After the reinforcements from Langya City escorted the defeated soldiers from Songlin Ridge eastward for a hundred miles to cross the Jinshui River, a group of new faces greeted the North Huangshan after the war.
They are a group of Taoist priest-like evolvers, with long hair and crowns, short brown clothes, and cloud socks and cloth shoes on their feet. Each of them holds a seven-star sword. They look thin and full of energy.
Walking to the foot of the scorched Beihuang Mountain, you can see burned vegetation everywhere.
Often when the wind blows, a few wisps of ashes will rise from the ground and fly to the side.
Occasionally, humanoid skeletons can be seen in the thick ashes of vegetation.
They were all burned beyond recognition by the fire, and it was impossible to tell whether they were black corpses or dead humans.
These people were collecting available clues among the ruins, when suddenly a loud crane roar sounded in the mountains.
People looked up and saw a psychic white crane flying up from the other side of the ridge.
Its whole body is almost pure white, with a vermilion on the top of its head, and a few black feathers covering its forehead and eyes. Its flight feathers are long and curved, casting a huge shadow when it flies over everyone's heads.
A young Taoist priest said: "Uncle Master, 'Red Branch' is back."
There was a middle-aged Taoist in front of the team, wearing green clothes and holding a fly whisk. The young Taoist was talking to him.
The white crane circled in the air. The Taoist in Qingyi waved his whisk, and the white crane landed at his feet.
"Is there anyone else on the other side of the mountain?"
The Taoist asked the white crane and at the same time gently stroked the feathers on his neck.
After a while, the white crane purred, and the Taoist priest in Qingyi paused with his palm, shook his head and said:
"I see, that's what it is."
"Uncle Master, what did Hongzhi say?" the little Taoist asked, "Are there people on the other side of this mountain?"
"No more." Qingyi Taoist replied, "The ten miles radius here has become a scorched earth. No matter whether it is a living person or a black corpse, Hongzhi has not found any."
There were other Taoist priests in the crowd who wondered:
"It's not yet the season when wildfires are common. Could it be that someone deliberately set the fire?"
"Perhaps someone wanted to take advantage of the chaos to rescue the people trapped in the Pine Ridge base. We arrived a step too late, and the mountain here is already empty."
"I guess so, but I don't know which ruthless person actually dared to set fire to the mountain. If this was done before the disaster, wouldn't you be afraid...?"
"What are you afraid of? Before the disaster? Now it's after the disaster. Senior brother, times have changed."
"Yes, times have changed." Taoist Qingyi spoke up at the right time, "In such an apocalyptic world, the Songlin Ridge base is really lucky to encounter such a decisive team."
"Let's go," he said at last.
"Uncle Master of Magical Instruments, where should we go next?"
"where to?"
The Taoist priest in green swung his fly whisk and let the white crane fly.
"Go to the place where there is a tide of corpses, and go to a place where there are living people. There are still millions of people in the land of Jiangnan. This was once our home, and it is not a Taiping granary for the tide of corpses to take away. Let's go!"
"Yes, uncle!"
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On the way to escort Lin Xiao, Hou Shan and others to the Kong family's Lao Yashan stronghold, Lang Hua and others accidentally learned a piece of news.
Reliable information confirmed that the three troops that set out from Nanling Wuyi to support the Wang family half a month ago have been completely wiped out.
After losing contact with the command, no one knows what happened to them before they died.
But most speculations are that the supporting troops fell into the trap of the zombie wave halfway and were quickly surrounded and annihilated.
More than ten days have passed since the Wang family sent out a signal for help in this battle between humans and corpses.
During this period of time, the super zombie groups active on the south shore of the two lakes continued to attack the city and advance greatly in three directions: west, south, and east.
On the western battlefield, a total of five million radioactive black corpses wiped out three of the Wang family's strongholds in just two days. The tide of corpses advanced more than 300 miles to the west, confronting the Wang family's defenders on the Miaoling line.
A week later, the Miaoling War ended in a disastrous defeat for the Wang family. Only more than 100 of the 100,000 evolvers guarding Dushan were able to escape.
