Chapter 2721 - 1839: Conscription (It’s Almost Time for Short Sleeves)_2

Chapter 2721: Chapter 1839: Conscription (It’s Almost Time for Short Sleeves)_2

"What?"

"Stop joking around!"

Upon hearing Duanmu Huai’s words, everyone immediately burst into an uproar.

"You want us to fight zombies? What kind of joke is that! Absolutely impossible!"

"I won’t do it!!"

In an instant, protests rose one after another, but Duanmu Huai just looked at them coldly and snorted.

"Hmph------!"

In just a moment, an unparalleled aura of fear suddenly erupted, making everyone feel as if a hammer had struck their hearts. Those who were shouting and yelling felt as if their throats had been squeezed shut, leaving them silent.

"I think you seem to have misunderstood, civilians."

Duanmu Huai stared at the crowd and spoke again.

"This is an order, not a request. If you want to leave, then I don’t mind punishing you."

"W-why? I just want to leave......"

"But there’s a strong possibility you’ll get infected and turn into a zombie. I won’t allow that to happen."

"............."

The crowd was left dumbfounded and speechless by Duanmu Huai’s response. It was then that a short-haired woman stood up with effort, stared at Duanmu Huai, and spoke again.

"But we have no weapons."

"Do you take me for a fool? Do you think I’ve asked you to fight zombies with your teeth and fists?"

Duanmu Huai glanced at the short-haired woman, then gestured. The next moment, everyone saw a large box appear in front of them out of thin air, and Duanmu Huai directly opened the lid. Inside were several long objects that looked like...

"Guns?"

The crowd stared at the weapons in the box, feeling utterly bewildered.

They really must be dreaming!

Even the short-haired woman gazed dumbfoundedly at the weapon box. She cautiously approached as if it were a treasure box monster that might bite Frieren. Eventually, she reached out and picked up a gun from the box.

"Is this... a real gun?"

"Mary, guide them, please."

When it came to firearms, Duanmu Huai had no intention of managing them. Although theoretically, he should showcase them in front of everyone. But Duanmu Huai knew his own limitations—if he fired here, who knew where the bullet would land? It would be a major embarrassment.

On the other hand, Mary, with her Golden Pupil, was an impeccable marksman. These standard Imperial weapons were extremely easy to handle, even a child could use them—Duanmu Huai quietly thanked himself for having looted that military warehouse before leaving Hive City. At least for now, the arms should be enough for a regiment.

"Okay."

Mary nodded and approached the short-haired woman, then softly advised her. The latter showed rare restraint but still picked up the gun under Mary’s guidance, aimed at a nearby car, disengaged the safety, pulled the trigger, and then...

"Whirr------!"

A flash of red laser burst from the gun’s muzzle, striking the target car and burning a large hole through the door.

"-----------!"

The short-haired woman widened her eyes in shock, staring at the weapon in her hand.

"Wait, what kind of gun is this?"

"A laser gun, it’s a standard weapon, perfect for dealing with zombies."

Duanmu Huai answered.

"These zombies are exceptionally hard to kill by ordinary means, so the best approach is to burn them directly. Therefore, laser weapons with high temperatures are much more effective against zombies than regular firearms."

"No, I mean......"

Faced with Duanmu Huai’s explanation, the short-haired woman became uncharacteristically flustered, while the others were also bewildered.

"Laser guns... aren’t they something from sci-fi movies? They don’t exist in reality......"

"This isn’t something civilians need to worry about."

Duanmu Huai shut the short-haired woman down with a single sentence. She opened her mouth like a fish, then obediently closed it, raised the laser gun once more, and aimed and fired.

With the short-haired woman as an example, the others also stepped forward cautiously, picking up laser guns from the box. Following Mary’s guidance, they began learning how to use the firearms. Seeing the obedient civilians, Duanmu Huai nodded and looked at the four people not far behind him.

"You too."

"Us too?"

The three flight attendants were taken aback, but Duanmu Huai raised an eyebrow.

"Why else would I enlist you? Go!"

"........I understand."

The long-haired, heavily made-up flight attendant gritted her teeth and nodded vigorously, looking at her companions.

"We must protect ourselves, can’t rely on others forever! Besides, I’ve always wanted to shoot a gun!"

Upon hearing the long-haired flight attendant’s words, the other two hesitated but then joined her, selecting weapons. As for the company employee who was rescued, he quietly moved to the others and started practicing shooting.

Meanwhile, Mary and Ling’Nu took on the role of instructors, teaching them how to hold a gun, not to point the muzzle at others, and to keep fingers off the trigger during non-firing times. When shooting, aim for the limbs rather than the head. With guns in hand, the civilians seemed to calm down a bit. Especially with the visible power of the laser gun, even car doors got melted with a single shot—nothing demonstrated its power better than that.

This eased the survivors’ anxiety somewhat; at least it’s better than facing zombies unarmed.

But surprises always occur.

"Ah-------!"

While most were training, suddenly a scream erupted. Everyone turned their heads to see a man holding a weapon with one hand and grabbing Ogis, who had been observing nearby, with the other. She stood quietly, unmoving like a doll.

"Let me leave here!"

The man shouted loudly amidst the crowd’s scrutiny.

"I don’t want to fight zombies. Though you’ve given us weapons, ultimately, aren’t you sending us to fight zombies?"

"Indeed."

Duanmu Huai nodded.

"I won’t do it! You all know how fierce those zombies are! Even with a gun! We definitely can’t beat those guys!"

The man shouted at the other survivors. Hearing his words, those who felt calm because of their weapons remembered the terrifying tide-like surge of zombies. Indeed, even if they held guns, what could they do against that fearless, crazy death charge?

"We have to leave this city! Get far away! Anyone willing to leave, come with me!"

The man pointed the gun at Ogis’s forehead, shouting loudly. Hearing his call, the survivors wore complex expressions. Part of them felt it was ungrateful, but another part acknowledged they were given weapons to become cannon fodder......

"Don’t move!"

The man glared at Duanmu Huai, eyes red.

"I know your armor’s powerful, but if you dare move, I’ll kill this girl!"

However, faced with the man’s threat, Duanmu Huai remained indifferent.

"Inciting rebellion, utterly foolish... Ogis, don’t kill him, I want others to see the outcome of defying the Tribunal!"

"Okay, Master."

As Ogis’s voice fell, suddenly, the man’s hands inexplicably detached from his arms, dropping the gun to the ground. Then Ogis gently moved her fingers, and puppet strings wrapped around the man’s dismembered arms, lifting him up.

"Ahhhh!!!"

The pain of losing both hands was not something an ordinary person could endure. The man screamed miserably, unable to contain it. The other survivors, witnessing this scene, widened their eyes in horror, retreating en masse.

But Duanmu Huai paid no mind to this. He pondered for a moment, then turned to the girls beside him.

"Lumiaire, it’s your turn."

"What do you want me to do, Great Judge?"

"Make this guy into a Mecha Servant. I have the materials; I previously plundered quite a bit from the Mechanical Religion. We’re short of a gear carrier; make him one."

"You want me to? Maria’s more familiar with that, I only know the procedures......"

"Maria’s not here, you’ll fill in temporarily."

"Alright."

Lumiaire sighed helplessly, nodding.

"What form he’ll end up in, I can’t say."

"Practice makes perfect; consider it practice."