In the winter of the second year of the apocalypse, a wave of radiated corpses attacked Nanming to no avail and then fled north.
Thousands of black corpses divided into groups of small and medium-sized corpses, sneaking into the endless Dalou Mountains and disappearing.
At first, not many people paid attention to this remnant army, until they took the initiative to gather the corpses scattered everywhere in retreat.
The size of the corpse group was like a snowball, and it only took a month for the total number to exceed 100,000.
In the next few days, more than 100,000 black corpses broke through the Loushang Pass and swept through many bases in the northern area of Dalou Mountain, killing countless people.
Finally, there was a confrontation with the human army along the Pengshui River.
Stationed here are 14,000 men from Zheng Yangkong's army and 5,000 Fengdu garrison from Jincheng.
Behind them is the still intact Fengdu Cross-River Bridge, which is also the only way to cross the river and go north within a hundred kilometers.
After crossing the river, there are gathering places one after another where millions of survivors in Jiangbei rely on for survival.
If these guys are allowed to cross the river and head north, with the power of the Corpse King, the fate that the human race gathering in Jiangbei will face will be unimaginable!
Therefore, Zheng Yangkong and the others must stop the Corpse King here no matter what.
We must block the Corpse King on the south bank of the river.
We must defeat the tentacles of the corpse disaster spreading northward.
Even if it costs your life!
When the news reached Jiangdong's temporary headquarters, the whole world was shocked.
Chief of Staff Chu Feng took a flight that night from Qiantang and went to Yubei in person three hours later to take charge of the overall situation.
Under the lights of the early morning, He Qiliang, the person in charge of Jincheng, who had been waiting at the airport for a long time, personally picked him up.
At 3:15, the Secretary-General of the Self-Administration Committee, Chu Feng, walked down the ramp with a young assistant.
The two then left by car, accompanied by He Qiliang, to the frontline command center located in Congyansi, Yubei District.
You can't blame them for being anxious. As early as three days ago, at an important place called Guanyin Cave, one of the defenders had already fought against the vanguard of the zombie wave.
The blocking battle in Guanyin Cave lasted for one day and one night, and ended with the death of all three thousand human evolutionaries.
No one knows exactly what happened during those twenty-four hours.
No one knows what means the Corpse King used to capture this "bridgehead" that was said to be indestructible before the war.
The only thing people know is that after the Guanyin Cave defense line is breached, there will be no more barriers on the road to Fengdu Bridge.
Zheng Yangkong and the remaining Fengdu defenders may face annihilation at any time!
three hours ago,
On a hillside a hundred kilometers away from Yubei Airport.
This is an inconspicuous village on the outskirts of Fengdu County, called Sesame Pond.
Before the disaster, the village had a population of more than a hundred households, until Advent came, turning the place into a desolate and desolate place with no people and ghosts.
As the night gradually deepens, a bright yellow full moon rises from the sky.
The moon is sparse, and the goose-yellow moonlight shines on the ground through a thin plume of clouds.
In the quiet fields, the breeze blew through the sparse branches and leaves, making a sound.
Suddenly, a lifelike bird call came from the grass.
"Chirp, chirp."
A response quickly came from the short tree on the side.
"Gugu, gugu."
The two "birds" finished their exchange and were silent for a while.
Suddenly a straw man stood up in the grass. To be precise, he is a person with grass branches and leaves on his head.
The straw man turned to the short tree and whispered: "Hey, it's time for Old Li to change the guard."
A man wearing camouflage also emerged from behind a short tree.
He complained to the straw man: "Did you oversleep, kid? If you don't come, I'm going to wet my crotch."
"Hahaha, my fault, my fault."
The straw man laughed and got behind a short tree.
The man who was replaced cursed and hunched over and left quickly.
It turns out that this is a secret post set up by the human defenders in Sesame Pond.
The man who was replaced ran all the way back to the hillside.
During this period, he bypassed many traps and underwent three inspections before finally reaching his destination.
Fences covered with camouflage cloth, camouflage green tents, and black gun muzzles poked out from the lush grass from time to time.
Who would have thought that there is a stronghold of the human defenders hidden in this dense forest.
"Who's coming?"
"Li Zhixin reported that there were no abnormalities during the guard period."
The person opposite waved his hand and said, "Okay, you go down and rest."
The man guarding the camp gate is a young lieutenant.
He was the person in charge of this stronghold a day ago.
Until the two officers in the middle tent led the team here.
The tide of corpses was coming, and the arrival of reinforcements made him feel more at ease.
Thinking of this, the lieutenant cheered up and continued to patrol the camp.
It was both an inspection and a precaution to prevent anyone from approaching the tent in the center of the camp and hearing the conversation between the two officers.
At midnight, the fields were lonely, and even the moon was hiding behind a dark cloud.
The lights in the tent in the center of the camp were flickering. A young man lit a second candle, turned to another person in the room and said:
"Brother Zheng, the tide of corpses is coming fiercely. You and I don't have enough troops, how can we resist it?"
