"Over here, over here! Give us a hand!"
A massive military truck cautiously reversed, soldiers clustered at the back. Every soldier had a long blade hung around their chest on a chain. This symbol might seem unfamiliar to outsiders, but for the residents of Dangerous Sanctuary City, it was all too familiar. These soldiers were part of Linhan's troops, renowned for fending off waves of large zombie hordes with unparalleled battle records.
Among them was Ghost Head. As the soldiers behind the truck yelled instructions, the enormous truck—nearly two or three times the size of pre-Apocalypse cargo trucks—finally halted in position. Even the once-wide streets seemed narrow compared to the truck's massive bulk, and as it stopped, its rear casually knocked down a wall, but no one paid it any attention.
"Hurry up! Get moving!"
Once the truck braked, a sergeant in a specialized military uniform waved his hand, commanding the soldiers to clamber onto the truck.
Three!
Two!
One!
Push!
