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The atmosphere in the Square was more somber than ever, with nearly two thousand Iron-Blooded Mercenaries lined up, awaiting their final orders. They had been urgently assembled and equipped with new individual Laser Guns from the military supply department, a privilege reserved for only the top three Mercenary groups. Of course, they received more than just that; various portable rocket launchers and Vehicle-mounted Cannons were also at the ready. With this firepower configuration, even facing ten thousand Zombies, they could eliminate them in a short time. However, they were not just facing those Zombies; over fifty thousand of them awaited. Yet, this was all the supplies the military could provide, as they had vast areas to defend as well. The terror of the Zombies lay not only in their endless numbers but also in the intelligence hidden among them, ready to launch large-scale attacks on humanity at any moment.
The Middle-Aged Officer stood in the square, the evening breeze tousling his white hair at the temples. He hadn't expected Lin Yi to gather eight hundred Mercenaries so quickly. With Lone Wolf's promise and an artillery team sent by the military, a force of nearly two thousand was assembled. In just one afternoon, everyone worked hard to play their part. Upon learning that Lin Yi had formed the team, the Middle-Aged Officer personally ran around to secure individual Laser Guns for everyone. This latest weapon allowed for unlimited firing within a relative timeframe, giving everyone a better chance of survival when facing danger.
"Your weapons are now nearly on par with those of the military's elite forces. Although your numbers are still under two thousand, your combat capability can definitely surpass that of an entire division," the Middle-Aged Officer said to Lin Yi and Lone Wolf with emphasis. At this moment, he exuded an indomitable spirit characteristic of iron-blooded soldiers, far from the solitude he felt earlier in the testing hall.
"Let’s move out; if we delay any longer, we might only find a dead city," Lone Wolf said, his eyes flashing with a hint of bloodthirsty coldness.
The Middle-Aged Officer nodded and glanced at Lin Yi and Ying Sa. This time, Ying Sa not only brought her Round Table Knight Mercenary Corps but also six hundred members from Kaich's Invincible Mercenary Corps. Kaich had sustained serious injuries from his confrontation with Lin Yi and Lone Wolf and needed time to recuperate. However, considering Ying Sa's insistence on helping Vernon, Kaich reluctantly handed over command of the Mercenary Corps to Ying Sa despite his disdain for Lin Yi and Lone Wolf.
Lin Yi and Ying Sa exchanged glances and nodded in agreement. At this moment, all their preparations were complete, and their firepower configuration posed no issues. Moreover, to ensure their safe passage through the Zombie encirclement, the military would provide fire support against the Zombie horde beforehand; how much help that would be remained to be seen.
"Let’s go!" With a signal from the Middle-Aged Officer, 1,800 Mercenaries and soldiers turned in unison towards the Bulletproof Transport Vehicle parked nearby.
...
Brice swallowed hard; fear was evident on every freckle of his face. But as a man, he couldn't back down. Fortunately, those ahead were fighting desperately to hold back the Zombies; they had not yet breached the front line.
But in the next moment, one Flame Zombie after another climbed over the wall without regard for their imminent demise as they charged into the crowd. Even as they faced burning death, they craved fresh blood and flesh.
"Roar!" The roar of Zombies exploded in everyone's ears like muffled thunder.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The powerful shotgun sprayed steel pellets like grapes towards the incoming Flame Zombies.
"Thud! Thud! Thud!" A series of impacts echoed from the Zombies' bodies as those standing by the wall trembled under fire but managed to hold their ground.
"Roar!" The struck Zombie was enraged; its body burned down to mere bones and charred flesh twisted as it leaped toward the crowd.
"Spear!" The Shotgunner quickly stepped back a few paces; he needed some time to reload.
"Swish! Swish!" Two piercing sounds rang out as two spears impaled the leaping Zombie, leaving it suspended in mid-air.
Two burly men from the Pike Squad emerged from the shadows, eyeing their prize with caution. As long as a Zombie's head wasn't destroyed, it wouldn't die completely. At that moment, this Zombie struggled and roared helplessly in mid-air.
"Hurry up! My hands are burning up!" One of them was sweating profusely; he was barely holding on after three nights of fighting— even iron men would feel fatigued at this point.