Now that the zombie wave on the west road is attacking in a large scale, the large base of Longdong Castle has been lost, and the zombie wave has directly threatened the Wang family headquarters in Nanming.
As early as three days ago, Wang Shouye had asked the Song family for help.
aid.
At the behest of Cha Feng, CEO of the Self-Administration Association, Jincheng also sent combat troops across Yubei to block any large corpse groups that wanted to outflank the Wang family's retreat.
Coincidentally, the South China battlefield at this time was also plunged into the quagmire of war.
The front line of Wuyi Mountain is constantly on fire, and the danger is constant.
The lord of the port city, Chen Biantao, has sent troops to northern Fujian to rescue a unit of the Zhou family that was trapped here.
Not long ago, brothers Zhou Qiming and Zhou Qiliang were able to send troops to aid the Wang family because of their old friendship.
Now that the situation has changed, they are already burning their butts off and have no time to take care of themselves.
On the eastern battlefield, not long ago Lang Hua miraculously rescued the defenders of the Songlinling base in Beihuangshan at the cost of a hundred deaths and thousands of injuries.
At the same time, a fire almost wiped out an entire million-level black corpse wave.
It can be said to be the first major victory since the war began.
But the battlefield situation did not improve much.
After the battle of Beihuangshan, the reinforcements from Langya City retreated hastily.
All forces also evacuated backwards with a tacit understanding, and the entire human front moved three hundred miles eastward.
It turns out that satellites showed that on the day after Lang Hua burned the mountain, three waves of corpses appeared from Qingyang County, Xianyu Mountain and Huizhou, and had formed a trend of outflanking North Huangshan.
If Lang Hua didn't leave, those burnt corpses on Songlin Ridge would be the fate of all of them.
At the same time, there are reports that two new types of radiation variants, "frog type" and "giant", are extremely active in the southern battlefield, causing an average of more than a thousand casualties to human evolutionaries every day.
Like Lang Hua's memories of his previous life, this war between humans and corpses that took place at the end of the second year of the apocalypse is gradually evolving into a full-scale war affecting the entire Jiangnan.
The tide of corpses is so powerful that it can attack everywhere it goes. Everyone is in danger and frightened.
If Zhao Shifeng hadn't been frightened, how could he have done such a demoralizing act as blowing up the bridge?
From this perspective, although Zhao Shifeng's bombing of the bridge was criticized by others, it was still a reasonable act to protect himself.
In a war, whoever wins a city or wins a battle between two armies will have a great morale boost.
Although the black corpse would not have such feelings, it is undeniable that the human race was indeed severely discouraged this time.
Nowadays, the corpse tide has swept tens of millions of people, and no one wants to confront it head-on.
The best way is to retreat to the second line, or even build strong walls and wait for reinforcements.
It was under this situation that Lang Hua was ordered to immediately set off for the front-line battlefield in Qiantang.
After escorting Lin Xiao, Hou Shan and others to Laoya Mountain, they embarked on the road south without stopping.
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After Lang Hua burned the Northern Huangshan Mountains, the corpse tide troops from Huizhou and Xianyu Mountains united and attacked the human gathering areas in the Huaiyu Mountains and Yanxia Ridge area to the south.
At the foot of Yanxia Ridge Mountain, there is a small town that has been besieged by a wave of corpses for three days.
A large corpse group with less than 20,000 black corpses discovered this place not long ago.
After a moderate encounter, the zombies surrounded the small town at the cost of three hundred black corpses.
The casualty data on the human side was five hundred dead and one thousand injured.
After the siege, the passage down the mountain was immediately cut off.
No matter it is day or night, no one can slip away quietly from under the eyes of the corpse tide.
There were people who did not believe in evil and wanted to escape secretly, but now their heads have been moved, and their arms and legs are stored in the bellies of several black corpses.
Until now, the city lord here has sent more than a dozen messages asking for help to the Self-Government Committee and the Kong Family Headquarters, but the replies he received were all waiting for help.
Whether there are reinforcements and when they will arrive is a question.
At noon that day, goalkeeper Wang Cong led his men to guard the north gate of Yanxia City.
The sun shone warmly on the city defense line.
The light shone on the evolved defender, making him sweat profusely.
