The Heavily Armored Celestial Master Zhang Goudan

With the engine panting violently like an old cow, the 15-year-old Wuling Zhiguang drifted to a high speed of 180 yards. At such a high speed, the bronze-armored zombies chasing behind him were getting closer and closer. In the car with the back seat removed, Zhang Wei spit out a mouthful of tobacco, and then decisively pulled the trigger of the Maxim heavy machine gun at his fingertips; in half a minute, a 333-round ammunition belt was completely emptied. It was too late to put on a new bullet chain, Zhang Wei took up the big knife in his hand and jumped off the speeding Wuling Bun...