"Report to the Commander-in-Chief that each artillery unit consumed approximately 1.6 million high-explosive shells, 300,000 incendiary shells, and 200,000 other types of shells, annihilating approximately 2.3 million zombie units!"
"First report, the corpse tide has entered the range visible to the naked eye, about five thousand meters away!"
"Urgent battle report, a golden glow was found in the southwest, and there is a suspected high-level corpse king!"
Battle reports from the front flew into the headquarters like snowflakes. As the commander-in-chief, Ricardo was extremely busy. In addition to talking to dozens of staff officers at the same time, he also constantly marked the map and issued new orders.
"Inform the front artillery troops to use armor-piercing shells for direct fire!"
"Assemble investigators to find out the nature and movements of the high-level corpse king!"
"Inform all high-level combatants to release the Yuling after the corpse wave enters three thousand meters!"
"Send special personnel to request the six kings of the country, Duke Red Dragon, Duke Zilan, Marquis Juqing, Marquis Hanling, Marquis Black Spear, and Marquis Chiyan to join the battle!"
One after another order letters were transmitted to various parts of the battlefield with the figures of the messengers.
At the same time, five thousand meters away from humanity's first line of defense, there was a hellish scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
A huge number of living corpses were crowded together, shoulder to shoulder, moving forward in a dark mass. Indistinct roars came one after another, and at a glance they were all hideous human heads.
Their feet were piled with the corpses of their companions, desperately climbing forward and squeezing.
The hill made of corpses stretched for thousands of meters, with pus flowing everywhere, and the stench soaring into the sky. It seemed that if you stayed here for just one second, you would be vomiting due to the smell of corpses.
The living corpses moved forward one after another, stepping on the broken limbs and broken arms with the soles of their feet exposed to the deep white bones, and pulling at the rotten meat and internal organs with their blackened fingers, moving forward in the sea of corpses.
Under the influence of the living corpse virus, they are full of hunger and desire for fresh flesh and blood, and they flock crazily towards the approaching city.
Tens of thousands of artillery shells fell from the sky with screams, and fire flashed everywhere in the corpse group. The violent explosion lifted up large pieces of corpses. The broken bones and rotten flesh all over the sky were like the splash caused by stones hitting the lake.
Some of the shells exploded into large flames, and the flowing fire formed by napalm burned on the living corpses, making a sizzling sound.
The rotting stench of the corpse was mixed with the smell of burning, which was indescribably disgusting and unpleasant.
Round after round of shells fell, but the number of living corpses did not decrease. The gap was quickly filled with more living corpses, which only made the pile of corpses higher.
The living corpses come one after another, like an endless machine. Some of the living corpses were charred and black, but they moved extremely quickly. The char on the skin fell off during the friction, revealing a metallic sheen.
Living corpses are also divided into levels, ordinary living corpses, elite-level iron corpses, guard-level mysterious corpses, lord-level corpse kings, and legendary-level golden corpse kings.
Cannonballs can only tear apart ordinary living corpses, can only cause very little damage to iron corpses, and are like scratching an itch to stronger mysterious corpses.
At this time, Chen Xing was observing the battlefield through the tactical satellite.
Seeing the mountains of corpses and seas of blood stretching for several kilometers, instead of feeling scared or disgusted, he was actually a little excited.
He was thinking about what to do with these corpses in the future.
As we all know, primary evolution potions and low-level psychic potions are extracted from the corpses of living corpses. To put it bluntly, a living corpse is full of treasures, otherwise there would be no dedicated "corpse merchants" and "wilderness corpse transport teams."
However, what Chen Xing was thinking about was not the corpse business, but how to transport these corpses to Orchid Town in a reasonable manner to serve as food reserves for Suna Ant Nest.
There are so many living corpses that can last for hundreds of years!
The war is still going on at the front, but the profit sharing is already being planned at the back.
As time went by, the corpse tide approached three thousand meters away from the first line of defense. The artillery mechas in the front row adjusted their muzzles to shoot horizontally.
At the same time, strong men scattered everywhere stood up one after another, condensing spiritual energy and summoning siege spirits.
