The interior of the vegetable market isn't large, roughly 300-400 square meters. There are four storefronts on each side, and the middle consists of shanty stalls made from steel frames for numerous vendors.

However, at this time, the scattered selling points have mostly been dismantled, with various broken and debris parts strewn all over the ground.

Desolate! Despondent! This is the most genuine feeling in every survivor's heart. Owing to this environment and these feelings, that long-lost survival instinct of the apocalyptic world has once again filled every survivor's body.

Looking across the entire area, several zombies roamed the ruins, with an estimated count of at least seven.

Perhaps due to not having seen humans in a long while, these zombies appeared particularly agitated after spotting the Survivor Squad.

"Everyone, be careful! Don't let your guard down! Watch your step!" In the past, handling this number of zombies would have been no problem for the Survivor Squad, but today is different from the past. Considering the two months of shelter behind high walls, Tang Xiaoquan timely issued a warning to his companions.

After all, fighting against zombies is treacherous; any negligence could be fatal. It won't give you another chance, and even a scratch from it could mark the end of your life immediately.

However, Wei Dazhuang apparently didn't heed Tang Xiaoquan's warning. He indifferently drew out the scythe he had prepared from his back. Its long-untouched edge gleamed with a "greedy" light in the sun, as if telling its master it was "desperate" for blood!

Dazhuang paid no attention to others and single-handedly approached an excited zombie in front of him.

With a swift fell of the scythe, the tip of the blade cleaved into the zombie's skull with unerring precision.

With one strike, Dazhuang kicked the beast's abdomen, and before he could draw out the scythe in his right hand, his already poised left hand slashed counterclockwise downward toward another beast on the side.

"Crack," with the crisp sound of a neck snapping, a dazzling spray of blood shot out, and as the blood mist fell, a large zombie head rolled onto the ground.

Impressive! Tang Xiaoquan stepped on the grisly head that rolled to his feet, as streams of black blood continued to ooze from the neck cut.

Looking at the neat cut by the scythe, Tang Xiaoquan couldn't help but take in a cold breath.

It's not like he'd never seen such a scene before; he remembered when he first met Hu Xiaodong, the latter had amazed him with a similar technique.

However, what differs from Hu Xiaodong's technique is that Dazhuang relied entirely on brute strength to fiercely sever the head, which clearly showed his anger and hatred towards the zombies!!

With Dazhuang setting the "example," the scent of blood reignited the survivors' old battle instincts. They rushed forward, each picking a target, and soon cleared out the zombies scattered around the vegetable market.

The entire enemy-killing process was much smoother than Tang Xiaoquan had anticipated. At least the squad's physical strength and movements hadn't deteriorated much from the overly "stable" life they had been leading, also highlighting that the past two weeks of continuous exercise had a positive effect.

And as the zombies were cleared out, the vast market instantly fell silent, the sudden change making the survivors feel somewhat uneasy.

But now is not the time to daze. After a brief consideration, Tang Xiaoquan quickly assigned tasks: "Alright! Qiang, follow me and handle these four shops! Dazhuang, Wu Chao, you two take that side! Xiao Wen, be on guard in the middle, especially watch out for Uncle Zhao. If anything goes awry on his end, notify us immediately! Don't linger!"

Having said this, Tang Xiaoquan took the lead and ran towards the designated area.

The storefronts are around 10 square meters each. The space itself can't hold much, especially for stores selling vegetables and fruits. If they relied solely on this small area to do business, their monthly earnings probably wouldn't even cover the basic rent.

Thus, the store owners wisely utilized the fine tradition of our hardworking people. They expanded their space by building wooden tables and chairs in front of their stores.

This way, not only could they increase the variety of goods sold, but they also partly avoided the "wasting" of national land resources.

One must admit, this is indeed a "beneficial" measure for the country and its people!

After arduously passing through the obstacles of "illegal construction," Tang Xiaoquan and Wang Qiang arrived at the first shop.

The shop was quiet, and no one was inside the easily visible store. The store owner, who should have been warmly greeting customers, was long gone, as evidenced by bloodstains on the steps suggesting some issues had occurred.

Tang Xiaoquan naturally didn't have the luxury to ponder the shopkeeper's fate; he had seen too many such tragedies. Though it didn't make him numb, he was certainly more "calm and composed" compared to the initial "compassion."

After all, the dead are gone, and as a living person, he must strive to survive. In this perilous abandoned city, he certainly didn't want to become sentimental over a possibly deceased stranger and thereby endanger himself.

He quickly glanced at the expanded stall outside. Various fruits and vegetables had decomposed into mush under the past two months of sun exposure.

Mosquitoes and flies buzzed, and maggots squirmed. The vegetable market that had once provided convenience for people had now become a breeding ground for animals.

Suppressing his urge to vomit, Tang Xiaoquan forcefully pulled out a bag of long-grain rice from Northeast China hidden under the stall.

Fortunately, the packaging of the rice bag was intact, which heralded that the survivors' search mission would not end in vain.

Rice, flour, instant noodles, mineral water were loaded onto the urban management vehicle, one after another.

As the loading continued, Tang Xiaoquan felt more assured of the value of this trip.

Despite the small size of these eight storefronts, the variety inside was astonishing.

Everything from food, drinks, household items, small items like toothpaste, washbasins, and condiments, to large items like rice, flour, and televisions. Everything one might use daily could be found.

This couldn't help but fascinate Tang Xiaoquan. In his opinion, instead of calling this place a vegetable market, it might be more appropriate to call it a general store.

Of course, given the capacity of the urban management vehicle's trunk, the survivors did some necessary screening of the materials.

Items like portable DVDs and small televisions were naturally excluded from the transport, while essentials related to survival, like food and drink, were loaded onto the vehicle without exception by the Survivor Squad.

Time flew by, and the survivors' efforts were quickly rewarded. The once empty trunk of the urban management vehicle was now filled with various supply provisions.

At this point, the survivors finally showed satisfied smiles.

Next, how to safely and successfully transport these supplies back to the base became the top priority for the Survivor Squad to consider!!

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