I Have a Modern Weapon Gacha System in the Zombie Apocalypse Chapter 159: Let’s Clean them Up Part 2

"Well goddamn, we should clean them up," Adrian said.

The command center remained quiet for a mont after that.

Not because anyone disagreed.

But because after three straight days of nonstop fighting, hearing that only ten thousand infected remained almost felt unreal.

Ten thousand still sounded terrifying in normal circumstances.

But compared to the nightmare they had just survived?

Compared to the hundreds of thousands that once flooded southern Luzon?

It finally felt manageable.

Adrian stepped closer toward the tactical display while operators updated the remaining infected positions in real ti.

The red clusters across the map were noticeably smaller now.

Scattered.

Fragnted.

Most of the infected had lost any organized montum after the constant bombardnts.

Entire sections of the swarm had simply ceased to exist beneath artillery and airstrikes.

"Remaining concentrations?" Adrian asked.

One analyst imdiately responded.

"Largest cluster estimated at around three thousand moving southwest through destroyed highway sectors. Smaller groups are scattered around nearby towns and open terrain."

Another operator switched the drone feed.

The screen showed what remained of the battlefield south of Basa Air Base.

The sight looked apocalyptic.

Burned highways stretched across cratered terrain while thick smoke drifted over shattered buildings and destroyed forests. Wrecked vehicles littered every road. Entire fields looked blackened from repeated bombardnts.

And everywhere—

Bodies.

Thousands upon thousands of bodies.

The infected dead covered roads so densely in so areas that the pavent beneath them was no longer visible.

Even the surviving infected seed slower now.

Not physically.

But strategically.

The endless montum they once had was gone.

"Looks like we finally broke them," one officer muttered quietly.

Adrian crossed his arms while studying the drone feeds.

"Don’t underestimate them yet," he replied. "A cornered animal is still dangerous."

"Yes, sir."

Outside Basa Air Base, the frontline troops received the new orders.

Cleanup operations.

The mood across the trenches imdiately changed.

Not relaxed.

Nobody was stupid enough to relax around infected.

But there was finally sothing close to hope.

The soldiers could feel it.

They had survived the worst part.

Engines roared throughout the base as armored units began mobilizing again.

Rows of M1 Abrams tanks rolled out from defensive positions while M2 Bradley IFVs followed close behind carrying infantry squads prepared to sweep through the remaining infected pockets.

Overhead, drones launched continuously from the airfield to provide targeting support and reconnaissance.

The cleanup operation began before sunrise.

The southern gates of Basa Air Base slowly opened while armored columns pushed outward into the ruined countryside.

The sight outside the periter looked horrifying even for hardened soldiers.

Entire roads had vanished beneath craters.

Destroyed infected bodies lay piled against collapsed barricades and burned-out vehicles.

The sll hit them imdiately.

Rotting flesh.

Smoke.

Burned tal.

Blood.

One infantryman riding inside a Bradley looked out through the vision block and grimaced.

"...Jesus Christ."

Nobody answered him.

Because nobody had words for this anymore.

The armored convoy continued moving south carefully while drones scanned ahead for movent.

The remaining infected were no longer charging in endless waves.

Now they moved in scattered groups through ruined terrain like predators trying to survive after losing their pack.

"Contact front," one Bradley commander reported over comms.

The convoy slowed imdiately.

Ahead of them, several dozen infected erged from behind overturned civilian vehicles blocking the road.

The response was imdiate.

The Bradley’s Bushmaster cannon opened fire.

THUMP THUMP THUMP.

The explosive 25mm rounds tore the infected apart instantly, shredding bodies across the asphalt while nearby infantryn finished the survivors with controlled rifle bursts.

The convoy kept moving.

That pattern repeated throughout the day.

Small groups.

Then larger groups.

Sotis hundreds.

Sotis only dozens.

Every single ti, the defenders answered with overwhelming firepower.

One Abrams tank fired a canister round into a cluster of infected trapped between destroyed buses, vaporizing the entire group instantly.

Further west, infantry squads swept through abandoned neighborhoods house by house while drones hovered overhead searching for movent through thermal imaging.

The remaining Hunters proved far more dangerous.

Even after losing most of the swarm, the surviving Hunters still attacked aggressively.

One cleanup squad learned that the hard way.

The infantry unit had just cleared a destroyed gas station when a Hunter burst through the roof of a nearby building and slamd directly into the rear soldier.

"CONTACT!"

Gunfire exploded instantly across the street.

The Hunter tore into the fallen soldier while nearby infantry redirected fire toward it. M4 carbines cracked nonstop while an M249 SAW gunner dumped nearly half a belt into the creature at close range.

Still, it kept moving.

The Hunter leapt toward another soldier only for a Bradley parked nearby to rotate its turret and fire a burst from the Bushmaster cannon directly through the side of the building.

The wall exploded apart.

The Hunter disappeared beneath concrete dust and shattered debris.

When the smoke cleared, half the gas station had collapsed on top of the creature.

The cleanup operations continued relentlessly throughout the day and into the next.

The remaining infected were hunted continuously from the air and ground.

The MQ-9 Reaper drones tracked fleeing groups through forests and ruined highways while artillery occasionally fired precision strikes against larger concentrations attempting to regroup.

anwhile, the Fairchild Republic A-10 Thunderbolt II aircraft still conducted occasional gun runs against surviving infected masses too large for infantry sweeps.

The battlefield slowly grew quieter.

For the first ti in days, there were monts where soldiers could actually hear the wind instead of constant explosions.

That alone felt strange.

By the second day of cleanup operations, the remaining infected numbers collapsed even further.

Thousands beca hundreds.

Hundreds beca scattered pockets.

Inside the command center, the updated tactical map looked almost empty compared to before.

The endless sea of red markers was gone.

Only scattered signatures remained across southern sectors.

One analyst looked toward Adrian while updating the latest estimates.

"Remaining infected count is now below one thousand, sir."

Adrian stared quietly at the map for several seconds.

The war that almost overran Basa Air Base had nearly ended.

Outside, armored units continued sweeping through burning ruins beneath dark smoke-filled skies while infantry squads hunted the last surviving infected through abandoned towns and collapsed highways.

The cleanup had begun.

And this ti, humanity was winning.

However, sowhere from the other ends of the Earth, soone was not happy.