"good, very good!"
On a higher mountain farther away from the battlefield, Ao Yong and Wu Wu were looking at the situation on the battlefield with binoculars and were full of expectations.
Ao Yonghe felt melancholy for a moment after Zhao Xuan's motorcade left the Zhenjiang base. It was his deep hatred for Zhao Xuan that supported him to this day. He has always regarded killing Zhao Xuan as his life goal.
After Zhao Xuan left happily, he actually felt that his life had lost its meaning and direction.
So he put aside everything in Zhenjiang City and summoned a group of powerful zombies to follow Zhao Xuan's motorcade from a distance.
He saw the advantages of Zhao Xuan Racing Team and also saw the weaknesses of Zhao Xuan Racing Team.
The weakness of Zhao Xuan's team is that there are too few people, and every loss means one less.
Strictly speaking, this weakness is not actually a real weakness, but why are there so many zombies, and there are also zombies such as heavy-gun zombies that have evolved specifically for the needs of attacking difficulties?
Seeing that Zhao Xuan's team was facing an unsolvable problem, he couldn't say how happy he was.
On another hilltop, there were also a dozen level five elite spiritual warriors watching the battle. These elite spiritual warriors were sent by the Shan family and his son from the Lanjing base to follow Zhao Xuan's convoy.
The Shan family and his son suffered many defeats at the hands of Zhao Xuan.
Zhao Xuan not only killed Shan Shicai, the third son of the Shan family, but also destroyed all their grenades and heavy artillery, extorted most of their missiles, and Zhao Xuan's convoy killed 70,000 to 80,000 of their soldiers.
It is impossible for the Shan family and his son to forget such overwhelming hatred.
They sent people to follow Zhao Xuan's motorcade, hoping to wait until Zhao Xuan's motorcade showed weakness or got into trouble, and then kill Zhao Xuan with one blow.
This group of people saw that Zhao Xuan's convoy was about to face a powerful attack by zombies, and they were filled with gloating.
But neither Ao Yonghe nor the trackers sent by Lanjing Base arrived at the scene an hour or two after the battle, and they never saw Zhao Xuan planting missiles on the battlefield.
But they soon met.
"Missile No. 17, No. 18, No. 19, detonate!" Zhao Xuan shouted the order.
'Boom...'
Just when the heavy artillery zombies were leaning down to fire, three light missiles exploded in the area where they were located in a 'pin' shape.
Although these three exploding missiles are 'light' in name, their actual explosion effects are anything but 'light'.
As three shocking loud noises erupted, three dazzling flames suddenly erupted from three directions, and three huge mushroom clouds rose into the sky.
Countless pieces of soil exploded instantly, rushing in all directions with huge kinetic energy and unparalleled speed.
Accompanying the mud was an indescribably huge impact.
'Huh Huh Huh...'
All the heavy artillery zombies, sharp arrow zombies, and countless other types of zombies in the blast center quickly vaporize into invisible substances like soil entering water.
'Puff puff......'
The zombies twenty or thirty meters away from the explosion were instantly shattered by the impact, with broken limbs and broken bodies scattered all over the sky.
The zombies seventy or eighty meters away were blown off the ground. Their internal organs were basically shattered by the huge kinetic energy, and even if they were not dead for the time being, they completely lost their mobility and combat effectiveness.
Although the zombies that were more than 100 meters away from the center of the explosion were blown away for a distance, they only received minor injuries.
After the three missiles exploded, three large circles with a radius of one hundred meters were cleared among the corpses!
The total number of zombies in these three circles is no less than 40,000!
More than a thousand heavy artillery zombies that posed a major threat to Zhao Xuan's convoy were included, and more than two thousand sharp arrow zombies were also taken away.
"Haha, I forgot about their missiles. These three missiles exploded well, beautifully!" Bao Fengqi on the wall of the base immediately turned from worry to joy and praised loudly.
He Liang also smiled in relief.
"Nah, it turns out he buried the missiles in advance. What a thief!" Ao Yonghe couldn't help but curse when he saw that the biggest crisis for Zhao Xuan's convoy was resolved.
He knew about the eighty missiles on Zhao Xuan's body. When Zhao Xuan collected the missiles sent from Lanjing Base one by one that day, his eyes turned red when he saw them on the top of a mountain far away.
"I don't know how many missiles this little thief has buried in the position? But no matter how many he has buried, just the three that have exploded are enough for him to survive this crisis. Damn it, God is unfair Ah. Lanjing Base is such a bastard, why bother with him, and he extorted so many missile weapons for nothing?" Ao Yonghe immediately began to curse the sky and the earth.
He knew that if nothing unexpected happened, Zhao Xuan's battle would end with a complete victory. If that corpse king wasn't alert enough, he might also hand over its corpse king crystal core to Zhao Xuan.
However, it was a pity that no matter how unwilling he felt, he could only sit helplessly and watch the situation develop.
Without a large enough group of corpses to shield him, he didn't have the guts to appear in front of Zhao Xuan.
"Alas, our base helped him in this battle." When Ao Yonghe lamented, the followers of the Lanjing base on the other side of the mountain also expressed speechless sighs.
On the battlefield, after the three missiles exploded, Zhao Xuan waited until the smoke cleared, took a closer look at the explosion effect, and felt reassured.
Based on his past experience in fighting large zombie groups, the existence of a thousand heavy artillery zombies is already the limit for a zombie group as large as the one in front of him.
It's not impossible if the Zombie King wants to spawn heavy-gun zombies, but the time required is definitely not just three to five hours.
With all this time, he might have already taken down the Corpse King.
"Maybe we can defeat the group of corpses in front of us before we give up all our positions. Maybe we can even annihilate them all." Zhao Xuan immediately thought in his mind.
However, thinking about it, Zhao Xuan did not give up searching for the whereabouts of the Corpse King.
After diligently patrolling, he still didn't find the Corpse King.
At this time, the group of corpses had already rushed towards the heavy truck, and Zhao Xuan had no choice but to follow the team and retreat behind the twenty heavy trucks placed horizontally.
Countless zombies quickly crossed the seven to eight meters gap deliberately left between the heavy trucks, and threw themselves at the soldiers of Zhao Xuan's convoy who continued to retreat.
The distance from the twenty heavy trucks at the front to the real car city is 200 meters.
Zhao Xuan did not make any arrangements for this 200-meter distance, it was completely flat.
It stands to reason that zombies should advance quickly, but in reality, zombies still cannot advance quickly.
Twenty heavy trucks placed horizontally left only nineteen seven-eight-meter-wide entrances for the zombies on the 500-meter front. Most of the zombies were blocked by heavy trucks.
The blocked zombies angrily pushed the heavy truck, but how could they shake something weighing a hundred tons?
The supernatural zombies also instinctively launched energy attacks at the heavy truck blocking the road, but they were unable to damage the vehicle body composed of refined metal.
In desperation, all the zombies could only pass through the openings between the cars specially designed for them to escape.