The cracks in time and space opened, and huge figures rose up one after another, hundreds or thousands in number, instantly forming a huge wall in front of the battlefield.
Indistinct roars rang out among the corpses. Some of the living corpses stopped, raised their heads and inhaled, their chests bulging, and then they suddenly opened their mouths, and a stream of green liquid gushes out from the depths of their throats.
"Be careful of corpse poison!"
In an instant, countless streams of foul-smelling venom flew toward the human positions. The large siege spirits that served as the first line of defense blocked most of them, but many still fell into the artillery positions.
The poison fell like raindrops, and the soldiers hurriedly took out their gas masks, put them on, and drank the antidote. Once they inhaled the corpse poison, they would feel dizzy, nauseated, and vomiting, or in severe cases, they would bleed from seven holes and die from the poison.
In the satellite image, the black tide is overwhelming, rolling towards the human position.
"The corpse group is seven hundred meters away from the front line. First echelon, step up!"
Under the command of the host, the siege spirits standing in a row moved their bodies at the same time and pushed forward. Viewed from a high altitude, it looks like a huge wall facing the black tide.
In the blink of an eye, the first wave of zombie waves hit. The living corpses were crowded together and swarmed in. The siege warrior spirit stepped down and instantly crushed a dozen living corpses, then raised his fists and smashed them down hard.
There was only a "rumbling" sound, smoke and dust rose into the sky, the ground was dented, and a large circle of living corpses were smashed and sent flying.
"Good job!" "Crush them!"
In front of the group of corpses, the siege spirit was like a giant beast in an ant colony, destroying the dead and decaying, as if entering a deserted land, attracting cheers from the soldiers behind.
"Front artillery units, be careful not to accidentally injure friendly forces!"
The living corpses rushed forward one after another, crazily squeezing the gaps between the attacking spirits and rushing towards the artillery position.
"The light mecha is ready for battle!"
"Infantry ready to fight!"
Each wing-shaped mecha stood upright with its legs, raised its wings, and the Vulcan cannon below rotated at high speed.
The next moment, the living corpses that had crossed the first line of defense appeared on the battlefield, and countless fire chains immediately swept past.
Intensive gunshots resounded throughout the world, and chains of fire whipped the corpses. Blood and flesh flew everywhere wherever they went, and broken bones and rotten flesh were scattered everywhere.
The infantrymen in the trenches pulled the bolts of their guns one after another, aiming at the fish that slipped through the net and firing bursts.
Suddenly, a living corpse rushed out of the group of corpses and rushed towards the trench on hands and feet.
The soldiers noticed something strange and hurriedly turned their guns and concentrated fire on the more threatening target. Unexpectedly, this living corpse was so strong that bullets bounced away from it.
"I found the iron corpse, request fire reinforcements!"
"Request received!"
Accompanied by a response full of electric noise, the three nearby artillery mechas simultaneously turned their muzzles and aimed at the flying iron corpse.
"Target locked, fire!"
"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"
The three gun barrels stuttered backwards in turn. The running iron corpse's shoulders were first lifted off, then its chest was penetrated, and finally its head was blown away by a cannon.
"Well done!" "It's so accurate!"
The artillery mecha uses computer-assisted aiming. As long as it is within the effective range of two hundred meters of the sensor, it can be as accurate as a sniper rifle.
The first wave of corpses was quickly blocked, and the few elite iron corpses mixed in were defeated one by one.
But without giving anyone any time to rest, the second wave of corpses surged forward. But this time, the giant corpse king arrived on the battlefield.
The size of the corpse king is similar to that of the siege spirit, and some are even several times larger than the largest siege spirit rock giant and mechanical puppet Ogamaso.
This wave of corpse kings numbered more than three hundred, and they collided heavily with the human siege spirits, like two mountain ranges colliding violently. The impact was so powerful that it was like a gust of wind and a tsunami, shaking the earth and mountains.
Because of the addition of the Corpse King, the siege guards had no time to take care of the corpses. Countless living corpses squeezed past their feet and poured into the trenches.