When the light shines on the black corpses attacking the city wall, even their hoho screams become feeble.
This is already the fourth attack launched by the zombie group today.
Although the corpse group was out of power, their ammunition was also running out.
Over the past three days, the corpses have moved in
Attacks are becoming more frequent day by day.
Many special-sense black corpses were stimulated by the vitality and blood of the living people in the city, and would cross the city wall to sneak attack even in the middle of the night.
If this continues, Wang Cong doesn't know how long he can hold on.
Before the siege began, he once heard that there seemed to be a path leading straight into the back mountain outside the south gate guarded by the city lord Lu Gang.
If the city leader wants to escape somewhere...
Thinking of this, Wang Cong couldn't wait any longer.
At this moment, another soldier beside him loudly reported:
"Second Master, look! There's someone there!"
Looking in the direction the soldier pointed, Wang Cong saw many people coming from behind the corpses.
They emerged from the edge of the mist, wearing gray half-body armor and holding knives, swords, shields and other cold weapons.
The leader was wearing a black hoodie and holding two swords, which were as bright as snow.
Another man wore a baseball cap and held a long sword, which was dancing like flying.
There was a third-level peak gorilla that wanted to block the way, but was surrounded and killed by two people in an instant.
Knowing how to kill the black corpses, Wang Cong thought that this was indeed a group of living people!
I saw that they formed a formation of thirty people, with more than a dozen shield-bearers guarding both sides, and the sword-hands and sword-hands were the forwards respectively.
This formation was as thin as a cone, and breaking into the corpses was like a hot red steel knife thrust into butter.
There were only five to six hundred of them in total, but they were divided into twenty teams and attacked from the periphery of the corpse group in four directions.
Thirty people in the same team cooperated seamlessly. They raised the shield and put away the sword, and dropped the shield and released the sword. They all performed their duties, as if thirty people shared one brain.
Even if he had the special sense to rush into the formation, he would be blocked by the shield bearers outside.
The loose formation of the corpse group was instantly broken up by them.
I don’t know how many black corpses died in their hands along the way.
It is as powerful as broken bamboo.
These people are really too strong.
For a moment, these were the only words that came to Wang Cong's mind.
He never thought that the zombies could be beaten like this.
"Reinforcements, reinforcements are coming!"
On the city wall, the city defenders shouted excitedly like crazy.
The soldiers next to Wang Cong also said excitedly: "Second Master, they are reinforcements, they are reinforcements!"
Seeing how strong the fighting power of the reinforcements was, Wang Cong couldn't help but feel refreshed.
"It's really reinforcements." Wang Cong murmured, "I just don't know which force they are from."
Could it be the Kong family's Southeast Corps?
But I heard that they are good with guns.
Wang Cong stared at the moves of the two leading ability users and suddenly said:
"The light of the sword and the shadow of the sword?"
He thought of something and hurriedly lay down on the top of the city and shouted:
"Is the person coming here the sword double wall who has recently dominated the 10th and 11th place on the Water Mirror Sky Ranking?"
Lan Xi on the city wall responded loudly:
"Hurry up and open the city gate. I am Lan Xi, the Sword Attendant of Langya City. I have come here to support you on the orders of Lord Langhua."
Haiping even chopped away several black corpses blocking the road with his sword, and a few climbed up the city wall.
In an instant, he put one of the sharp horizontal knives on Wang Cong's neck.
"Open the door." Haiping said.
The voice was unceremonious and cold, like the wind coming out of the cellar.
"Yes, yes, open the door." Wang Cong responded hurriedly.
"Let go of the second boss, how dare you..."
The evolver next to Wang Cong hurriedly raised his gun.
Unexpectedly, Wang Cong yelled loudly.
"Shut up, you idiot. If you don't open the door and delay the friendly troops from entering the city, I'll be the first to kill you!"
His voice was trembling, and the pitch was high.
It looked like a male duck whose neck was pinched.
But this can’t be blamed on Wang Cong.
Because he had a terrifying intuition at the moment.
If the city gate opens a little slower.
The killing god in front of him could really kill him with a knife.
Then he stepped over his body and opened the city gate himself.
God, what kind of people are these?
