"Hold on! It's almost dawn! "
"Fire! Shoot! Pull the trigger as hard as you can! "
Under the giant wall, orange-yellow trajectories weaved a net and trapped the zombies outside the wall.
After the NAC soldiers joined the battlefield, the net had persisted for several hours. In the past few hours, the surging zombie tide finally stopped moving forward, and Pingan Street also escaped the threat of being breached.
However, now, the firepower net that had persisted for several hours finally began to be overwhelmed. Under the nibbling of zombies, it gradually began to show signs of weakness.
The armored formation that cut in from the side had exhausted its ammunition, and there was little energy left in the fuel rods. It was now retreating in the direction of the military base.
The four transport helicopters that acted as gunboats also finally exhausted the ammunition in the cabin and began to return to AS Order over the Bohai Bay to resupply.
Aurora-20s provided firepower support as usual, but the limitations of fighters were still there. Although the 20mm machine gun could kill everything in seconds, it could not fire for a long time. The interval between two dives was often more than a minute, but the duration was only a moment. The interval between two air strikes was more than half an hour.
Even if the Aurora-20s were fast, it would take time to resupply.
Looking at the line of defense under the giant wall that was constantly being squeezed, the NAC officer's face finally showed a hint of seriousness.
"Release the incendiary bombs, it will be too late if you don't." Standing next to the officer, Song Chenyu, who had returned to the giant wall, reminded, "If the burning zombies rush into the line of defense, the situation will only get worse."
"I know." The officer frowned, clenched his fists, looked at Song Chenyu, and asked, "How much fuel is left in your inventory?"
"About enough for two more rounds." Song Chenyu smiled bitterly, "You brought so many incendiary bombs. Didn't you think of bringing something like gasoline with you?"
"We didn't bring gasoline, but we brought tactical nukes." The officer shook his head.
Song Chenyu sighed.
Tactical nuclear bombs were very effective against people, but if used on zombies, it would have the opposite effect. Other than the zombies that were eliminated by the first wave of explosions, the remaining radiation would become a breeding ground for the zombies to continue to mutate. It was impossible to rely on radiation to kill these zombies. After all, the X1 bacteria itself was a mutation that could remove radiation …
The line of defense under the giant wall is getting more and more dangerous. The soldiers have inserted bayonets on their rifles and are ready to fight with the zombies who are stepping on the piles of corpses.
Finally, the officer made up his mind and yelled into the walkie-talkie.
"Attention, Logistics Company. Prepare to dump the fuel!"
"Frontline troops, hold on! Throw the Molotov cocktails in one minute! "
Barrels of fuel were poured onto the corpses outside the wall. The jelly-like mixture of fuel, alcohol, and grease seeped through the gaps between the corpses. The yellow oil turned the entire slope into a slippery slope that was as sticky as amber.
The zombies who rushed to the edge of the wall fell on the slippery slope and were stepped on by the zombies behind them. The zombies were glued together and connected to each other.
Pairs of bloodthirsty pupils stared like demons crawling out of hell. Their skinny arms scratched randomly as if they were trying to tear apart the living beings on the wall.
"Molotov cocktails! Fire! "
"Fire!"
In the mortar position, a series of electromagnetic ejection mortars sent Molotov cocktails into the sky.
Accompanied by the whistling of the air, countless shells fell from the sky and exploded into a series of orange-red sparks in the sea of corpses. Flames instantly covered the entire area permeated by fuel, and for a time, the fire lit up the area under the wall as if it was daytime.
In the face of the monstrous fire, the zombies finally stopped.
Feeling the heat wave and stench blowing on their faces, the soldiers all sighed in relief. They unbuttoned their helmets, put the hot rifles aside, leaned against the wall to rest, and took over the water or nutrient supply from the logisticians.
Finally, they could rest for a while.
Standing on the giant wall, the mood of the NAC officer was different from the soldiers who were able to catch a breather.
The remaining fuel was only enough for one use.
However, there were still more than four hours before dawn.
He looked at the third line of defense that he didn't know how long it would take to repair, and the burning fire. His eyebrows furrowed into a hemp rope.
This place was different from Wanghai. Wanghai did have several mutant waves, but as the name suggests, most of the zombies surrounding the settlement were mutants, and the density of active zombies was not high.
Although the mutants were more dangerous, it was easier to deal with them. And whether it was the walls of the Sixth Street or the Fishbone base, they were far superior to the temporary defense line.
After all, it was a temporary wall, and the zombies could easily pile up a small hill on the edge of the wall. The soldiers on the wall could only repeatedly pour gasoline and burn the corpses. However, it was difficult to ignite the skinny zombies, and the NAC expeditionary force didn't sell fuel. The remaining fuel wouldn't last long.
The most important thing was that the ashes were piled up in the corner without anyone cleaning them up. Under the repeated trampling of the zombies, the ashes were completely covered. It wouldn't be long before they couldn't pour gasoline anymore!
…
The square on Pingan Street was temporarily requisitioned by the NAC expeditionary force as the base of the command center.
In the staff room in the command center, the holographic screen flashed a faint blue light. The officer commanding the battle on the giant wall was standing in the center of the holographic screen and quickly reported to the NAC Chief of Staff, Han Junhua.
"… the second line of defense is about to collapse. There are more and more zombie corpses, and there is only enough fuel left to clear. I suggest we retreat to the third line of defense, and then delineate the fourth line of defense behind the third line of defense for construction … "
"The third line of defense is not yet completed," Han Junhua said emotionlessly, "I need you to hold on for another hour."
"One hour." On the holographic screen, the officer commanding the battle on the giant wall looked slightly pale.
Han Junhua looked at the officer who didn't speak and just asked emotionlessly.
"Can't you do it?"
Cold sweat rolled down from his forehead, and the officer quickly stood up straight. He pounded his chest with his right fist and shouted, "Defend the line of defense!"
Towards this cold-faced and emotionless staff officer, he revered him from the bottom of his heart, or rather, feared him. Instead of being her enemy, he would rather face the sea of corpses under the giant wall.
"Mhmm." Han Junhua nodded. "Then go."
"Yes!"
The holographic image flickered slightly. After the image of the officer disappeared, it was replaced by Zhang Zhuo, who was commanding the troops to exchange fire with the CCCP inside Line 27.
The screen was dark, and from time to time, stray bullets could be seen flying past the bunker. From this point alone, it was clear that his situation at the moment was not optimistic.
Zhang Zhuo spoke quickly and reported to Han Junhua.
"Those CCCP soldiers are rushing over like zombies, and there is no end to them! Dammit! I suspect they — "
"It's clones," Han Junhua said.
"… That's what I think." Zhang Zhuo swallowed hard. "Do you have any good ideas?"
Han Junhua fell into silence.
Her fingers gently tapped on the table, and after a long time, she said.
"There is one way."
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