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"Land!" With Zheng Yifan's command, everyone began to disembark. The landing craft, numbering over a dozen, served as the primary means of transport, slowly bringing the soldiers closer to shore.
The people drifting on the sea gazed at the massive fleet in the distance, a sight that struck terror into their hearts. To the ordinary citizens, this was undoubtedly not their country's fleet.
Anxiety gripped them; they feared they were witnessing an invasion, a war that had been foretold.
They could not forget that they had once been invaders themselves. But what had they gained? The entire nation had tightened its belt for a single shell, a bullet. The young men of their country had been sent to the front lines, leaving only those in their forties and fifties to fight.
Their battles had ended in failure, primarily due to the intervention of that vast nation and their entanglement in a war of the people. It was exceedingly difficult to conquer a country with a hundred times their population with so few soldiers; it felt like being trapped in a quagmire.
That was nearly a century ago.
Looking further back, they had once trembled before that great empire, hoping to become part of it and live a happy life.
Later, they developed and grew stronger, becoming formidable in the global economic arena, unmatched by almost any other nation. The country that had once shattered their youthful dreams with warships and cannons, along with a bomb called "Little Boy," could no longer compete with them economically.
Those were their happiest years. The nation thrived until calamity struck again. It was as if the games and movies they had created depicted their reality: the world had turned into a zombie-infested wasteland. Humanity struggled to survive, hiding on fishing boats, relying on zombies' inability to swim for survival.
Yet living like this was akin to death.
Some people approached these ships with a mindset of desperation, thinking that death was inevitable; they could not hold on much longer.
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The massive fleet took an exceedingly long time to reach the shore. There simply wasn't enough time for everyone to disembark at once. Moreover, sufficient personnel needed to remain aboard to operate the vessels and be ready for thermal power support. The landing force numbered around twenty thousand, with an additional ten thousand logistics personnel—this was only feasible after mechanization; otherwise, the ratio of support staff to combatants would be disproportionate.
As the frontline combatants officially landed, Zheng Yifan stood among the first group of two thousand soldiers. Fully armed, several patrol boats roamed the waters nearby, with soldiers aboard operating machine guns, ready to engage any zombies. They were prepared for thermal power support but were currently not needed in direct combat due to the tightly packed layout of Tokyo's port, which made effective shooting space on the water virtually impossible.
Tokyo is a place where every inch of land is precious, and it cannot be taken lightly. Even the port has limited space. Zheng Yifan led his team forward, holding a Machine Gun in his hands. It wasn't that he didn't want to use the Silver Spear; rather, the Machine Gun was easier to handle and didn't make him seem like a monster attacking Zombies.
The main goal was to avoid being too terrifying, like a demon lord in a post-apocalyptic world. Holding Firearms felt more approachable, making it easier for people to accept them.
Otherwise, Survivors might mistake him for a Zombie.
"Tap tap!" Bullets flew out, striking down the dozen or so Zombies in front of him. More Zombies were gathering in the distance. The warriors behind him were quite experienced; the hundred or so at the front began to spread out gradually. They set up a powerful Fire Net across the entire port. No matter what happened, they still had an escape route.
Once a dozen Thermal Power points were established to secure the main passage, Zheng Yifan gestured backward.
This was the signal for a formal attack. However, the people in his team did not move because this gesture was not meant for them.
Seeing Zheng Yifan's signal, the Patrol Boats on the sea sprang into action. They roamed the waters searching for suitable Thermal Power points. At some special locations on the dock, the number of Zombies reached into the thousands, and they were ready to wreak havoc.
As soon as Zheng Yifan's gesture was completed, dozens of Patrol Boats opened fire simultaneously. The torrent of Machine Gun fire brought forth death and struggle; the Zombies hardly had a chance to resist before being torn apart. They didn't care about the number of bullets—Firearms were plentiful for Zheng Yifan and his team.
Australia had Weapon Factories that continuously supplied ammunition. Moreover, they had access to some of the world's top mineral resources that fed their Weapon Factories.
Most importantly, with each area they captured in battle, they could acquire a wealth of supplies that could offset the cost of those bullets.
It was like harvesting chives; waves of Zombies fell, bringing fear of death but also hope to the Survivors. Their hearts had turned to ash; they never imagined they would encounter such an extraordinary team—a miraculous force.
Perhaps it was their government that saved them, thought those struggling to survive in Tokyo. They were ready at any moment to rush out and fight against Zombies or join forces with those formidable soldiers.
No matter what was needed from them, as long as it didn't cost their lives, all their possessions in this Post-Apocalypse could be surrendered.
Those who had never experienced such things in this world could never understand their madness. It felt as if the entire world had abandoned them; only by persevering could they continue to survive.
Zheng Yifan was the first to charge out, and the warriors behind him quickly mobilized, occupying various alleys. This was a great place to snipe Zombies; only the surrounding alleys could provide cover against their appearance. All they needed to do was take down the Zombies in front of them.
As for retreat routes, they were of no concern. If a team of hundreds of thousands couldn't even clear a port, they might as well be dead.
Each person carried hundreds of magazines worth of ammunition; everyone was most prepared with this item. In fact, their entire Tactical Backpack was filled with ammo, with only two weapons strapped to their backs. This was what they had used during the initial landing operations.
When the logistics team arrived, they would bring even more ammunition.
Zheng Yifan cleared the area ahead and soon burst out of the port zone.
His strides were large as he roughly cleared out the Zombies, while the warriors behind him began to spread out and occupy advantageous positions.
Suddenly, in one alley, Zheng Yifan saw a regular Metal Gate being pushed against by a dozen Zombies. The gate was ajar but seemed to be blocked by something.
Without a moment's hesitation, Zheng Yifan rushed over and fired a burst of bullets, sending all the Zombies crashing to the ground.
Turning around, he gently pushed open the iron door.
"Yamete Kudasai!" A sudden piercing scream made Zheng Yifan nearly cover his ears. How familiar those words were! They reminded him of his university days, where this phrase was undoubtedly the most frequently heard Japanese expression in his dormitory. (To be continued)
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