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Jiang He was lost in thought, but the others were not idle. The fierce battle below had already reached a boiling point. As two Soldiers rushed down, they startled the Field Personnel trapped at the back of the line. Although these individuals had not participated in the frontline fighting, their eyes were filled with rage as they turned and raised their knives. Fortunately, the Soldiers shouted in time; otherwise, the rushing tide would have swept through Dragon King Temple.
"What should we do?" Song Yao exclaimed, pulling Jiang He urgently. "We can't go down this way!"
"Brother Feng, we need to retreat!" shouted a Soldier at the back of the line. "The Zombies are coming!"
"Fight!" Brother Feng clearly did not expect such a situation in the corridor. Temporarily retreating from the battlefield would be meaningless, especially since they had attracted a significant number of Zombies. If they fled now, those left behind in the corridor would be caught between two waves of Zombies, and annihilation would only be a matter of time. A few Soldiers hesitated for a moment but gritted their teeth and held their guns at the safety door above.
"We can't hold them off," Jiang He thought, feeling a chill inside. The stairwell was only so wide; with two groups of Zombies converging in one spot, they had no chance whatsoever.
"Let's fight." Song Yao tightly gripped his hand, her eyes resolute. Jiang He struggled internally; their only chance was to turn back into the building and escape through an outer window. Although falling from over a hundred meters would mean certain death, it was still better than being trapped and killed by Zombies here—there might still be a glimmer of hope.
The RCA Field Operations personnel had gone mad; there was no longer any semblance of order among them as they pushed forward with sheer willpower. In just a few minutes of hesitation from Jiang He and the others, these Field Personnel managed to crush down another layer, stepping over the bloodied corpses of teammates and Zombies as they turned into the lower passage.
At that moment, their formation thinned out again. The frontline Field Personnel who had faced off against the Zombies fell silently one by one, while those behind immediately swung their knives to fill in the gaps, continuing to defend against the relentless Zombie horde with their flesh and blood. The corridor echoed with the thunderous roars of Zombies; gunfire could not maintain an opening for long, and cold weapons remained the preferred choice. The boundary between RCA Field Operations and the Zombies was almost continuously drenched in blood; the Zombies showed no signs of fatigue while the Field Personnel pressed on fearlessly.
Perhaps at this moment, the Field Personnel had already cast aside life and death; this brutal battle was merely their final act of madness. Deep within him, Jiang He's blood surged as he felt ignited despite knowing that joining this bloody fight was akin to seeking his own death. They might be able to push through this level, but there were still dozens more layers ahead—each one a hell made of flesh.
Gunshots rang out behind him; Zombies were closing in. Brother Feng and his group formed a firepower net that shredded through the first wave of approaching Zombies. Blood Mist sprayed everywhere, painting the white-gray walls with a fresh coat of crimson.
There was no need for further hesitation because there was no way back now.
"Kill!" Blood surged wildly as reason shattered completely. Jiang He let out a roar filled with fury before raising a machete he had picked up and plunged into the crowd. At that moment, words became meaningless; Brother Feng and Song Yao exchanged glances amidst the chaos. Song Yao nodded at him resolutely and followed Jiang He into battle without hesitation.
Brother Feng understood this girl's intent without needing further words. With a wild shout, he tossed aside his hat and stood shoulder to shoulder with his last comrades, blocking the path for the descending Zombies.
Words could not express the intensity of that moment; gunfire erupted densely as what seemed like a fragile defense unleashed fearless fury. A torrent of bullets rained down as blood flowed freely from the meat grinder below.
The Field Personnel at the back noticed the crisis behind them without needing commands or orders; over ten Field Personnel immediately turned their guns to fill in behind Brother Feng. Once opposing sides stood shoulder to shoulder and back to back at that moment—the roaring flames and shouts became their shared language.
The Zombies rushing up from below met their Waterloo; the size of the safety door limited how many could swarm in at once, giving the rear squad a brief moment to breathe.
During a magazine change, Brother Feng glanced down at the corridor below and was surprised to see Jiang He and Song Yao charging into the front lines. The attire of these two young individuals differed from that of RCA Field Operations; despite the chaos on-site, Brother Feng quickly recognized them.
Their frenzied actions inspired Brother Feng as well; a manic smile spread across his face as he loaded bullets into his weapon and cocked it.
Meanwhile, down below in a tug-of-war battle, Jiang He and Song Yao's charge to the front lines was not merely impulsive—they had both been injected with viral serum.
Song Yao fought valiantly at Launch Base, sustaining countless injuries but surviving to return to ground level—from Jiuquan all the way to Bohai Bay—before making her way back to this building across water.
Jiang He's situation was similar; although his achievements did not match Song Yao's impressive record, he surpassed ordinary people nonetheless. At that time, they could not comprehend Launch Base's twisted experimental purpose; however, now that serum coursed through their veins became an unexpected glimmer of hope.
