On the first day of February in the third year of the apocalypse, one hundred thousand black corpses marched north to capture the Fengdu Bridge.
Zheng Yangkong led the coalition forces to use all their strength to severely defeat the corpse tide in Luoyun Town, Shizi Road, and Wenchang Village, killing more than 30,000 black corpses.
The next day, the corpse tide set up ambushes twice in Yanghe Ridge and Tielugou, intending to trap the main force of the coalition forces into pocket formations and eliminate them in one fell swoop.
The Corpse King thought very well, but unexpectedly Zheng Yangkong used his body as bait to lure the corpse tide into a bigger pocket.
Finally, the second batch of 100,000 Northern Allied Forces arrived, and with the cooperation of the Jiangdong Corps' air support, they defeated the Tielugou zombie wave.
Not only did he rescue Zheng Yang's Kongbu, but he also killed 80,000 black corpses. Not even one of the black corpses in the encirclement circle escaped.
The coalition forces spent a day cleaning the battlefield and harvested 72,000 crystal cores.
The only pity is that no trace of the Corpse King was found.
"Not found? The Corpse King ran away?!"
In the tent, Chen Gang said angrily to a team leader.
"Sir, this is none of my business..."
"Go! Go! Go."
Chen Gang waved his hand to drive away the team leader, but he was puzzled:
"That guy is not a Tu Xingsun, can he still dig a hole and escape?"
Wang Ming thought: "Could someone below have missed it? How about searching again?"
"Well, it's possible. Maybe it was blown up by a bomb, hahaha."
At this time, Zheng Yangkong lifted the curtain and walked in, followed by the dejected Li Ren.
Zheng Yangkong said: "No need to look for it, the Corpse King has run away."
Seeing the disbelief of several people, he went on to explain:
“After the war, the pilot found a small group of corpses on a mountain 2,000 meters outside Tielugou. They were all composed of mid-level special senses.
The Corpse King should have been staying there to control the situation and not come to Tielugou.
After the pilot discovered it, I asked Li Ren to lead the people to chase him, but the opponent was too slippery to catch him. "
"What a careful guy." Wang Ming sighed.
Li Ren lowered his head and said in frustration: "It's all my fault. If I had moved faster, I might have caught him."
"How can I blame you? How could the Corpse King be caught so easily?"
Chen Gang said angrily: "Damn coward, you took advantage of him!"
"In short, the zombie tide failed to move north, and our mission has been completed."
Zheng Yangkong patted Li Ren on the shoulder and continued:
"But we don't have time to repair. The headquarters instructed us to leave five thousand people to guard Fengdu. The remaining people were reorganized into a dispatch army and set off immediately, heading west to Chishui, waiting for dispatch."
"yes!"
At the same time, on a mountain trail seventy miles away from Fengdu,
A group of sneaky-looking black corpses with special senses fled into a villa and hid.
This was once a scenic spot in the southwest of Fengdu, with high mountains and dense forests, and winding roads. Even before the disaster, it was a sparsely populated place.
I really don’t know how these guys found this place.
After entering the villa, hundreds of special animals each found a corner to hide, far less "free and loose" than usual.
Among them, some of the higher-level ghost monkeys and gorillas were the dominant ones in their original communities.
Nowadays, they are hiding under the trees, neither looking for food, nor fighting, nor even letting out the most common roar, as if they are just good babies.
The closer you get to the big house in the center of the villa, the more obvious this phenomenon becomes.
In the not too strong sunlight, you can even find some of them trembling.
The white eyes actually conveyed a rather human fear.
In the room at this time, several pale humanoid creatures were kneeling in front of the table.
They looked very different from the black corpses outside. Not only were they wearing decent clothes, but some of them were even wearing intact shoes.
Hoarse and incoherent sounds emerged from their mouths one after another.
"They are all...dead..."
"Go back...go back...kill...them."
"Are you going back to the east...?"
"There is a little guy in the east, we don't need to worry about it." "Then... next, Wang... we..."
"Next? Of course we have to go north."
