Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 136: The fall of Japan was largely due to the contribution of Xue Nu.

In Trump's conference room, the air seemed to be frozen and so heavy that it could almost be touched with the hand.

The sky outside the window was covered with dark clouds, with occasional lightning flashing across the sky, followed by deafening thunder.

The conference table was filled with key figures from different departments. Their expressions varied but all revealed varying degrees of anxiety and uneasiness.

Some people had their brows furrowed, staring at the documents in front of them; some lowered their heads in deep thought, occasionally looking up to exchange glances that were full of helplessness and worry; and a few were discussing something in low voices, their voices were low but could not hide the eagerness behind them.

There was an indescribable feeling of pressure in the whole room.

The "blood slave" incident has become one of the most pressing issues at present.

Since the first case was reported, the situation has spread rapidly, causing great panic in society.

The most important thing is to have precedent.

The blood slaves played a great role in the fall of Japan.

Now that blood slaves have appeared within the borders of the United States, it is a serious matter and a bit difficult to deal with.

This is not an infectious disease.

The blood slaves are not powerful and can be easily crushed by the army. Thermal weapons can easily eliminate most of the blood slaves.

The powerful ones are the high-level blood slaves, that is, the mutated blood slaves. Blood slaves of that level would give off a red flag even if Ultraman came.

Trump sat at the head of the conference room. His face was as gloomy as a lake in late autumn, calm and deep, yet revealing an indescribable chill.

His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about some heavy problem. His eyes, which were usually as sharp as an eagle, looked particularly deep at this moment.

Seeing the gentleman like this, the people around him naturally didn't dare to say anything more.

Now things are a bit troublesome.

His Royal Highness Prince Zhao of the Dragon Kingdom is like the ghost hanging over the Statue of Liberty, so terrifying and unpredictable.

The number of methods is unimaginable.

The air around them seemed to become heavy because of his presence. Everyone could feel the pressure emanating from him and did not dare to speak out to disturb him.

In the conference room, the already solemn atmosphere became even more tense due to a sudden phone ring.

The chief of staff quickly picked up the receiver. His face turned pale as paper in an instant. His voice trembled with obvious fear: "Yes, yes... I understand..."

After hanging up the phone, he turned to Trump with a look of fear and anxiety in his eyes.

"Sir," he stumbled, "Georgia is...completely lost."

This sentence exploded in the conference room like a bombshell.

The people around gasped and showed disbelief on their faces.

They exchanged shocked glances, seemingly unable to accept this cruel reality.

Trump's face looked even more unhappy, his brows were furrowed, and a trace of anger and helplessness flashed in his eyes.

His hands were gripping the edge of the table so tightly that his knuckles turned white from the force.

He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself, but the anger that surged from the bottom of his heart was hard to suppress.

"How is this possible?" He roared in a low voice, his voice full of reluctance and anger, "Haven't we taken all the measures? Why is this happening?"

The chief of staff lowered his head, not daring to look Trump in the eye. His voice was weak and trembling: "We don't know the specific reasons either, we just know that the situation is very bad..."

Trump stood up suddenly, and the chair made a screeching sound due to his movement.

"Assholes, you are all a bunch of losers!"

The chief of staff lowered his head.

What can they do?

The atmosphere in the conference room was already tense to the extreme, when a defense official named John Smith stood up.

He is tall, with a resolute face and a determined light in his eyes.

He looked around at everyone present, and then said indignantly:

"Everyone, we must face reality! Conventional means are no longer effective in dealing with the unprecedented threat of 'blood slaves'. I think we should immediately use nuclear weapons to completely eliminate them!"

His voice echoed in the quiet room, and everyone froze.

They looked at each other, obviously shocked by the proposal.

John Smith continued:
"There are three major benefits to using nuclear weapons: first, it can instantly wipe out a large number of 'blood slaves' and prevent more people from being infected; second, its power is enough to deter other potential enemies and safeguard our national security; finally, it is also the best way to demonstrate our determination and strength."

