Maybe we should leave here first. This place just gives me a feeling of dread. I feel like I'm next…"
"Look, they even opened the main gate! There must still be unexploded dynamite buried here, there must be!"
"…"
In the view of the Woodbury group.
From a distance, the Prison's barbed wire gate slowly opened. Merle even stood up on the watchtower, cupped his hands in a 'C' shape to his mouth, and blew a loud whistle.
Rick stood in the open space in the middle of the gate, frowning as he looked over, meeting the Governor's gaze directly, fearless.
After watching for a while, Rick led his people away, leaving only Merle and the Big guy, who remained on several watchtowers to keep watch.
The Governor narrowed his eyes.
Just now, he was wondering if the Prison's explosion was also a bluff.
But seeing the Prison's attitude now, he was somewhat uncertain.
Perhaps there really were high-powered explosives still buried here?
Hearing Martinez's question, the Governor didn't speak. He just snatched the rifle from his hand, pulled back the bolt, and fired a burst of shots into the open ground ahead.
Bullets, too fast for the eye to follow, embedded themselves in the dirt and wooden stakes, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Click, click, click--
Only when the rifle's chamber produced an empty sound did the Governor slowly lower the muzzle.
He stood in place, silent for a moment, then spoke without turning his head.
"You all saw it just now; there are no remaining explosives here. We still have 13 vehicles. Who is willing to go?"
As soon as the Governor said this, everyone immediately looked at each other, and then their gazes collectively fell on Martinez. Who else, since Martinez was the Governor's closest subordinate?
Martinez's face stiffened, because he even felt the Governor's gaze.
The Governor didn't turn his head, but from the narrow, elongated corner of his eye, a cold gaze swept over him in his peripheral vision.
With a dry laugh, Martinez voluntarily took a step back, waved his hand, and said in a negotiating tone.
"The people in the Prison are too cunning. Down in that deep pit, I even heard the roar of Walkers."
"Perhaps we should find a more reliable way to test it again."
Agreeing was impossible, especially when Martinez heard words like 'armory' among the crowd.
Even if the Prison's people hadn't found heavy weaponry, some simple 'tripwire' traps, or landmines triggered by downward pressure, would be enough to slowly kill them all outside.
There were countless weapons in war designed to counter infantry; who knew what the people in the Prison had found?
Of course, most importantly, Martinez didn't want to die, even if there was only a slight possibility.
Having struggled to survive until now in this shitty apocalypse, the remaining people would rather live humbly than die easily.
Hearing this, the Governor turned his head, his gaze shifting from Martinez to his 'army'.
His expression instantly changed from cold to gentle, and he forced a smile.
"Quiet down, listen to me."
"Of course, I wouldn't let everyone take risks. In fact, I already thought of a solution."
Hearing the Governor say this, the discussions among the crowd gradually quieted down, until it was silent.
"When they came to Woodbury, they used a horde of Walkers to disrupt us. Walkers are a weapon in their hands."
The Governor spoke loudly, his expression unchanged.
"So this time, we should use the same method to fight them."
"Everyone, starting now, in groups of ten, we will spread out and herd the Walkers."
"Bring all of them here, and let the already dead bodies pave the way for us."
"Let us treat them the way they treated us!"
The Governor's impromptu speech once again stirred up a chorus of obedient shouts.
Under Martinez's arrangement, the army, now less than a hundred strong, was divided into ten teams. Seven of them spread out and began to capture Walkers from the surrounding jungle.
The Governor, meanwhile, took Martinez and the remaining three teams, about 20-plus people, and circled around to the right side of the Prison.
"Where did they get so many materials? They didn't have them last time I saw."
Martinez was a bit confused. Last time, he personally participated in the capture of Michonne, and naturally, he also saw the Prison's barbed wire fence.
But he hadn't expected that in just 2-3 short weeks, a high wall had already been built around it.
These high walls were even sturdier than Woodbury's iron plates; they were practically an ideal survivor's Camp.
'If only I could survive in a Camp like this…'
Martinez even found himself fantasizing, but the Governor's actions beside him quickly brought him back to reality.
"What's wrong?"
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