The endless zombie army did not move forward for three days, but the number of low-level rotting zombies continued to increase.
Those alien species drove the low-level rotten corpses like slaves, and were thrown into the army of cannon fodder with painful howls. Monsters within hundreds of miles around were all gathering here, gradually forming a huge billowing wave.
"Three days ago, the number was only about four million."
Wu Ze held a telescope and stood on the observation deck to observe: "But now, it is almost close to eight million."
The densely packed carrion heads are transformed from points into lines, and from lines into surfaces...
The entire earth was covered with a layer of darkness, with almost no gaps. In just three days, more than one million rotten corpses and cannon fodder were driven to the front of the team every day.
They have no consciousness.
They are controlled by more powerful thoughts.
They howled, moved unconsciously, and with their cruel desire for flesh and blood, stood in the endless army of corpses and roared to the sky.
In two days, the number of carrion monsters will probably reach 10 million!!
"Ten million."
Wu Ze put down the telescope and slowly spit out these three words.
This number is like a huge mountain, crushing everyone's hope. What kind of concept is a rolling tide of 10 million corpses?
Even if you fight those rotting corpse monsters standing still, you may not be able to kill them all with machine gun fire for three days and three nights. The corpses will pile up to fill the moat, and you may also pile up a mountain of corpses and bulldoze the city wall.
Wu Ze turned around and asked a guard next to him: "The generals in the conference room are still arguing and discussing??"
An endless tide of corpses rolls over the formation.
The generals at Panshan Base were all panicked. There was endless debate in the conference room, with everyone holding their own opinions.
Some people think that an attack should be launched immediately, before the zombie wave reaches the city, and a series of weapons such as weapons of mass destruction, such as incendiary bombs, etc., should be used to bombard the city.
However, some people believe that such a move is too reckless. If the zombies attack in advance due to a sudden attack, there may be greater variables, and without knowing what the opponent's trump card is, a large number of lethal weapons will be wasted.
Some people choose to defend to the death.
Some people want to preserve their power and retreat from the Panshan base in time.
The entire conference room was in chaos, and no one could remain calm in the face of the almost desperate tide of corpses.
"yes……"
"The generals are still studying strategies."
The messenger said with some shame, and at the same time asked with expectation: "Master Wu Ze, will the reinforcements you mentioned really come?"
Reinforcements.
Panshan Base is like a drowning person who wants to grab even a straw.
Wu Ze brought hope. For the first time, Panshan Base knew that there was a fortress community like the "Dawn Alliance", as well as the newly established Fortress of Justice, a steel city wall specifically built to fight against the zombie tide.
"It will come."
"It will definitely come."
Wu Ze's tone was extremely firm: "Now, what we lack most is time. It will take at least five days for the reinforcements to arrive here. Can the Panshan Base last until that moment..."
Wu Ze did not say any more.
The number of corpses is about to reach its peak, and everything proves that there is a "commander" with extremely high IQ controlling everything in the zombies.
They were not in a hurry and slowly accumulated their own strength. It was obvious that they attached great importance to Panshan Base. When this strength accumulated to a certain level, it would turn into a destructive flood and wash away the entire base.
"Keep it up."
"Go and tell the commander and generals that the Dawn Alliance will definitely come to the rescue, and then we will have to race against time."
Wu Ze's voice became more firm, and the messenger nodded heavily. For some reason, Wu Ze's image became so tall at this time.
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One day, two days...
The endless zombie army pressed on the territory, but they were more patient than anyone else. The number of rotting zombie monsters finally reached tens of millions.
The atmosphere in Panshan Base was extremely oppressive, and a plague made it even worse, causing the refugee survivors in the city to be infected to varying degrees.
The hospital is already overcrowded.
A large number of patients developed symptoms of body fever, loss of consciousness, and constant coughing of blood.
Some people's bodies even experienced slight mutations. As their consciousness gradually became blurred, the horrific signs of rotten corpses appeared. Their fingernails slowly became black, hard and sharp, and their teeth became fragmented and sharp.
Fortunately, one year has passed since the end of the world, and people are more or less able to withstand the virus. They are not transformed into rotting corpses in minutes like at the beginning, but have delayed this time to hours or even days.
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Bang!!
An officer held a pistol and smashed a patient's head into pieces.
The patient was already delirious and was about to mutate into a rotting corpse. In order to avoid infecting more people, he could only be "treated" with bullets.
"how so?"
“Although the rate of mutation is slow, why are there large numbers of refugees infected with the virus??”
An officer was so angry that he jumped up and questioned the researchers in the hospital. Although he knew that this matter had nothing to do with them, the plague had obviously pushed the Panshan base to the edge of collapse.
"Virus factors are too dense in the air."
"Originally, there weren't that many virus factors in our air, but in the past week..." An air quality inspector's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. The virus content in the air has exceeded the standard by dozens of times.
No testing is required.
You only need to look up at those polluted dark brown clouds to know how dense the virus is.
Thousands of rotting corpses!!
That's more than 10 million rotting corpses.
They are more than 20 kilometers away, and they will spray out a large amount of germs with every breath. Although the roar of a single rotten corpse does not transmit much virus, the total of ten million monsters combined has produced a qualitative change.
This is enough to make the number of viruses in the air seriously exceed the standard by dozens or hundreds of times.
"Pass the order."
"All survivors, return home or go to a place as closed as possible and close the doors and windows."
"If you give the order again, all those who are unconscious will be...killed."
The officer reluctantly said that transferring a large number of soldiers at this time would only make the city's defense worse. A large number of civilians were contaminated by the plague, which put the base in danger. There was no time left to slowly treat it.
Those severely injured patients can only blame their lack of adaptability, one treatment, one bullet.
Boom, boom, boom!!
Gunfire broke out in the base.
The man, who could not support his body despite all his strength, fell to the ground with a hole in his head.
The mother, who was suffering from a high fever and was unconscious, had her head smashed by a gunshot. The child in her arms still couldn't understand what "death" meant.
Suddenly, the base was filled with wailing. Those soldiers were not ruthless. They endured the tears in their eyes, forcibly shattered their kindness and dignity, and pulled the trigger to kill those seriously infected with the plague one by one.
compatriots.
We are killing our own countrymen.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!!"
"Ahhhhh!!"
Finally, a soldier couldn't bear it anymore and shot a girl who was helpless to beg for mercy again. He yelled hysterically, picked up the gun, pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger.
Blood splattered everywhere.
The companions and former comrades around him had wet eyes and bloodshot eyes.