My 100th Rebirth a day before the Apocalypse novel Chapter 541

Fortunately, the sniper’s bullets, with their higher velocity and power, still proved effective.

One well-placed shot from the snipers was enough to take down a zombie, providing crucial support from the watch towers above.

Their precision shots helped to thin the horde, giving the ground forces a much-needed advantage in the ongoing battle.

Vulure’s radio crackled during this chaos, he almost couldn’t hear it because of the loud gunfire around him and the sound of the zombie’s roaring from all around the outside wall.

He grabbed the radio, the crackle of static breaking the silence before Kisha’s voice came through. "Vulture, do you copy?"

"Young Madam, I’m here. Copy." His response was steady, the urgency of the situation clear in his tone.

"Great, I need you to head out with Sparrow," Kisha said without wasting any time.

"With the evolving zombies becoming more unpredictable and powerful, Sparrow will need you on this mission to provide defensive support for the team."

Vulture paused for a moment, scanning the area as the zombies continued to advance.

Thankfully, their numbers seemed to be dwindling.

His gaze shifted to Sparrow’s truck, which was steadily making its way toward the gate.

The others were already preparing to open it, and Vulture knew there wasn’t much time left to act.

"I’ll go, Young Madam," Vulture replied. As soon as Sparrow’s truck reached the gate and the front of the vehicle passed the wall, Vulture swiftly leaped from the top of the wall, landing with a loud creak and thud on the truck’s roof.

Despite the noise, Sparrow remained focused and didn’t flinch, continuing to drive without hesitation.

As soon as Vulture landed on the roof of Sparrow’s truck, he quickly stashed his radio away.

He didn’t need to carry anything—food and supplies would be provided when necessary. Crouching low, he positioned himself on the roof like a spider, steady and alert.

As the truck barreled through the zombies in its path, Vulture focused, his hands moving swiftly.

He conjured a protective earth wall in front of the truck, shaping it into a triangular barrier.

The wall cleared the way, allowing the truck to bulldoze forward with ease, pushing through the relentless undead without slowing.

The soldiers and warriors who had been standing on top of the wall were momentarily stunned by what Vulture had done just now.

It took them a moment to process what they had just seen, but soon, they regained their composure and refocused on their task.

Working together, they continued to eliminate the incoming zombies, clearing the path for Sparrow’s team.

It wasn’t any easier for Sparrow and his crew.

The road ahead was clogged with evolving zombies, and their trucks shook violently with each undead body they ran over.

Despite the constant jolting of the truck, they didn’t slow down. They pushed forward relentlessly, determined to make it through the dense swarm.

As soon as Sparrow reached the farthest point where the snipers from the watchtower could no longer see them, he slammed his foot on the gas, causing Vulture to jerk backward from the roof.

Fortunately, Vulture’s quick reflexes saved him, but not without a few curse words for Sparrow.

’Damn this jerk! He’s doing that on purpose!’ Vulture thought, gritting his teeth as he leaned down closer to the truck, trying to avoid being swept away by the rushing wind.

Then, without warning, Sparrow made a sharp left turn, nearly sending Vulture flying off the truck’s roof.