Panshan base.
Despair and terror have spread.
The endless zombie army has not moved forward for three days, but the number of low-level rotten zombies is constantly increasing.
Those alien species drove the low-level rotten corpses like slaves, and were thrown into the army of cannon fodder with painful howls. The monsters within hundreds of miles were gathering here, gradually forming a huge billowing wave.
"Three days ago, the number was only about four million."
Wu Ze held a telescope and stood on the observation deck to observe: "But now, it is almost close to eight million."
The densely packed carrion heads are transformed from points into lines, and from lines into surfaces...
The entire land was covered with a layer of darkness, with almost no gaps. In just three days, more than one million rotten corpses and cannon fodder were driven to the front of the team every day.
They have no consciousness.
They are controlled by more powerful thoughts.
They howled and moved unconsciously, with their cruel desire for flesh and blood, standing in the endless army of corpses and roaring to the sky.
In two days, the number of carrion monsters will probably reach 10 million! !
"Ten million."
Wu Ze put down the telescope and slowly uttered these three words.
This number is like a huge mountain, crushing everyone's hope. What kind of concept is a rolling tide of 10 million corpses?
Even if you fight those carrion monsters standing still, you may not be able to kill them all with machine gun fire for three days and three nights. The corpses will pile up to fill the moat, and you can also pile up a mountain of corpses and bulldoze the city wall.
Wu Ze turned around and asked a guard next to him: "The generals in the conference room are still arguing and discussing??"
An endless tide of corpses rolled over the formation.
The generals at Panshan Base were all panicked. There was endless debate in the conference room, and everyone had their own opinions.
Some people think that an attack should be launched immediately, and before the zombie wave reaches the city, they should first use weapons of mass destruction, such as incendiary bombs and a series of weapons to bombard it.
However, some people believe that such a move is too reckless. If the zombies attack in advance due to a sudden attack, there may be greater variables, and without knowing what the opponent's trump card is, a large number of lethal weapons will be wasted.
Some people choose to defend to the death.
Some people want to preserve their power and retreat from the Panshan base in time.
The entire conference room was in chaos, and no one could remain calm in the face of the almost desperate tide of corpses.
"yes… "
"The generals are still working on strategies."
The messenger said with some shame, and at the same time asked with expectation: "Master Wu Ze, will the reinforcements you mentioned really come?"
Reinforcements.
Panshan Base is like a drowning person who wants to grab even a straw.
Wu Ze brought hope. For the first time, Panshan Base knew that there was a fortress community like the "Dawn Alliance", as well as the newly established Fortress of Justice, a steel city wall specifically built to fight against the zombie tide.
"It will come."
"It will definitely come."
Wu Ze's tone was extremely firm: "Now, what we lack most is time. It will take at least five days for the reinforcements to arrive here. Can the Panshan Base last until that moment..."
Wu Ze did not continue.
The number of corpses is about to reach its peak, and everything proves that there is a "commander" with extremely high IQ controlling everything in the zombies.
They were not in a hurry and slowly accumulated their own strength. It was obvious that they attached great importance to Panshan Base. When this strength accumulated to a certain level, it would become a flood of destruction and wash away the entire base.
"Keep it up."
"Go and tell the commander and generals that the Dawn Alliance will definitely come to the rescue. Then we have to race against time."
Wu Ze's voice became more firm, and the messenger nodded heavily. For some reason, Wu Ze's image became so tall at this time.
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…
One day, two days...
The endless zombie army pressed on the territory, but they were more patient than anyone else. The number of rotting zombie monsters finally reached tens of millions.
The atmosphere in Panshan Base was extremely oppressive, and a plague made it even worse, causing the refugee survivors in the city to be infected to varying degrees.
Hospitals are already overcrowded.
A large number of patients developed symptoms of body fever, confusion, and constant coughing up blood.
Some people's bodies even experienced slight mutations. As their consciousness gradually became blurred, the horrific signs of rotting corpses appeared. Their fingernails slowly became black, hard and sharp, and their teeth became fragmented and sharp.
Fortunately, a year has passed since the end of the world, and people are more or less able to withstand the virus. They are not transformed into rotting corpses in minutes like at the beginning, but this time has been delayed to hours or even days. .
Bang! !
An officer held a pistol and smashed a patient's head into pieces.
The patient was already delirious and was about to mutate into a rotting corpse. In order to avoid infecting more people, he could only be "treated" with bullets.
"how so?"
"Although the rate of mutation is slow, why are there large numbers of refugees infected with the virus??"
An officer was so angry that he jumped up and questioned the researchers in the hospital. Although he knew that this matter had nothing to do with them, the plague clearly pushed the Panshan base to the edge of collapse.
"Virus factors are too dense in the air."
"Originally, there were not so many virus factors in our air, but in the past week..." An air quality inspector's forehead was covered with fine sweat. The content of viruses in the air has exceeded the standard by dozens of times.
No testing is required.
You only need to look up at those polluted dark brown clouds to know how dense the virus is.
Thousands of rotting corpses! !
That was more than 10 million rotting corpses.
They are more than 20 kilometers away, and they will spray out a large amount of germs every time they breathe. Although the roar of a single rotten corpse does not transmit much virus, the total of ten million monsters combined has produced a qualitative change. This is enough to make the number of viruses in the air seriously exceed the standard by dozens or hundreds of times.
"Pass the order."
"All survivors, please return home or to a place as closed as possible and close the doors and windows."
"If you give the order again, all those who are unconscious will be... killed."
The commander reluctantly said that transferring a large number of soldiers at this time would only worsen the city's defense. A large number of civilians were contaminated by the plague, which put the base in danger. There was no time left to slowly treat it.
Those severely injured patients can only blame their lack of adaptability. One treatment, one bullet.
Boom, boom, boom! !
Gunfire erupted in the base.
The man couldn't support his body despite all his efforts, so he fell to the ground with a hole in his head.
The mother, who was suffering from a high fever and was unconscious, was shot in the head. The child in her arms could not understand what "death" meant.
Suddenly, the base was filled with wailing. Those soldiers were not ruthless. They endured the tears in their eyes, forcibly shattered their kindness and dignity, and pulled the trigger to kill those seriously infected with the plague one by one.
compatriots.
We are killing our own people.
"sorry Sorry sorry!!"
"Ahhh!!"
Finally, a soldier couldn't bear it anymore. After shooting a girl who was helpless to beg for mercy again, he yelled hysterically, picked up the gun, pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The companions and former comrades around him had wet eyes and bloodshot eyes.
This... damn apocalypse.
(End of chapter)