A sea of zombies.
Standing on top of the sentry tower and looking around, the densely packed zombies formed a black mass. This scene could only be seen in the city center, but now it appeared in the quiet rural area. No one knew why the mutants flood broke out. Perhaps it was because of the lack of living space in the city center, or perhaps it was the urge to hunt for food. Regardless, it happened.
Such a despairing scene would make any onlooker's scalp go numb.
The twenty meter wall didn't give people any more sense of security. Because.
Howls echoed as the throwers staggered toward the wall of the Fishbone base. They threw the baby zombies in their hands at the soldiers on the wall. The baby-sized zombies wailed in agony as they opened their dry and cracked mouths and threw themselves at the soldiers firing.
Then, they exploded!
"Ah! My eyes! "A soldier whose face was splashed by acid covered his face as he wailed and rolled on the ground. But he was still fine. The two soldiers in the center of the explosion were blasted into a bloody mess. They were clearly dead.
"Fu * k! There's a thrower, take him out! "Wang Zhaowu roared into his earpiece.
As soon as he finished speaking, a sniper bullet blew up the thrower's head.
She pulled the bolt and stepped on the wall. She continued to point the Ghost Sniper Rifle at the zombies. He pulled the trigger again and skillfully killed a thrower that had just raised its hand.
Looking at this scene, Wang Zhaowu only felt a wave of terror. It was not because of Sun Jiao's marksmanship, but because of her identity as the wife of the general.
[Fu * k, if anything happens to her safety, he will tear me apart.] But no matter how hard he tried to persuade her to go down, Sun Jiao didn't care as she continued to stand on the wall.
From an objective point of view, Sun Jiao was indeed the strongest individual in the entire base. It was almost impossible to find a soldier who had trained for more than a year. Sun Jiao started walking on the wasteland at a young age, and it had been more than ten years since she was a child.
Seeing that his persuasion didn't work, Wang Zhaowu had to give up.
There were only five T-3 power armors deployed in the Fishbone base, and the rest were distributed to the Sixth Street. It was said that the other side was the worst hit area. The overwhelming number of mutated mosquitoes almost broke through the defense line. The good thing was that the Sixth Street had a lot of veterans. Many of them were masters who roamed the wasteland for years. They brought out their own weapons such as fire-breathing robots and fuel bombs. As the executive officer, Chu Nan announced that the military government would reimburse them for their losses. In order to save their lives, no one cared about hiding it.
On the Fishbone base's side, other than the five T-3s, only two of the newly developed T-4s were produced. And now, they were all placed on the city wall, using the machine guns in their hands to vent their firepower on the zombie horde.
The drone attack group outside the wall cruised at low altitude, shooting the zombie's head with a small caliber rifle.
Other than that, there were also soldiers wearing heavy-duty full-angle bulletproof vests crouching behind the walls. They carried tanks filled with organic synthetic fuel on their backs and held spray guns in their hands. They were ready to defend against any flying mutants that might appear.
Whether it was the light infantry with Reaper rifles or the firepower soldiers with machine guns, all the combat units on the wall only had one mission.
That was to do everything possible to kill the zombies further away from the base.
Just as Wang Zhaowu looked at the zombie horde with a worried frown, Jiang Chen boarded the sentry tower.
"General." Wang Zhaowu immediately saluted.
"How's the situation?" Without wasting any time, Jiang Chen asked directly.
He only left for a few hours, and the situation had already deteriorated to this extent. Looking at the endless sea of zombies in the distance, he suddenly felt that the entire base was like a lonely boat.
"Terrible, there are too many zombies." Wang Zhaowu said with a bitter smile.
As long as they weren't hit in the head, they wouldn't die. When the number of zombies reached a certain level, even if the wall was filled with soldiers with live ammunition and sentry machine guns, the zombies would still be able to reach the corner of the wall.
Under the wall, the zombies raised their heads and roared as they crazily extended their arms on top of the 20-meter wall in an attempt to climb over the wall and tear apart the living people inside. The zombies in the back rushed over and stepped on the zombies in front of them, forming a steep slope of corpses.
This was what Wang Zhaowu was most worried about.
Twenty meters was the height of a six-story building. To form a steep slope, it would take ten thousand zombies. But the number of zombies expanding from the city center was more than ten thousand. It would be an understatement to say it was a million.
To prevent the zombies from using the human ladder tactic, the soldiers on the wall threw grenades at the densely packed zombies. But this method did not solve the root of the problem. Even if the grenades could cause substantial damage to the zombies, the bodies of the zombies were still piled up under the wall.
Through the bulletproof glass, Jiang Chen stared at the battered faces. Occasionally, one or two infant zombies smashed into the glass of the command tower, creating a dark green stain.
"General." Wang Zhaowu took a deep breath and carefully said.
"What is it?" Jiang Chen asked.
"General's wife is there …" Wang Zhaowu was afraid that Jiang Chen didn't see her, so he pointed at the wall and reminded him.
Jiang Chen sighed helplessly when he saw Sun Jiao shooting with a sniper rifle.
"Let her be."
He could understand her desire to be of help. It was only the beginning of the mutants flood, so it was not dangerous yet. Since she wanted to stand on the front line, then let her be. Especially with her combat ability, she would be fine even if everyone on the wall died.
"What about the Screamer mortars in the base?" He raised the binoculars to observe the distribution of zombies in the distance. Among the zombies, Jiang Chen faintly saw a few Spitters with their bellies out.
"It's ready," Wang Zhaowu replied.
The mortar ammunition was not limitless. The Fishbone base only had 2000 rounds in reserve. Only when the zombies were not only numerous but also densely packed would the effectiveness of the mortar be at its highest. So until now, Wang Zhaowu hadn't used the mortar yet.
"Then let's use it now. 6.6 kilometers, Spitters," Jiang Chen stuffed the binoculars into his chest and said in an undertone.
Wang Zhaowu was shocked as he immediately looked through the binoculars.
His head was in pain from what was happening in front of him and he forgot to pay attention to the distance.
Wang Zhaowu pressed on the headset as he immediately ordered.
"Attention, mortar team. Bearing 72 °, distance 6.5 kilometers. Fire!"
"Roger."
The final sound of cannonballs immediately came from the square in the center of the base. Ten Screamer mortars formed a formation with ten gunners operating them. Through electromagnetic ejection, the cannonballs were sent into the air with a maximum range of 12 kilometers.
On average, it could fire 20 rounds per minute. In just one minute of continuous bombardment, 200 rounds were used.
In the field of vision, the dozens of Spitters were instantly covered by the barrage from the sky.
Thick smoke rose ten meters into the air. After a full minute, new zombies passed through the thick smoke. And those Spitters were clearly blown into pieces.
"How many cannonballs can the military factory produce per day?" Jiang Chen looked at the black smoke in the distance as he asked Wang Zhaowu.
"If the material supply is sufficient, the maximum production is 200 rounds," Wang Zhaowu replied.
[Two hundred rounds?] The production for a day was not even enough for one minute of bombardment.
Jiang Chen rubbed his chin in deep thought.
He was now considering if he should get something from the Modern World.
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