The iron torrent roared overhead, the zombies’ howls mingling with He Jie’s roars, as the fire of heavy machine guns danced among the horde and ruins, tearing apart and recombining their shadows.
Blood painted the lips a bright crimson, gunfire highlighting it, with sothing hotter than gunpowder in the flickering light.
The scavengers’ shouts grew closer, with soone calling their nas, the voices wavering in the sound of gunfire.
"The scavengers seem to want to join the battlefield..."
"Ignore them."
Su Huan casually flicked away a stray bullet from who knows where, continuing to replenish his life’s deficit.
"Wooo..."
On the roof, gray-blue eyes looked at the embracing figures, then charged toward the battlefield ahead.
Wen Biao and others watched as a train car was blown apart by a blast, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets, but when they realized that the pressure from the Lord-level Tier Three Zombie had disappeared, and the train’s firepower remained fierce, they imdiately shook off their fear.
They climbed onto the wreckage of the broken train, overlooking the brutal battlefield, with smoke and the night wind stirring their emotions.
Even though the silhouette of the zombie horde flickered in the gunfire, most were shrouded in darkness.
Over four million had been reduced to ten or twenty thousand, or even less.
Wen Biao roared, "It’s our turn, follow the ard train’s lead, and kill these beasts!"
"Take back our ho!"
"Crush them!"
"Kill!"
The ruined city and battlefield in front of them stirred many of the Zhijin People, watching the ard soldiers fighting at the front, their eyes red as they let out their first roar of rage since the apocalypse.
Led by Wen Biao, nearly a hundred thousand survivors crossed the train’s defensive line, shouting chaotic slogans, charging into battle.
They might have various thoughts, but at this mont, all anyone thought about was to fight back, fight back!
To fight back for the family mbers who died tragically, to fight back for themselves, to fight back against the grievances suffered since the apocalypse.
To fight back against the fear suppressed by natural disasters and zombies, to bring back the anger from being driven from their ancestral land, all of it!
Their attack strength might be weak, their will might be thin, but all their inferiority and fear were hidden by the night, their courage and ferocity magnified infinitely, each of them a lone soldier, but standing on this land, each of them a lion!
Humanity’s most terrifying weapon has never been guns, but the greed for survival etched in their bones for hundreds of thousands of years!
In the years to co, if there are history books, they would only write, "On June 25, 2036, led by the ard train, humanity launched a vigorous counterattack against the zombie-occupied city, the first... of many to follow..."
No one would think of this as a mishap.
This was a great and glorious counterattack war, witnessed by a hundred thousand people, devoid of any personal squabbles, illuminated by the brilliance of humanity!
All who died in this battle, whether by conspiracy or cowardice, were covered with a layer of glory.
...
The future is the future, but the hard bones now must be gnawed now.
Five million zombies are a reality.
The ard train and the conductor’s battle exterminated over fifty thousand zombies, but the greatest kill was not by the train’s hot heavy machine guns, nor the beautifully crafted grenades made by the conductor, but by the cannons and railguns on the train.
Thanks to the dense formations of zombies, each shot achieved significant results.
Even so, the number of zombies stubbornly persisted at over four million, but without the command of the Lord-level zombies, the massive horde seed to lose direction, forgetting their destination over ti, and blindly dispersing throughout the city.
Only around a million zombies near the Weinan District were still engaged in battle with humans.
The battle lasted from dusk to dawn; even if people could endure, the guns couldn’t. Without modern weapons and ammunition, in front of the "steel-boned" horde, not to ntion achieving results, the horde would only grow larger.
Out of ten thousand people, only ten escaping would be lucky. In the face of the terrifying number of Tier Two zombies, only Su Huan had the ability to co and go freely.
Having slaughtered through the night, the faces of the ard soldiers were filled with exhaustion, their fingers pulling the triggers becoming stiff.
Yet they still stood at the front, acting as a spearhead to resist the advancing horde.
Occasionally, a few zombies slipped through, providing the scavengers at the back with an opportunity for outnumbering tactics.
"Boom——"
A small building collapsed, zombies from the hotpot restaurant on the second floor crashed down, blocking the entire street. At the forefront, the Tier Two Butcher rolled on the ground like a ball, his small eyes beneath the corpse armor gleaming with greed. He casually grabbed a dead tree on the roadside, pulling it out by the roots, and walked toward the crowd.
The scavengers, who were following an Ard Corps squad cleaning up remaining zombies on the street, scread and dropped their cold weapons, fleeing in panic.
Even the leading sergeant’s face turned pale, but he still calmly ordered, "Withdraw from left to right, don’t mind the survivors, preserve yourselves, don’t let them get within a ter of you, permission to shoot preemptively! Understood?!"
"Yes!"
The soldier on the far right began to retreat, while the remaining four blocked the zombie horde in front.
It’s not that they didn’t want to stop the Tier Two Butcher, but with their equipnt, they couldn’t break through its defenses.
When it ca to the last sergeant’s turn, he couldn’t even hold back the zombie horde, and a few red tracer rounds burst from his rifle, indicating there were only five bullets left in his magazine.
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