"Boom!" A loud explosion sounded as a bullet blew off the head of the Zombie hanging on the spear. The two spear-wielders swiftly tossed its lifeless body over the wall below.
The same scene unfolded in various places along the wall, but with the concerted efforts of these individuals, all the approaching Zombies were quickly eliminated. However, compared to the total number below, these Zombies seemed insignificant; everyone knew this was merely an appetizer.
“Thud! Thud!”
The wall suddenly began to tremble rhythmically, each knock resonating in the hearts of the crowd, causing their blood to surge and their eardrums to ache. They understood that the Giant Zombies were beginning to move; they posed the greatest threat, as each time they attacked, it meant that many would be torn to shreds.
“Prepare the Laser Cannons!” a commanding voice echoed from the Watchtower. The military had spared no expense in providing them with dozens of powerful individual Laser Cannons, which were devastating weapons against these B-Type Zombies. A direct hit would almost completely diminish a Zombie's combat effectiveness.
The best marksmen at the back of the Defensive Formation set up their pre-prepared Laser Cannons. Every few meters, there was a Laser Cannon ready to provide mutual support at any moment. Thanks to these Laser Cannons, they had managed to avoid the heavy losses experienced during their first encounter with B-Type Zombies.
B-Type Zombies were living Zombie warriors; their climbing speed and agility far surpassed that of ordinary A-Type Zombies. The B-Type Zombies moved like the most agile kings of the jungle, stepping on the heads of other ordinary Zombies as they advanced along the wall.
“Roar!” The deafening roar seemed to warn everyone, announcing their arrival and signaling that death was imminent.
“Fall back, take cover!” As the massive B-Type Zombie approached, orders to avoid its onslaught rang out from the Watchtower. All Machine Gunners and Shotgunners retreated a few steps with their spears at the ready. However, this did not mean they were giving up resistance; they left the relentless Flame Zombies to deal with.
“Roar!”
“Roar!”
Without the heavy Machine Gunner's suppression, the Flame Zombies swarmed like locusts across the wall and charged recklessly into the crowd.
“Rat-a-tat-tat!” The Heavy Machine Gun roared to life, orange-yellow bullets flying out like lightning.
Ordinary A-Type Zombies were no match for these steel weapons; one by one, they were halted at the wall, unable to advance even a single step.
“Boom!” A tremendous sound erupted as a colossal creature nearly landed on top of the city wall.
“Not good, B-Type Zombie!” The crowd quickly opened fire on the approaching Zombie, but ordinary bullets could do nothing to stop its advance. Even powerful Shotgun blasts only left some wounds on its body without being able to kill it outright.
“Roar!” The stimulation of flesh and blood ignited all of the B-Type Zombie's fury; it wiped away a bullet lodged in its eye and leaped into the crowd with its arms swinging.
“Phew!” A crimson beam struck its head just as it leaped, and in an instant, that fierce creature became a headless Zombie.
“Boom!” The Zombie hit the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.
“Brice, how many Zombies have you killed?” The battle raged ahead, but the group responsible for support seemed somewhat relaxed. At that moment, a boy of about twenty, feeling bored, looked at Brice with mockery in his narrow eyes.
“Joseph, you only managed to kill one Zombie by sheer luck!” Brice shot back. The youthful boy couldn't help but compare their achievements; these were undeniable proofs of their bravery.
“Haha, weakling! I bet I can kill another one today. Do you believe me?” Joseph said, his face full of provocation as he stared at Brice.
Brice tightened his grip on the machete in his hand, feeling the chill emanating from the blade. “Alright then, whoever kills a Zombie first gets the right to pursue Emma!”
Brice's words sparked laughter among the other boys his age, but he felt an overwhelming courage to fight for himself. Young love is always so pure and simple, driven by an unwavering spirit, ready for a passionate romance.
“Oh no! A Zombie is charging in!” Just as the boy was lost in thoughts of the future, another boy nearby shouted in terror.
Bravery often manifests in action rather than mere words.
“Ah!” Brice yelled as he lunged toward the approaching Flame Zombie, determined to prove his courage.
“Whoosh!” The searing flames grew more intense with the arrival of the Zombie, and Brice could clearly see the creature’s dark mouth spewing fire.
At that moment, filled with youthful ambition, he felt no fear!
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