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The middle-aged officer looked at the young man in front of him with some surprise. After confirming that the other party was not a fool, he asked, "Do you know what over fifty thousand Zombies means?"
Lin Yi shook his head in confusion. It had been some time since he had dealt with large-scale Zombies. However, in his view, humanity's firearms were so powerful that dealing with these Zombies shouldn't be too difficult.
"Do you know about Abominations? They are Zombies with human intelligence," the middle-aged officer stated plainly.
Lin Yi nodded; how could he forget that figure?
"When fifty thousand Zombies gather to attack a city, it means there are Abominations among them. Although they don't have weapons, they possess strong vitality, and with the Abominations' command, even a standard Ten Thousand Men Army could face total annihilation against such power.
Initially, the military didn't plan to let private armed forces intervene in this matter and sent a bombing squad to eliminate these Zombies. However, under organized command, most of these Zombies were scattered, and only a few thousand were truly besieging the city. As a result, the bombers couldn't effectively strike at this group of Zombies, and those surrounding the city were even harder to eliminate since the bomb's power could also affect the city itself.
But that wasn't the most terrifying part; the scariest thing was that these Zombies somehow acquired a batch of iron rods. As soon as the bombers approached, they would throw their iron rods directly. Each time thousands of iron rods flew towards the bombers in the sky. Even if their hit rate was low, at least dozens of rods struck the fuselage. After several waves of attacks, the air force suffered heavy losses. Ultimately, after barely dropping supplies on the city a few times, the military decided not to waste resources any further," the middle-aged officer explained helplessly. He knew that the military had already done all they could. Due to the rapid spread of Zombies, many places fell before they could react, and numerous supplies were left behind without being moved. These strategic materials couldn't be fully produced in one location; many were consumed little by little. Thus, unless it was truly a life-or-death moment, the military wouldn't dare expend all their resources for rescue.
Lin Yi lowered his head and pondered for a moment before saying, "I will do my best to find other Mercenary groups to collaborate!"
The middle-aged officer shook Lin Yi's hand, his eyes filled with gratitude. Lin Yi found it strange why the other party valued that town so much, but he didn't ask.
"Son, if you can find an eight-hundred-man Mercenary group, just contact me!" Lone Wolf tossed something to Lin Yi; it was a metal badge emblazoned with a roaring Wolf Head.
Just as Lin Yi was about to say something, he saw Lone Wolf wave his hand and swiftly leave. However, at that moment, Lin Yi felt slightly relieved; if there was still a chance for help from him, then there was still hope. As for Lone Wolf's intention to have someone assassinate him—since he hadn't mentioned it, it would be better to wait until this mission was completed before addressing it. Time was urgent; Lin Yi needed to find other Mercenary groups to discuss matters while the middle-aged officer had much to prepare.
...
Vernon City wasn't far from the Greater Paris Defense Zone, but at this moment there seemed to be an insurmountable chasm between them. Once a historic city filled with pastoral beauty, it had now turned into a wasteland where hordes of Zombies roamed through every abandoned building, waiting for their final bloodthirsty frenzy.
On the makeshift blackened walls stood crowds of people; each face bore deep fatigue, their waxy skin showing hollow eyes filled with despair yet also an indomitable fighting spirit. The battle had lasted for three nights; citizens of all ages wielded any weapon they could find to defend their homeland from atop the walls.
The Zombie attacks came wave after wave; their resistance continued time and again. From initially witnessing loved ones being devoured by Zombies into piles of bones and crying out in anguish to now charging fearlessly into battle upon seeing a Zombie—their response had transformed drastically. Fighter jets had come several times but returned empty-handed; there were simply too many Bloodthirsty demons scattered around and they were far too cunning. Vernon slowly descended into despair but did not retreat an inch. They waited; hope would eventually come.
"Emma, it's my turn now," said a boy around sixteen or seventeen years old with a somewhat frail build as he approached a girl about twenty with striking golden hair.
The girl named Emma glanced at the setting sun and began to feel fear creeping in her heart. When the sun dipped below the horizon marked the time when those Zombies would launch their relentless assaults on the walls until they claimed this place as their own. The boy behind Emma was named Brice—a pleasant name—but right now this big-headed boy appeared somewhat sorrowful. He liked this beautiful girl named Emma, but it seemed she had never looked at him directly.
