In the middle of the night, the corpses in Fengwei Mountain moved.
A piercing siren sounded on the defense line outside Langya City. At the same time, dozens of hill-like fuel barrels were set alight by bows and arrows at various points outside the city. In an instant, flames shot into the sky outside Langya City, and the entire battlefield was as bright as day.
From the edge of the jungle to the foot of the city wall, black corpses poured in like a sea, forming a mass of darkness in front of the searchlights, and soon filled every corner outside the city.
There are no more tactics, no more combinations. Hundreds of thousands of black corpses were like chess pieces thrown out by children, regardless of type, you or me, they all rushed forward and charged against the hail of bullets. At this moment, the zombie's ability to feel no pain and fear of life and death was fully demonstrated, and the madness displayed by the black corpse during the attack was simply frightening.
Black corpses kept falling down, and more black corpses kept rushing up, stepping on the corpses of their companions. Black corpses, dead and alive, were all piled under the fifteen-meter-high outer city wall. The pile of corpses is getting higher and higher at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just over two hours, it has risen eight to nine meters. It seems that the grenade offensive can no longer be stopped!
"Wow--"
What people feared most happened. With a corpse slope of sufficient height, the black corpses only need to form a simple corpse ladder to climb up the city wall again, just like what happened last night!
In full view of everyone, the first black corpse climbed onto the city wall, then the second, and the third...
"Fight on your own, retreat!"
Less than three hours into the war, the Evolvers were forced to abandon their edge defenses. At this time, the bullets have no eyes, and it is extremely easy to accidentally injure their companions. If they don't want to be slaughtered on the chopping board, they must pick up cold weapons and fight to the death with black corpses!
The evolvers were divided into groups of five based on the principle of proximity. The group members included two shield soldiers, two sword soldiers and one spearman. During the battle, the shield soldiers were in the front, the spear soldiers were in the back, and the sword soldiers were separated on both sides, forming a tight and flawless defensive formation.
Under the pressing pressure of the black corpses, each fighting group fought and retreated, and after a short time they retreated from the city wall in an orderly manner. As long as they can retreat back to the inner city steadily, they can defend themselves again and win a glimmer of hope for themselves!
At this moment, a shrill scream rang in everyone's hearts.
"ah--"
People responded to the call and saw a second-level ghost monkey breaking through the defense of a certain group and using its slender claws to pierce a huge hole in the spearman's chest!
"Put down Xiaoliang! I'll kill you, you beast!"
His teammates were furious and wanted to raise their swords to attack the ghost monkey, but were stopped by another swordsman.
"Xiao Liang is hopeless, don't fight, let's go!"
On average, only the four members of the group at the early stage of the second stage once again formed a team and accelerated their evacuation. Fortunately, the ghost monkey was not bloodthirsty after the attack and immediately dragged its "prey" away. Otherwise, all five members of the group would have died. under its claws.
I felt pity for the victim who was still alive. He was roughly dragged by the ghost monkey for more than a hundred meters before he got a break. His throat was bitten off, and the screams suddenly stopped, but everyone felt more and more horrified in their hearts.
Sure enough, more special beings are climbing over the city wall, joining the hunting army one by one, and becoming the executioners who hunt down the evolved ones. On the way people retreated, the second and third victims gradually appeared. Then came the tenth and hundredth ones, and more and more people were knocked down by special sensations, hit by bone spurs or venom. Many victims had arms ripped off, thighs chewed to pieces, torn apart alive, or simply corroded into piles of flesh. For a time, those shrill screams continued for a long time, shrouding the sky above Langya City like a dark cloud.
At the critical moment, Wu Ke appeared on the battlefield holding two hammers. He turned over a second-level ghost monkey that wanted to attack the evolver, and saved several people along the way.
"Where are your potions? If you don't use them now, then when will you wait!"
"Where are the people with abilities? Follow me to disperse and attack!"
Only then did people take out a pink potion, install the needle without saying a word, and inject it into the subcutaneous muscles of the neck. At the same time, there seemed to be more ability users emerging from the crowd, almost doubling compared to before. What's more, there are some new faces all over the place.
These people have good fighting ability. They have so much manpower that they can kill a second-level black zombie with just one punch. Some of them are extremely fast and can subdue and kill a special creature of the same level in just an instant. Others sprouted a pair of white wings and flew in the air with guns to provide fire support to their comrades. Some even transformed into giant monsters with a head and a body, overturning all the zombies wherever they went!
Nearly fifty ability users stood at the front of the crowd, enduring the most intense attacks from the zombies and dealing the most violent damage from the human side. As for the remaining evolvers, the ones with the lowest level are also at the peak of the first level. When the esper took action to restore the balance, they gathered into groups again and started a back-and-forth confrontation with the black corpse.
The corpse claws frequently sparked sparks on the steel shield, but they could not penetrate the defense. Suddenly, a spearhead emerged from the two shields, and it immediately pierced its brain. The swordsmen on both sides were also in the limelight, chopping up any black corpses that dared to approach, and protecting other team members.