"The north...side...can't do it."
"There are...someones...many people..."
"I know that, but there are many ways to go north. Let's go west and cross the river."
"yes……"
"Da Ming, Er Ming, what's going on with the clothes and shoes you guys are wearing?"
"It's... so... like... like a human being."
Among the "people" kneeling on the ground, a guy who seemed to be the leader answered like this.
After it finished speaking, the air suddenly became quiet, and a dangerous aura suddenly filled the room.
But it didn't dare to raise its head at all, didn't dare to speak, didn't dare to loosen control of its body, lest it couldn't help but tremble all over.
Until it heard a calm voice in front of it say:
"It's not necessary. Just remember, we are the better species."
"Yes, Senluo...King."
The humanoid creature called Daming breathed a sigh of relief.
It and several other guys stood up one after another.
In Da Ming's gray-white pupils, the figure of a man was gradually reflected.
Suits and leather shoes, spotless...
Apart from his extremely pale complexion, he was simply more human than any human being today.
…
When the zombie tide broke through many places on the Western Front and started a battle with the coalition forces in Fengdu.
The zombie tide on the eastern front also launched a restless attack on multiple human settlements.
After the North Huangshan line fell, the corpse tide moved eastward in large numbers, approaching the Wanling and Jiangcheng areas.
Eventually an unprecedented battle was triggered outside Jingting Mountain.
Millions of troops were invested in this war, but the number of human participants was only 200,000.
But surprisingly, the zombie tide did not gain much advantage in this battle.
The reason is that a group of strange soldiers came north from Qinglong Bay and inserted themselves behind the corpse tide, disrupting the corpse king's arrangement.
The leader of this army was named Yang, and his name was the Southern Qi garrison.
When the Super Corpse King mysteriously disappeared from the Fengdu battlefield, the temporary camp at the foot of Jingting Mountain was full of laughter.
As night fell, bonfires were lit in the camp.
Most of the people here are the original members of the Southeast Corps. They experienced the aftermath of a disaster during the day.
In the evening, there was noisy drinking and celebration, and some people hugged each other and cried bitterly.
In addition, there were some blue soldiers walking around, as well as a few people with the wolf fang logo tattooed on their shoulder straps.
At several sentries in front of the hillside, you can even see one or two Taoist priests with long hair and crowns.
"Hey, little Taoist priest, let's have a drink together."
A Jiangdong man walked up to the sentry post and greeted him warmly.
"Drink? This... this is inappropriate. Besides, I have to be on duty."
Seeing the embarrassment on the little Taoist priest's face, the man advised: "It's okay, we have beaten away the zombie tide. Come and drink, there is no man who doesn't drink."
Forced by the man's enthusiasm, the little Taoist priest didn't know how to refuse, so he had to turn his head to look at his senior brother, a slightly older Taoist in green clothes.
"Brother, this..."
Unexpectedly, the older Taoist just smiled and did not stop.
He said: "It's okay, you can go ahead. Remember, drinking is okay. But when it comes to spiritual practice, everything must be in moderation."
"Yes!" The little Taoist priest beamed, "Thank you, senior brother."
"That's right. Taoist priests, you guys have worked hard today. If you hadn't come to the rescue, we brothers would have been miserable.
Taoist priest, the little Taoist priest and I will go first and we will come back later to replace you. "
"No, no, you can just play."
The Taoist in Qingyi saw the two walking away, arm in arm, and returned to the sentry post with a smile and closed the door.
This is just a microcosm of the entire Jingting Mountain camp.
On Jingting Mountain, almost everyone was enjoying this rare night of indulgence.
For seven consecutive days, people could hardly sleep at night under the pressure of millions of corpses.
Now that I have successfully survived, I naturally want to celebrate.
In a cheerful atmosphere, a young man in the tent in the camp lifted the curtain and looked outside.
Not long after, he put down the curtain, turned around and returned to the house, continuing the topic.
"Now that the tide of corpses has receded, Zhenghua was entrusted by Mr. Kong to take charge of this place. I wonder what your plans are for the next two?"
