On the battlefield, over 10,000 cannons were fired, and the sounds of explosions rang out.
A number of guided missiles and rockets rained down on the zombie horde.
In the skies, there were also a number of heavy bombers, as countless heavy bombs and incendiary bombs rained down from the skies, enveloping the ground in a sea of flames and explosions.
Countless evolved zombies were incinerated in the sea of flames and explosions.
A 5m-tall L5 stood in the midst of the zombie horde, when suddenly, a large number of cluster bombs fell from the skies in front of it.
Hong! Hong!
Following a series of earth-shattering explosions, the L5 zombie in the center of the explosion was blasted into pieces, its limbs flying everywhere.
In the skies, there were also countless flying zombies attempting to attack the British air force. However, under the bombardment of the fighter jets, they were being slaughtered, unable to get close to the bombers.
Although the flying zombies were faster than ordinary aircrafts, they were not a match for the fighter jets. To the British, who had over a hundred fighter jets, they were just targets to be slaughtered.
This battle was a perfect example of the zombies using their flesh and blood to fight against the steel weapons of the humans. Countless zombies were wiped out by the British air and ground forces. On the other hand, the British army suffered very few losses. The few zombies that managed to make it past the cannons were also dealt with by the British elite troops.
In a secret command center, a young man in his late twenties with blonde hair and blue eyes was looking at the many screens in the command center with a hint of joy in his eyes. He was wearing a lieutenant general's uniform and was about 27 or 28 years old.
Behind him, there were a few people seated on the sofa.
One of them was about 18 or 19, his hair dyed yellow, his ears pierced, and he was dressed in an open shirt. He had a golden necklace on, and he was hugging 2 beauties, looking extremely rebellious. Another was a middle-aged man dressed in priest robes, his hands holding a Bible. Another was a middle-aged man of medium build, his muscles taut, his gaze cold, and he used a cloth to rub the Type 5 Mutant Beast nuclei in his hands. The last one was a young man covered in strange runes. He was handsome, with blond hair and blue eyes, and he carried a huge sword on his back. He was filled with masculinity and charm.
The four men sitting on the sofa were the four strongest evolvers in the UK, Ackerman, Boley, Sylvain, and Arthur.
Amongst them, Arthur, whose entire body was covered in runes, was a terrifying existence that could even contend with the 1st Apostle of the Kingdom of God. Ackerman and the other two were also terrifying experts with the strength of an Apostle.
It was because of the existence of Arthur and the other super evolvers that the United Kingdom was able to unify quickly and reclaim one city after another. At the same time, they were able to contend with the Kingdom of God in many areas.
The young Lieutenant General replied, "Ackerman, get ready. The intelligent zombies will be forced to reveal themselves soon. I'll inform you when they appear. "
The black man carrying the sniper cannon, Ackerman, nodded his head silently, and left with the sniper cannon in a relaxed manner.
Here.
Ackerman was one of the top snipers in England, and he had killed over 10 Divine Envoys of the Kingdom of God. Even the Apostles were wary of him.
The young man who was hugging 2 beauties laughed casually, as he spoke to the young Lieutenant General, "Brendan, seems like, within 2 weeks, we'll be able to hold a celebration in London."
In order to reclaim London, the British side had been preparing for close to a year, and had invested a huge amount of manpower and resources. Not only had they utilized the legacies from before the apocalypse, they had also mobilized the weapons that had been produced after the apocalypse. Wiping out the 8 million zombies was just a matter of time.
In addition to mobilizing a large number of war weapons, the total strength of the British army was as high as 100,000 people. These 100,000 people were the elites of the British army. Since the apocalypse, they had been fighting everywhere, and were proficient in all sorts of weapons. At the same time, they had gone through the Novice Village to become soldiers. Every single one of them had combat prowess that surpassed the special forces of the apocalypse. Furthermore, there were 4 Apostles among them. The British army was confident that they would win this battle.
Brendan's expression was relaxed, as he chuckled, "It's not that simple. These 8 million zombies won't be taken down so easily. If we want to wipe them out, we'll need at least a month. However, after this battle, we'll be able to reclaim London. That way, not only will we obtain an industrial base, we can also remove a thorn in our side. "
The 8 million zombies in London had always been a thorn in the side of the British army. As time passed, the intelligence of the zombies had evolved, and they had reached a point where they had to be eliminated. If they did not get rid of these zombies, the British army would not dare to mobilize their troops. Furthermore, bringing the battle forward would allow the humans to choose the location of the battle, which was beneficial to the humans.
