Fighting at night was disadvantageous for the survivors. Not only would the soldiers' vision be obstructed, but it would also increase fatigue. Although there were night vision goggles, it was impossible for 2000 soldiers to have one, so Wang Zhaowu's strategy was to use physical illumination.
Every once in a while, the mortars would fire a few flares into the sky and illuminate the battlefield with the bright red light. Although it wasn't enough to make the battlefield as bright as day, it was enough to provide vision for the soldiers to aim.
On the other hand, for the zombies, the night gave them a lot of advantages.
Completely freed from the shackles of sunlight, the zombies were ferocious as if they were on drugs. Not only were the regular zombies much faster than during the day, but the throwers mixed in with the zombies also had a lot more strength as they "threw" their children into the base. The young zombies that exploded caused a lot of trouble for the soldiers on the wall. One by one, the stretchers were carried down, and everyone's heart was filled with a thick haze.
Pouring gasoline every six hours was the only chance for the soldiers on the wall to catch their breath. Only the sea of fire that filled the sky could cause the zombies to instinctively feel awe, and stop attacking the encampment.
However, when the firelight dissipated, the tide-like attacks continued.
As the commander of the Second Corps, Wang Zhaowu didn't sleep the entire night. He only took a short nap on the sofa when he poured gasoline twice to burn the bodies.
He returned to the mansion with Sun Jiao at 12 o 'clock. Although Sun Jiao wanted to do what she could to protect the base, he wouldn't allow her to fight when she was fatigued.
But speaking of Sun Jiao. He didn't pay attention to the impact one person could have on the war until he realized her contributions were significant. With her frighteningly accurate marksmanship, a lot of throwers didn't even have time to throw the babies in their hands before their heads were blown off by her sniper rifle.
After six hours, the number of throwers that died under her gun exceeded 200! While the morale was boosted, the pressure on the east wall where the zombies were the most ferocious also decreased. (The east wall faces the city center.)
After all, the biggest threat to the soldiers on the wall were the throwers.
The next morning, the zombies' attack slowed down slightly.
Even in the mutant flood, the zombies' activity density was not uniform. Usually, after a wave of zombies ended, there would be a long or short period of time. The base is safe until new zombies come to this area.
Standing on the wall and looking out, the scene outside was truly spectacular.
The walls were burnt black, and the ashes and ashes on the ground looked black and white, emitting a disgusting burnt smell. The gasoline had burned seven to eight meters of open space outside the wall, and beyond that was still a sea of corpses and bones.
The corpses of the zombies began to emit a foul stench, and the tissues that had been preserved by the X1 bacteria began to rot. Mosquitoes and flies circled around the pile of rotting corpses. Flies as big as washbasins and mosquitoes as long as thighs made one's scalp tingle.
Occasionally, two or three zombies would wander towards the wall with lifeless eyes, but they would also fall into the pile of corpses due to the sporadic gunshots.
"That's it?" Standing on the wall, Jiang Chen asked Sun Jiao.
"This is just the beginning." Sun Jiao sighed with the SK10 Sirius hanging in front of her chest.
Had it just begun? Jiang Chen gazed at the increasing number of mosquitoes and flies not far away.
Generally speaking, the higher the density of mutants, the lower the density of zombies. The density of the two was usually inversely proportional. Now that the density of zombies was decreasing …
It was not a good sign.
"How long will this mutant flood take to end?" Jiang Chen asked helplessly.
"When Wanghai City regains its ecological balance." Sun Jiao shrugged.
All creatures, including zombies, had the consciousness of living space. When the number exceeded a certain threshold and the city center could no longer contain them, they would expand outwards and expand the scope of the "city center."
Just waiting for the mutant flood to end would not be enough. Only by killing all the migrating zombies and mutants could this war end.
If not, then they would have to give up their territory and migrate further away.
On the wasteland where everything had become abnormal, only natural selection would never be abnormal.
The zombies not far away approached. Sun Jiao took off the laser rifle in front of her chest, pulled open the folding gun, and placed it on her shoulder. She aimed at the zombies and pressed the trigger with her eyes half-closed.
The needle-thick blue beam flashed, and a fist-sized dent was instantly burned on the zombie's forehead. The pitch-black content flowed out. It continued to take two steps, and then silently knelt on the ground.
A few more beams flashed, and a few zombies fell to the ground without a sound.
There was no "chirp chirp" sound effect like in sci-fi movies. In reality, laser rifles were silent killers. Due to the troublesome maintenance, expensive parts, limited range, and weak EMP resistance, this high tech weapon was not as popular as the durable and practical firearms on the wasteland. However, Sun Jiao seemed to have a special liking for it.
The trajectory was straight, no recoil, and high explosive power at close range.
"This is something from sci-fi." Jiang Chen looked at the weapon in Sun Jiao's hand enviously.
He always wanted to get a few of these weapons as part of his collection, but the weapon stores at the Sixth Street only sold the C-type batteries that could be used on the laser rifle. They rarely sold the laser rifle itself. When he passed by the Sixth Street, he didn't see it, so he forgot about it.
Apparently, the large-scale deployment of the laser rifle was mainly in space battlefields. Since in a zero-gravity environment, who would dare to open fire with a conventional rifle? If the shot didn't hit the person, the person would be blown away.
"This is considered sci-fi?" Sun Jiao rolled her eyes at Jiang Chen and put the rifle back in front of her chest. "Get ready to go down. It won't be safe on the wall."
"Mutated flies and mutated mosquitoes?"
Jiang Chen narrowed his eyes as he looked at the increasingly dense black blobs in the distance. He turned around and walked down the wall with Sun Jiao.
Because of the appearance of the flying mutants, Lu Huasheng urgently evacuated the survivors in the base and moved them to the temporary shelter in the sewer.
Although Jiang Chen didn't want to brag about his foresight, the temporary shelter he ordered to be built in the sewer did come in handy. The flying creatures could easily cross the wall of the base, which would be a disaster for the survivors.
They only needed to hide in the sewer.
After half a year of continuous reinforcement, the transportation route connecting the Sixth Street and the Fishbone base was fortified like a steel bucket. As long as the entrances at both ends were guarded, no mutants could enter.
When Jiang Chen and Sun Jiao headed to the community center, they didn't see many people along the way.
When they arrived at the command room, they saw the only living person left in the community center – Han Junhua.
She crossed her arms and stared emotionlessly at the holographic map on the table.
The red and blue dots intertwined on the map, marking their side and the enemy. Based on the distribution of forces, the First Division had the upper hand. However, her expression didn't look relaxed at all.
"What's the situation on the western front?" Jiang Chen immediately asked.
"Not good."
Her expression remained unchanged, but from her voice, Jiang Chen heard a hint of seriousness.
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