"Pindao and the others will just follow you. We don't have enough manpower right now, so there must be people here that we can help with."
Standing beside the table was a middle-aged Taoist priest holding a fly whisk. When he spoke, the white crane lying at his feet also raised its head spiritually.
This is exactly the Taoist priest Fayi and the white crane "Red Branch" who appeared in the Beihuang Mountain area more than a month ago.
He and his Taoist priests were the first group of people to arrive at Qinglong Bay.
"Captain Hai, what about you?"
"I want to go back to Qiantang to help." said the third person in the corner.
He asked Yang Zhenghua: "What to do with the remaining black corpses? Let them leave alive?"
The man who asked the question was wearing a black hoodie, and his face was hidden in the shadow of the candlelight, making his face unclear.
"That's not possible." Yang Zhenghua replied, "The tide of corpses has now receded, and its remaining troops are nothing to be afraid of. I have sent people to pursue them, and at the same time notified the garrisons along the way to cooperate with the containment. It won't be a problem to come and eat these guys."
After Yang Zhenghua finished speaking, the man in the corner fell silent.
Fa Yi nodded, and when Yang Zhenghua finished speaking, he asked at the right time:
"The corpse tide matter has been settled. Regarding that little guy, I wonder how I will deal with it?"
"That little girl?" Yang Zhenghua showed a rare embarrassed look. "The current war situation is chaotic, so I think it's better to leave it to the CEO to make a decision."
"Why not kill him with one knife?" the man in the hoodie in the corner said abruptly.
"Perhaps it would be more useful to keep it alive." Yang Zhenghua shook his head in opposition, turned to Wen Fayi and said, "About its identity, Taoist Priest, what do you have to guess?"
"It looks human but not human, nor is it an ordinary black corpse." Fa Yi expressed his opinion carefully, "It is probably just a mutant and a special corpse king."
Yang Zhenghua nodded when he heard this. He also had such a guess.
At that time, he said goodbye to Lang Hua and others and headed north because he heard that an extremely difficult intelligent corpse king appeared here.
Unexpectedly, he didn't find the Corpse King when he came here, but instead caught a special mutant that looked like a little girl.
And the day after catching it, the huge tide of corpses mysteriously dissipated.
For those who know the inside story, it is difficult not to wonder what kind of connection there is between the two events.
Just as the three of them were discussing one thing after another, a lieutenant hurriedly broke into the camp.
"It's not good, something bad is going to happen."
"What happened? Speak slowly."
At this time, Yang Zhenghua's heart skipped a beat, and he had a very bad premonition.
"No, that little guy ran away!" the deputy general replied breathlessly.
The man in the hoodie in the corner was stunned for a moment and said, "It's impossible, my people are all there and the defense is very tight!"
"It's true, more than a dozen of the brothers guarding Langya City are dead."
Before the deputy general could finish his words, the man in the corner rushed out. A horizontal knife came out of its sheath with a clatter, and the tip of the knife was stuck on the ground.
He looked back at Yang Zhenghua's eyes. Although he didn't say anything, his anger was already obvious.
If Yang Zhenghua hadn't blocked it that day, he would have sent that ghost to hell long ago!
The three people rushed to the scene quickly. Outside a rough iron cage in the back mountain, more than a dozen corpses were displayed on the ground. The death conditions were horrific.
Looking at the lock that had been pried open, Fa Yi asked: "Open it from the outside? Could it be other intelligent black corpses?"
Unexpectedly, Yang Zhenghua pointed out one person's wound to him: "It's a knife wound. I'm afraid... it was caused by a human being."
"I'll take people to chase him!" Haiping left without looking back.
Yang Zhenghua did not stop him this time. He just warned the deputy general: "Don't make any announcement about this in advance, so as not to... ugh."
He couldn't say the rest, but his subordinates already understood what he meant.
No matter who takes away this corpse king, it will not be a good thing for the coalition forces.
If people knew about it, I'm afraid it would cause a panic...