As Jiang He pushed through toward the frontlines amidst throngs of people, Song Yao understood his thoughts without needing words—having fought side by side for so long had forged an unspoken bond between them.
In such dire circumstances where there was no time to consider future consequences, RCA Field Operations were depleting too quickly. If these personnel were wiped out completely, even if Jiang He and Song Yao drank viral serum like water it would be useless—the only option left was to charge ahead as human shields and share as much pressure from Field Personnel as possible for as long as they could manage.
If there were anyone still clear-headed present at that moment, they would notice how this bloodbath in the corridor had inadvertently sparked another surge toward victory led by two young individuals who turned things around within a small scope.
Initially unaware of any anomalies around them, RCA Field Operations personnel who could not assist from behind had already turned back to help Brother Feng cover their retreat. In terms of numbers alone, those at the front should have faced greater pressure because it wasn't just about frontline clashes with Zombies—the people behind were also using ammunition to help share firepower while acting as rocks pushing forward as much as possible.
Ironically enough, if they hadn’t been pushing forward with all their might, perhaps those on the frontline wouldn’t have been able to advance even an inch since those rushing up from below lacked formation—they were simply using brute force to push upward while doing exactly what they needed: compressing through piles of corpses which created immense pressure—but so too did human strength prove formidable.
When numbers dwindled significantly behind them, those on the frontline reluctantly took several steps back until two great killing machines timely filled in support when Jiang He's machete toppled over rows of Zombie heads—he suddenly thought about Chao Yifan and Jin Bo; fear of death vanished amidst all this chaos as he felt unprecedented excitement wash over him.
He finally understood why Chao Yifan laughed maniacally while wielding Great Knife against foes or where Jin Bo's indomitable spirit came from when standing firm against countless enemies.
Following closely behind him was Song Yao who matched Jiang He's fervor—if anything she had experienced far worse battles during that night in underground labs compared to him regarding experience alone.
Amidst chaotic fighting Song Yao managed to get closer to Jiang He while swinging her knife fiercely when she shouted at him: "American Guy is right behind you! He has grenades!"
Jiang He was blinded by rage at that moment; all he saw were Zombie faces snarling hungrily trying to drag him into their mass—a decaying arm reaching out like an old tree branch clawing relentlessly yet futilely at him.
If it weren't for quick-witted Field Personnel behind him handling trouble effectively then Jiang He might have truly been dragged away by Zombies.
He didn’t hear Song Yao’s shout but nearby Field Personnel did; after joining forces together their combined lethality became evident as they advanced downward several steps within mere moments.
That particular Field Personnel who had been supported by Song Yao would have met his end otherwise—upon hearing her shout about grenades he quickly responded: "I have grenades! Should I blow them up?"
Indeed! This seasoned mercenary lost composure asking someone far less experienced than himself—a girl—to make decisions during combat!
Song Yao remained somewhat clear-headed despite everything happening around her; leaning backward slightly while wielding her knife tirelessly claiming life after life—upon hearing someone respond beside her she thrust her blade outward forcefully asking breathlessly: "Are they powerful?"
In truth she wanted to know if throwing grenades would collapse floors again but there wasn’t enough time for elaborate questions so she opted for brevity instead.
That Field Personnel misunderstood her meaning thinking she worried about grenade effectiveness instead—he aimed his gun toward incoming waves of Zombies unleashing firepower while reaching down pulling out two dark 86-style grenades from his waist before turning around shouting: "Who else has grenades?"
His shout indeed proved effective awakening some rationality among those who’d lost themselves earlier—several Field Personnel positioned further back immediately pulled out their own grenades without question following suit after seeing others do so—anyone still carrying glory bombs promptly removed them too!
"Big sister! I have some! Where should I throw them?" That particular Field Personnel clearly got carried away—they’d bravely pushed forward over twenty floors armed only with knives or guns before earlier explosions made them wary again amidst this tug-of-war battle forgetting entirely about carrying grenades on themselves until now upon seeing capable girls seeking assistance!
Song Yao couldn’t afford looking back anymore since both she and Jiang He were once again overwhelmed by swarming corpses—Jiang He leaned against an outer wall fighting desperately with half his body drenched in blood—uncertain whether it belonged to him or Zombies—as more Field Personnel fell around him yet timely replacements came forth allowing three or four people charging ahead pushing Song Yao toward inner walls instead!
"Avoid throwing near safety doors!" Song Yao too had lost herself completely now being too close against Zombies where her half-arm length machete proved unwieldy—after swinging wildly she accidentally lost it being snatched away by one Zombie—but thankfully still possessed military dagger given by Brother Feng which wasn’t too long making it easier albeit exhausting trying stabbing repeatedly into skulls one after another!
She wasn’t entirely sure how powerful grenades actually were but figured tossing them downward toward lower levels might at least create some shockwaves against current pile-up zombies blocking paths ahead!
Neither Jiang He nor Brother Feng paid attention anymore seeking help leaving her no choice but make decisions herself biting down hard before yelling sharply: "Throw them down!"
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