Brendan then laughed condescendingly, "Although the intelligence of the zombies had evolved, in front of the humans, they are still as dumb as pigs. If they were to hide in London, it would be hard for us to reclaim London. However, we just lured them out, and they actually came out to fight us. They even formed such a tight formation. There's no improvement at all. These fools, in my eyes, are just pieces of meat. It's just that there are too many of them, and it would take a long time to wipe them out. "
Brendan simply looked down on the zombie horde. Although the sea of corpses was terrifying, in front of the human army that was well-equipped and armed to the teeth, they were still unable to withstand a single blow.
The 100,000 elite armored troops in England were even stronger than the troops that Yue Zhong had sent to attack Tianjing, their weapons more advanced and plentiful. The heavy weaponry was 5 to 6 times that of Yue Zhong's. At the same time, there were bombers, fighter jets, tanks and guided missiles.
It was because he had made sufficient preparations that Brendan was confident of winning this battle.
At the same time, Brendan was experienced in using his troops. He did not send the 100,000 soldiers into battle, instead, he only sent 10,000. By fighting and retreating at the same time, they could whittle down the strength of the 8 million zombies.
The rest of the 90,000 soldiers were in reserve, ready to be deployed at any time.
The number of zombies was too huge, and the British army relied on their heavy artillery, guided missiles, as well as the incendiary bombs and rocket launchers to deal with the enemies. If the number of soldiers was low, it would not affect the outcome of the battle much.
As long as the 10,000 soldiers were not surrounded by the zombies, it would be considered a victory.
All of a sudden, one of the intelligence officers shouted out with a pale face, "Not good!! Lieutenant General Brendan, there's a new enemy! They're attacking us! Oh, no! They're trying to flank us from the back! "
"What?!"
Brendan's face fell, as he quickly came up to the screen of the command center, and took a look.
On the screen, there was a huge horde of evolved zombies making their way towards the back of the British army.
On top of that, the 8 million zombies had split up into many smaller groups, making their way towards the British army.
If they were surrounded by the 8 million evolved zombies, the 100,000 soldiers of the British army would definitely perish.
Brendan looked at the arrows on the map and frowned, "Seems like I've underestimated these zombies. Have they learned the art of war? This is going to be troublesome. "
In the 2 years since the apocalypse, the humans had been able to win against the zombies despite being weaker, because the zombies were stupid enough. Once the zombies gained intelligence, with their huge numbers and tyrannical strength, they would be able to crush the humans.
Facing such danger, Brendan's expression did not change, as he issued a series of orders: "Convey my orders, act according to Plan B."
Under Brendan's orders, the 100,000 elite British troops began to move. Under the cover of a large number of fighter aircrafts, they quickly retreated and separated from the zombie horde.
Under Brendan's command, the elite British armored troops finally separated from the zombie horde.
Just as Brendan heaved a sigh of relief, suddenly, one of the intelligence officers came up to him and reported in a trembling voice: "Lieutenant General Brendan, Birmingham was suddenly attacked by an unknown force, and has fallen!!"
Brendan's face fell when he heard this, as he exclaimed in shock: "How is this possible? Birmingham had ten thousand soldiers. How could they be captured so easily? How is this possible? "
Birmingham was a heavy industrial city, and it was the retreat point for the 100,000 soldiers. Once it was captured by the enemy, Brendan's 100,000 strong army would be like a turtle in a jar, with no way to escape.
Just as Brendan was panicking, another staff officer came to Brendan with a pale face and trembling body. "Lieutenant General Brendan, Liverpool has fallen to an unknown force."
"Lieutenant General Brendan, Nottingham has fallen to unknown forces."
"..."
One by one, the staff officers came to Brendan and reported the grievous news to him one by one. From their mouths, Brendan learned that the important cities of England had been conquered by the unknown enemy in a single day. They no longer had any way of retreat, and the entire country had become their enemy.
Brendan's face was pale, and he could not wrap his head around it: "How could this be? I've already sent troops to clear out the surrounding zombies. How did it turn out like this? "
(PS: I'm a little tired today, only 3,000. I'll make up for the rest tomorrow.) (To be continued.) If you like this work, please come to Qidian.Com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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