However, Trump suddenly stood up and retorted with a sullen face: "No! Absolutely not!"

His voice was filled with anger and determination. "Don't you know the dangers of nuclear weapons? Once used, it will cause a devastating blow to our environment and may even cause a global disaster!"

"What's more, this is within our national borders. We have the responsibility to protect the lives and safety of every citizen. Using nuclear weapons is not only irresponsible to them, but also a betrayal to all of humanity!"

The most important thing is to use nuclear weapons.

Trump will be engraved on the pillar of shame in history for the rest of his life.

From then on, I could no longer raise my head.

No matter when and where, he would be the target of whipping.

You know, his reputation was ruined, his political legacy was gone, and his family's business was also ruined.

This kind of thing is impossible to do.

John Smith spread his hands and shouted helplessly:

"Sir, don't you see the demise of Japan? If we don't take decisive action and use nuclear weapons to curb the spread of 'blood slaves', we will become the next Japan!"

Trump pointed at John Smith angrily and shouted: "Asshole!"

Isn't this saying that he is the king who lost his country?
"."

The conference room fell into silence again. The air seemed to be frozen, so oppressive that it made people feel breathless.

The dark clouds outside the window were still rolling, and the occasional thunder seemed to add a bit of solemnity to the tense atmosphere.

After a long time, Trump finally broke the silence.

He stood up slowly and glanced at everyone present, his eyes revealing determination and resoluteness.

He took a deep breath and said in a steady and powerful voice:

"We can't just sit there and wait for death, nor can we let the country fall into a greater crisis. After careful consideration, I decided that we can use high-destructive weapons and carry out bombing coverage by bombers!"

The chief of staff came out to smooth things over and said, "Okay."

"Since Georgia and Maine are both blocked now, there's no problem using bombers to bomb them. We can just treat it as a secret operation."

The decision was made. The masters returned home to wait for news, while the war on the front was in full swing.

At the border post.

A soldier named Sam Eli suddenly widened his eyes, and his voice became shrill with fear:
"The blood slave is here again!"

The shout broke the quiet air, and the entire camp instantly fell into tension and alert.

Following Sam Eli's warning, the soldiers quickly gathered together, their eyes cast towards the approaching dark wave in the distance - thousands of blood slaves were rushing towards them at an alarming speed.

These creatures have a horrifying appearance, with blood veins all over their bodies that wriggle like living things, as if there is life moving under their skin.

What's even more terrifying is that their bones have mutated and protruded from the flesh and blood, forming sharp bone spurs and twisted skeletons, which look both weird and deadly.

The blood slaves' eyes were red as fire, filled with bloodthirstiness and violence. They let out creepy roars, as if they were a declaration of death.

Faced with this terrifying force, even veteran soldiers who have experienced hundreds of battles could not help but feel a chill in their hearts.

"Prepare for battle!" The commander's order resounded through the sky, and the soldiers quickly took their positions, with their guns and artillery ready to go.

With the first gunshot, the fierce battle officially began.

Bullets poured out like raindrops, and the artillery fire lit up the night sky and also reflected the hideous faces of the blood slaves. Every explosion was accompanied by the fall of blood slaves, but more blood slaves followed one after another, seemingly endless.

Sam Eli stood in a corner of the barracks and witnessed a tragedy that was like hell on earth.

The blood slaves poured into the originally solid defense line like a tide, and their appearance completely overturned the balance of the battlefield.

These creatures are not only huge in number, but also incredibly powerful, and each attack carries devastating destructive power.

In the chaos, Sam saw his comrades being ruthlessly torn apart by blood slaves.

Those brothers who once fought side by side and experienced life and death together have now become food in the mouths of these monsters.

He saw a comrade being caught by a blood slave and then dismembered like a rag doll; another comrade tried to escape, but was knocked down from behind by a blood slave, and a sharp bone spur pierced his chest.

Blood spurted out, staining the ground red and stinging Sam's eyes.