The infantry and mechas fired wildly, but the number of living corpses was too huge. In just a few minutes, they washed away several trenches like a flood.
Seeing that they could no longer hold on, a huge roar suddenly came from the sky, followed by a huge black shadow passing overhead.
The roar was earth-shaking and deafening, making people feel scared and made them feel small and helpless.
The soldiers subconsciously raised their heads and saw a huge red shadow hovering down from high in the sky.
"Red Dragon Novasad!" "Long live!"
The soldiers' trembling with fear turned into shouts of excitement. At this moment, Long Wei was not the source of fear, but the ale that boosted morale.
The next moment, with the eardrum-shattering dragon roar, a giant pillar of fire fell from the sky, sweeping across half of the battlefield with a roar.
The group of corpses fell into a sea of fire, and countless living corpses were turned into ashes in the dragon's breath. The huge corpse king was covered in fire, walking aimlessly, wailing in pain.
When the red dragon breathed out its dragon's breath and showed its power to destroy the world, Lacey gave Chen Xing a meaningful look on the high ground thousands of meters away from the front line.
Although Chen Xing looked a little unhappy, there was no need to guess that the other party was here to demonstrate to him, but he praised, "The Maris family's red dragon really deserves its reputation!"
After receiving his affirmative answer, Lacey turned back and continued to admire their dragon's power of burning the sky and destroying the earth.
Chen Xing's interest in this was definitely not high. Seeing Lacey's arrogant look, he felt unhappy all over. Instead of staying here to watch her show off her muscles, he might as well go back to the camp and have a drink or two.
As soon as the curtain of the camp was opened, the melodious and calm sound of the piano could be heard.
There was a large harp in the corner of the tent. A beautiful woman was standing next to the harp. Her slender white fingers were stroking the strings, and each melodious note flowed out from her fingertips.
The woman playing the piano is Ruth, once one of the Silver Claw Iron Triangle and the owner of the Heavenly Harp. Now she is just a member of Chen Xing's maid team. She wears a sexy white dress and plays music instead of the stereo and CD player. .
"The boss is here!" "The boss!"
Just when Chen Xing wanted to sit down, listen to music and have a drink, Huozui Pangli rushed in with a few people.
Seeing the furious expressions of several people, Chen Xing slowly put down his wine glass and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Boss..."
Huozui opened his mouth, hesitated to speak, and exchanged glances with Pang Li beside him. After getting the other party's affirmative support, he gritted his teeth and continued, "Boss, the brothers below are all clamoring to kill the living corpses!"
"Yes, they all came to us and said they wanted to participate in the battle." Pang Li helped.
"Seeing others fighting in the front while you are hiding behind makes everyone feel uncomfortable." Several other people also followed suit.
"Then..." Chen Xing paused, then picked up the wine bottle in the expectant eyes of several people and said, "Let them drink more!"
“After a few bottles of horse piss, you won’t think too much.”
"Boss, what are you..." Huo Zui couldn't laugh or cry.
Chen Xing's face turned cold, he put away his cynical expression, and glanced coldly across the faces of several people.
Those who made eye contact with him lowered their heads guiltily, or turned their faces to avoid his gaze.
"I remember I told you..."
"I'm not Tienuo!"
"I only inherited his last wishes, not his character and values!"
"I'm not as great as him, not as selfless as him!"
"If anyone dares to raise the issue of fighting with me again, let them get lost!"
"Get out of my expeditionary force, get out of my lightning regiment!"
Chen Xing gritted his teeth and said in a stern voice, "Do you understand everything?"
Seeing the boss getting angry, Huozui Pangli and others hurriedly stood up straight, looked straight ahead, and said in unison, "I understand!"
"Get out of here if you understand!"
Chen Xing pointed at the door, and several people immediately ran out as if they were running away.
"It's really hard to lead a team..."
Chen Xing shook his head and sighed, took a sip of wine, walked up behind Ruth, and slapped her on the butt.
"Let's have some fun, why don't we cry like weeping for someone else?"
Chen Xing cursed, and Ruth nodded frantically like a frightened deer and started playing again. Soon, a cheerful but slightly trilling piano sound came from the camp...