Emma turned her head and looked at this somewhat skinny boy; she felt an inexplicable sense of emotion stirring within her. For three nights now he had taken it upon himself to guard on the walls during nighttime when Zombie attacks were fiercer than ever—yet he showed no concern and always volunteered for night duty. However, Emma's heart already belonged elsewhere; she could only silently shake her head at this freckled big-headed boy before her.
Brice stubbornly stared at Emma, hoping she would sit down and have a proper conversation with him. Unfortunately, Emma merely bowed politely and hurried away.
The last rays of sunlight had been swallowed by the night, and the Zombies outside the city walls roared in a continuous wave. Their piercing howls echoed like the horns of death from hell, urging them to harvest the lives of the unfortunate. Bruce tightened his grip on the sharpened machete in his hand, his thin frame seeming as if it could be blown away by the night wind at any moment. He was merely a supplementary force in the second wave; the real defense relied on those adults armed with firearms in front.
"All teams prepare for battle!" A hoarse shout came from the highest lookout on the wall.
In the next moment, dazzling lights illuminated the wall, seemingly guiding people forward.
"Roar..."
"Roar..."
"Roar..."
Three consecutive roars erupted from below the wall; this was their signal to attack. They did not need morale-boosting, for they knew no fear; they craved the flesh and blood of those people.
At that instant, battle commenced!
The long-awaited Zombies desperately climbed up the wall, using their decaying companions' foul bodies as stepping stones. They stretched out their dark claws, scraping against the mottled wall to reach higher ground.
"Rat-a-tat-tat!" The muzzle of a Heavy Machine Gun lowered on the wall's edge as a burly man stood firmly, shooting continuously at the climbing Zombies. Next to the Heavy Machine Gun was a Machine Gunner operating it while another loaded ammunition. Orange-yellow bullet casings piled up on the wall as the Machine Gunner fired recklessly; they knew it was still not enough. Surrounding the Heavy Machine Gun were soldiers armed with Shotguns, ready to eliminate any Zombies that charged forward. The powerful Shotgun would blast a Zombie's head off; even the most resilient Zombie would eventually turn into a pile of rotten flesh. However, there were always accidents; any Zombies that slipped through would be dealt with by those who could reach them with knives. After all, those seemingly terrifying ordinary Zombies were not very strong individually.
The wall was soon covered with countless Zombies, resembling spiders with only four legs as they clung tightly to climb.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom boom boom!"
The Heavy Machine Gun mercilessly blew apart one Zombie after another—shattering heads, breaking arms, snapping legs, and piercing chests. Yet no amount of firepower could halt these Zombies' advance; their minds were consumed by a singular obsession: to devour all flesh and blood within reach.
"Fuel ready!" Too many Zombies had already crawled close to the wall's edge in areas where the Machine Gun's fire couldn't reach. If these Zombies broke through the defenses, it would be like opening Pandora's Box.
Various pungent fuels poured out from barrels that once held Wine, instantly forming a grand scene of a Water Screen on the city walls.
“Whoosh…” A Flame ignited atop the wall, followed by flames lighting up every few meters along the battlements.
The Flames fell, carrying a sense of determination.
“Whoosh!” A fuel-soaked Zombie burst into flames, transforming the once dark battlements into a sea of fire.
“Crackle, crackle!” The Zombies in the inferno emitted strange sounds as they burned. The acrid smell mixed with a hint of blood spread through the air, while the thin mist that had just risen at night vanished without a trace under the heat of the flames. However, as the fire continued to burn, black smoke began to rise, choking everyone and causing them to cough repeatedly.
Zombies feel no pain, so even when engulfed in flames, they continued to advance relentlessly until they were reduced to ashes.
“Pike Squad, prepare!” The Flame Zombies climbed up without regard for their lives; they posed a far greater threat than ordinary Zombies, especially with flammable materials everywhere.
“Charge!” With a loud shout, the Pike Squad stepped forward to guard behind the Machine Gunner and Shotgunner, ready to intercept any approaching Zombies at any moment.
Brilliant gunfire erupted on the wall, forming dense rows of weapons. These rough-made pikes were crafted from iron rods previously thrown in by Zombies, stained with blood left by Vernon after being pierced by one of those rods.
“Whoosh!” A flaming Zombie reached the top of the wall, followed by a second… and then a tenth.
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