There was a sudden roar in the sky. Sam Eli was stunned for a moment. He raised his eyes from the tragic scene in front of him and looked at the sky covered by dark clouds.

As the roar got closer, a glimmer of hope surged in his heart - it was the sound of an airplane!

"Reinforcements are coming! Reinforcements are coming!" Sam roared ecstatically. His voice echoed on the battlefield, bringing a glimmer of hope to the surrounding soldiers.

They all raised their heads and looked towards the sky, with expectation and hope shining in their eyes.

At this moment, a series of bombers emerged from the clouds, and their figures were particularly eye-catching in the dim sky.

These bombers were arranged in battle formation, like a group of angry eagles, and launched a fierce attack on the group of blood slaves on the ground.

As the bombers approached, their bomb bay doors slowly opened, and huge bombs lit up the sky, dazzling like little suns.

These bombs drew graceful arcs in the air and then landed accurately among the group of blood slaves.

Each explosion was accompanied by a deafening roar and flames that shot up into the sky, engulfing everything around it.

The shock wave generated by the bomb explosion knocked the blood slaves on the ground to the ground, and some were even blown to pieces.

Fire and thick smoke enveloped the entire battlefield, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood.

There was just something wrong.

Sam Eli was stunned, his eyes full of disbelief.

He watched helplessly as the bombers in the sky dropped bombs that fell indiscriminately, regardless of friend or foe, and blew everything to pieces.

The huge explosion was deafening and the ground shook violently, as if the whole world was shaking.

A bomb fell not far from Sam. The strong shock wave blew him away, and his body rolled in the air, unable to control his direction.

A sharp whistling and roaring sounded in his ears, and everything in front of his eyes was blurry, with only fire and smoke intertwined.

"Why? We haven't retreated yet, why are we bombing indiscriminately?" Sam roared in his heart. He didn't understand why the reinforcements would launch indiscriminate bombing at this time.

Don't they know that there are still people of their own on the battlefield? Don't they care about the lives of ordinary soldiers?
Sam's body fell heavily to the ground, pain radiating through his body. He struggled to stand up, but his legs felt as heavy as lead.

He looked up and saw that his comrades around him were suffering the same hardship. Some had their limbs blown off, some were buried in the rubble, and some had fallen on the land forever.

"No! This isn't true!"

Sam screamed in his heart, his eyes filled with despair and anger.

He didn't understand why the war was so cruel and why even their own people were not spared.

He felt a deep sense of powerlessness and sadness, as if all his efforts had come to nothing.

However, such military operations were successful.

Large numbers of blood slaves were controlled.

As long as the army comes in for a second cleanup, the blood slaves will be quickly eliminated.

It's just the death of some soldiers, which is not a big deal for the masters and the upper class people.

This place is blocked and the news cannot get out.

Tang Feng and Lu Hui stood side by side on the top of a lonely steep mountain. As far as they could see, the once lush and vibrant plain had now turned into a charred ruin.

The setting sun was as red as blood, pouring the last rays of light onto this desolate land, covering the post-disaster earth with a layer of tragic and desolate colors.

Tang Feng's eyes were deep and heavy, as if he could penetrate the layer of ashes and look directly into the core of the catastrophe.

Lu Hui stood by with her hands hanging down, and said with some emotion: "It's amazing!"

This was not the first time they had felt the power of modern armies.

In the Ming Dynasty.

To capture a city, three to five thousand blood slaves are enough.

This number will not be a problem if we want to conquer the entire grassland.

But now, thousands of blood slaves have become cannon fodder, completely unable to play their role, and their offensive has been blocked by the United States.

I have to say that modern technology is more powerful than we imagined.

"The attack has been blocked. What should we do now?" Tang Feng said softly, with fire rising in his eyes.

This time they failed.

The United States has achieved its strategic goals.

The world's most powerful country should not be underestimated!
Lu Hui sighed deeply and said leisurely, "There's nothing much to say. Let's just see how much luck this country still has."

(End of this chapter)