"The enemy is outnumbered and we are outnumbered, so naturally we cannot touch their edge easily. Just hold on..."
The man raised his head and glanced at him, and then said: "If we continue to defend this place, I'm afraid that in three days, the bridge will be our grave."
"Why don't I know that guarding the bridge is the next best thing? But as soon as we leave, Jiangbei will be exposed to the tide of corpses..."
"That being said, it's not entirely true."
"Brother Zheng, how do you say this?"
"Mingrui, have you ever heard two sentences?"
"What words?"
"If you go deep alone, the strong ones go first, and the tired ones come last."
"Hiss...what else is there?"
"The second is that the flanks are exposed and there is a risk of being flanked."
The young man walked to the table holding the candle and placed half of the remaining candle in the center of the table.
The dim candlelight illuminated the opposite corner, illuminating an angular face.
The bridge of the nose is high, the lips are thin, the eyes are deep...
This person turned out to be Zheng Yangkong, the leader of the Northern Allied Forces supporting the Western Front.
It is rumored that he should lead the main army to guard Tielugou, the last pass leading to Fengdu Bridge. I don’t know why it appeared here.
"Mingrui, we have to rely on ourselves to resolve the siege of Fengdu."
…
In the early morning of January 30, the third year of the End of the World, the zombie army crossed Pengshui at night and captured the Changlin Bay stronghold established by the human race on the east coast.
After the sun rose, the river was dyed red with blood, and countless corpses floated away along the current.
Some of the more than 100,000 black corpses were washed away by the rapid current when crossing the river. Later, they were blocked by the defenders of Changlin Bay. The main force of the remaining corpse tide still numbered 100,000.
They marched eastward under the leadership of corpse generals at all levels. At this time, they were less than forty miles away from the bridge.
At noon that day, the vanguard of the corpse tide encountered a tenacious blockade by human troops in the Lion Rock area.
As for the army of zombies, these weak humans relied on condescending firepower to attack, shamefully repelling their attacks again and again with powerful firepower.
The fierce battle lasted for most of the day. During this period, multiple fourth-level corpse generals took turns to lead the charge. The arrows from the bone-spurred black corpses turned the entire position into a hornet's nest.
It wasn't until evening that the tide of corpses pulled out the nail and continued eastward.
At this time, the leaders of the zombie tide had not yet realized that their rear army was being eaten away bit by bit by the small groups of troops sent by the human race.
The composition of the corpse group is loose, and the physical differences between different black corpse individuals are huge.
It is the same black corpse, but it is divided into strong, old and weak, and divided into different types.
As the corpse tide advances, misalignment will naturally form.
Those who ran fast rushed to the front, while those who ran slowly were left behind.
The corpse groups with single combat effectiveness also dispersed from each other during this process.
An invincible phalanx of zombies was unknowingly dismantled by himself.
Early the next morning, a group of 10,000 corpses led by the corpse tide once again captured a small town. At this time, there were still 6,000 black corpses surrounding a few corpse generals.
At noon, with the scorching sun shining brightly in Luoyun Town, this group of tens of thousands of dead soldiers and generals finally fell into the encirclement of the coalition forces.
An army of ten thousand people ambushed six thousand black corpses, and the battle was one-sided from the beginning.
Perhaps before his death, the leading corpse general hoped that other groups of corpses would follow the sound of gunfire and come to support them.
But he may have forgotten that he rushed too fast and too hard, and he had already put a considerable distance between himself and the others.
Within a day, the same scene was repeated in Luoyun Town, Shizi Road, and Wenchang Village.
The coalition forces made a concerted effort to defeat and wipe out three groups of 10,000 corpses.
The number of people on the human side has not increased. The victory of this battle depends on the numerical advantage on the local battlefield.
It relies on the ambush positions set up in advance and the efficiency of maneuvering between sites.
On every battlefield, the coalition forces can always concentrate superior forces to destroy the enemy.
Because the coalition forces have more numbers at this moment, better equipment, and the terrain is more favorable.
On the other side, in Bailu Village, thirty miles away from Fengdu, three thousand Fengdu defenders were quickly cleaning the battlefield.
For two days, the Fengdu Army responsible for mopping up the corpses continued to eat away at the small and medium-sized corpse groups that had fallen behind in the tide of corpses.
As of this evening, there were twelve thousand black corpses dead in their hands.
In each battle, they only faced ordinary corpse groups with only a few hundred or one or two thousand black corpses.
Winning this kind of battle is not difficult for the elite Fengdu Army.
Since the war began, the human side has sacrificed time, space, equipment, ammunition, and the physical strength of the combatants.
Take a bite here and there from this unprecedentedly bloated corpse tide,
Miraculously, the opponent's army of 100,000 was swallowed up by more than 40,000.
In comparison, the casualties on the human side were only three thousand.