In this way, although the killing speed of ordinary evolvers is not high, they have stabilized their position. In the past few days, this was the first time that humans had not lost in a one-on-one fight with the black zombies.
This is the final foundation of Langya City. Being able to spawn so many ability users and strengthen so many evolvers in a short period of time, which base in the world could do this in the early years of the Cataclysm?
Langya City has the potion formula provided by Lang Hua, Chen Xinyan and her research institute, and even a large amount of star grass essence obtained from the Nata Mountain arsenal. It can be said that it has the most unique conditions for making evolutionary potions.
All the medicines produced by the institute in the past three months have been used up today.
In just three hours after nightfall, Langya City injected awakening potions into 3,578 ordinary evolvers in the city, thus spawning a new batch of fifty-three ability users. And those evolvers who failed to awaken successfully also benefited from the crystal core potion, and therefore improved part of their levels.
The top management of Langya City did not choose to run away with the wealth. Instead, they used up the crystal core reserves in the base for a group of ordinary people, and distributed the large amount of charging potions and awakening potions produced to everyone for free.
It is foreseeable that after this battle, Langya City will inevitably be destitute and become the pauper it was at the beginning.
But Lang Hua knew it was worth it, and he would never be stingy with his own people. He knew that if the potion was gone, he could make more, and if the crystal cores were not enough, he could collect them again, but once a person dies, he will never be resurrected. Only these soldiers who are willing to share joys and sorrows, life and death with the base will be the real wealth of Langya City in the future!
As time went by, the huge outer city had completely turned into a battlefield. Countless black corpses who crossed the city wall started a fierce battle with the people of Langya City in the outer city. People knew that there was no need to stop the Black Corpse from entering the city at this moment, because there was no one left in the base. At this time, everyone had only one thought in their minds, which was to keep attacking and kill as many opponents as possible.
Until four o'clock in the morning, the Evolvers started a new round of defense relying on the inner city wall, and there were still some familiar faces missing on the battlefield. At this time, the large army of zombies had crossed the tall city wall and entered the outer city, and the number of corpses staying outside the city was less than one-third.
In a dark room on the edge of the defense line, Lang Hua and some outstanding ability users sneaked out under the moonlight. Without the zombies noticing, they secretly jumped off the city wall and sneaked towards a direction in the second half of the zombie tide.
After all, Langya City still does not have the capital to fight the zombie tide to the end. For the zombie king who is good at fueling tactics, the tug-of-war that seems to be evenly matched is just an illusion in a short period of time. Once the battle damage ratio of the Evolutionaries reaches a certain limit and the number of black corpses killed at the same time falls below a certain valley, the zombie tide will open its mouth and engulf the remaining people in an instant.
Everyone is racing against time. Perhaps only by killing the strange mutant corpse king can this corpse disaster be completely solved.
…
When Lang Hua led his men to break through to the rear of the corpse group, some people were watching on the hillsides on both sides of Langya City.
Qishui flows through the east, west and south sides of Fengwei Mountain. On the east and west sides of Fengwei Mountain, there is a mountain range facing Fengwei Mountain across the Qishui. These two mountains are not high in altitude, but they have a diagonal ridge running from north to south, making them the best commanding heights nearby.
Behind a huge rock at the top of the west mountain ridge, an old man and a young man in military uniforms were talking. The old man standing in front had a pale face, gray hair under his military cap, and a pair of extremely bright eyes. The young man behind was wearing a well-tailored military uniform. He had a high nose, tightly pursed lips, and a pair of thick eyebrows and big eyes in his sharp outline. He looked tall and mighty, but at this moment he lowered his head slightly and stood respectfully behind the old man.
This place is only two kilometers away from the corpse tide. There are many scattered black corpses wandering in the mountains and forests, but there is no guard behind them.
If Lang Hua were here, he would be able to recognize the identities of these two people at a glance. They are the current talkers of the Southern Qi Military Region, Yang Jianye, the head of the Yang family, and Yang Zhenghua, Yang Jianye's grandson and the then colonel leader of the 215th Regiment.
They had been observing since the zombie wave attacked in the middle of the night. It wasn't until the people of Langya City really stabilized their footing in the battle that Yang Jianye's expression became a little moved.
Noticing this change, Yang Zhenghua nodded slightly and whispered to the old man who was a head shorter than him: "Grandpa, they must be somewhat unique in being able to persist in the tide of corpses for so long even though they are few in number."
Yang Jianye nodded and said: "It is indeed courageous to not choose to escape in the face of the corpse tide. This alone is better than many people."
Yang Zhenghua said tentatively: "Maybe these people are worth saving."
"Of course we have to save. But as a commander, your judgment should never be influenced by emotions. You must know that more than tens of millions of people die every year in disasters. How can you and our Southern Qi Military Region save it alone? I am already old. , the power of the military region will be handed over to you sooner or later. You have to remember that the road ahead must be long. Only by carefully calculating a deck of good cards can you accomplish more great things in this apocalypse. This is your own responsibility, and it is also Responsibility for the 300,000 comrades in the Southern Qi Military Region."
"Yes, my grandson has learned a lesson."
"Forget it, you've been like this since you were a child." Yang Jianye put down the telescope and sighed, "But Zhenghua, do you know why we sent troops to save this lonely city?"
"My grandson knows that in the last days, the human race is declining, and we should support each other. Moreover, Langya City is particularly important to the tens of thousands of people in Sha City. If this place is lost, the corpses will sweep across the city, and everyone who survives will be in danger of losing their lives. And if we support Langya City to tide over the difficulties, it will definitely grow stronger, expand its sphere of influence, and increase the safe area on the borders of Shashi, which is also a good thing for the survivors."
"It makes sense." Yang Jianye smiled and nodded, "But you still forgot one thing."
"Forgot something?" Yang Zhenghua frowned, clasped his fists and said, "My grandson is not sure, please give me some advice."
"Let me ask you, what is Langya City?"
Yang Zhenghua answered without thinking: "A doomsday base, the last refuge for survivors in Shashi, a friendly neighbor and potential opponent of the Southern Qi Military Region, and one of the indispensable strongholds for the revival of the human race."
"Then let me ask you again, what is this zombie crisis?"
"yes……"
Yang Zhenghua hesitated. The tide of corpses was naturally just a tide of corpses. What else could it be? In other words, what is the difference between this zombie wave and subsequent ones?
First and last, is it sooner or later?
Thinking of this, Yang Zhenghua had an idea.
Then he carefully considered and said: "Since the outbreak of the disaster, this is the first time in the world that a million-level zombie siege has occurred. According to the news from the coalition government, although there are preliminary movements of corpses gathering in various states and places, It is still far from the point of forming a zombie tide. The end of the world is like an abyss that cannot be seen to the bottom at a glance. Everything is unknown. Perhaps we can understand the reasons for the formation of the zombie tide through this battle. Find the source of the zombie tide and prepare for the end of the world."
"It's good that you can think so far ahead."
Yang Jianye did not hesitate to praise his younger generations. He turned around and looked at the man who was much taller than him. He couldn't help but raise his hand and pat the man's shoulder, nodding with satisfaction.
Yang Zhenghua seemed very excited and stood at attention and performed a military salute.
At this time, Yang Jianye withdrew his gaze and said slowly: "You are right about the world's first zombie siege. We may gain some experience from it, and we can learn some lessons no matter how bad it is. But compared to participating in a war, and more importantly, to participate in a victorious war.”
"A victorious war?" Yang Zhenghua lowered his head and thought, feeling as if he had caught a flash of light, but he almost couldn't think clearly, as if there was a thin film between him and the real answer. "Is it an important victory..."
Yang Jianye put his hands behind his back and looked at the battlefield not far away. Facing the smoke, he said slowly: "Zhenghua, you are right. The end of the world is an abyss for us humans. In the days to come, it is conceivable that we will keep walking. On the road at night, every step is taken in the dark. No one knows whether the foot is on the ground or a deep pit, no one knows whether the front is a wall or a thoroughfare, no one knows where the end of the road is, and no one can guarantee it. We can go all the way to the end.”
"We may find that the number of companions around us is decreasing one by one, and the road is getting narrower and steeper."
"You know? The endless darkness is the easiest to breed despair and the easiest to annihilate faith."
The old general raised his face, as if he could see the future scene.
"Death is the easiest thing. Trying to survive is also easy, but the difficult thing is to live with a clear conscience. It is our misfortune to be born in this era of disaster, but we also shoulder unshirkable responsibilities and mission."
Yang Zhenghua heard his grandfather sigh.
"To be honest, it is not a good thing that the end of the world is happening during the current coalition government. Peace has existed for more than a hundred years so far. Many people today have lived in comfort for half their lives and have never experienced war, natural disasters or riots. In the face of such a level of disaster, the human body is vulnerable, and the human heart is even more fragile. Just like a plate of loose sand, if you are not careful, it will slip away bit by bit through the hourglass, and the end will come quickly and unknowingly. .”
Yang Jianye then turned to look at him: "Zhenghua, is this what you want to see?"
"No, it's not."
"That's why I said that we urgently need this victory. If the world's first zombie siege ends with the victory of mankind, Wolf Cliff City will become a flag. In the darkness, this flag will spread out A little bit of fluorescence, like a lighthouse in the waves, brings a glimmer of hope to everyone. Zhenghua, we need this flag, mankind needs this flag, and the world also needs this flag! So do you understand?"
Looking at Yang Jianye's bright eyes, a sense of mission arose spontaneously.
Yang Zhenghua stood at attention, saluted, and responded loudly: "I understand, general. I will lead all the troops to capture this flag for 'us'."
"Go, kid." Yang Jianye closed his eyes. The fine lines at the corners of his eyes never widened, and there were a few gray age spots tightly clustered around them.
"Yes! Zhenghua will do his best until death."
Yang Zhenghua had already set off, and the old man's words came slowly from behind: "Children, I wish you good luck."
