Tokyo Detective

Chapter 537 Annihilation of the Army
The fungal zombies crossed the waist-deep river and charged straight at the army's position. The metal storm formed by countless bullets tore the corpses apart. Even though the fungal zombies could heal themselves and were difficult to kill, they were still very vulnerable in the face of such a force.

A National Guard infantry company was stationed at one of the river crossings, with multiple machine guns and cannons firing continuously. Illumination flares lit up the night sky, while the vast horde of corpses filled the soldiers with fear.

They were troops stationed dozens of kilometers away, so they came here to serve as the first line of defense.

They originally planned to proceed cautiously and gradually shrink the encirclement, but who knew they would run into a terrifying horde of zombies right from the start.

The company commander muttered curses to mask his worries.

"Damn, there are so many fungal corpses. I have a feeling that the actions of these corpses are not simple."

Suddenly, a figure dodged a hail of bullets, leaped over a three-meter-high barbed wire fence, and tackled a soldier, a sight that startled the company commander.

"Quick, kill this spore-jumping zombie."

"Spore Jumper Corpse" is the official name temporarily given to them by the American military. It means fast, high-jumping, and infected with fungus—it's that simple.

The powerful type of fungal corpse is called the tendon-eroding giant corpse, which means that the fungal hyphae erode the tendons, resulting in the fungal corpse being extremely large.

"bang bang bang"

The dense barrage of bullets took down the spore-jumping zombie that had already killed three soldiers, but before they could even breathe a sigh of relief, two giant, two- or three-meter-long muscle-eroding zombies made them gasp as ordinary bullets lodged in their muscles.

The barbed wire might be okay for stopping ordinary fungal corpses, but it's clearly useless against monsters that can carry several tons.

The giant corpse easily tore through the barbed wire and advanced despite the machine guns and cannons, not stopping even when its arms were riddled with bullets.

The company commander was so frightened that he called for his temporary superior.

"This is the river crossing at point E. Two giant, emaciated corpses have broken through the formation. We request artillery support. Their location is XXXXX."

In less than ten seconds, a barrage of shells rained down from the sky, blasting the surging monsters into a vacuum zone hundreds of meters wide. Even the giant emaciated corpse was killed and wounded, and the remaining one was shot through the head by heavy machine gun fire.

Although the crisis has been temporarily averted, the remaining company of less than 100 men is skeptical about whether they can hold out.

There are far too many fungal corpses, and stage three monsters appear from time to time, which are real monsters that can threaten modern armies.

Just then, a booming sound came from the sky, and many soldiers looked up and couldn't help but feel excited.

"Our air force has arrived."

Four F-16 fighter jets swept across the sky, dropping guided bombs into the horde of corpses. The continuous explosions created a fiery dragon that devoured flesh.

Brigadier General Larry Cook, Commander of the 3rd Armored Brigade.

The on-site commander could finally breathe a sigh of relief as he watched more than a dozen Apache attack helicopters appear.

"The 76th Fighter Wing has finally arrived, which greatly reduces the pressure."

With only one armored brigade and a few militia units, they were finding it difficult to withstand the endless hordes of zombies. If they continued fighting, they would run out of bullets before all their men were dead.

If they retreat, the university town with 300,000 people behind them will suffer, and the evacuation operation inside is only halfway complete.

Fortunately, the support has finally arrived. Not only are the fighters from the 6th Fighter Wing there, but the fighter aviation regiment has also arrived. I believe that many more troops will arrive to form an unbreakable encirclement.

Although the situation has become more optimistic, Larry Cook is still a little worried. Such a large-scale zombie horde doesn't seem to be disorganized. Could there be an organizer behind the zombie horde?
However, the records on fungal corpses do not mention the appearance of any qualified individuals.

Just as Larry Cook was pondering the problem, the brigade commander's direct deputy, a lieutenant colonel-ranking executive officer, delivered a message.

"Commander, which princess is bringing supplies and reporters?"

"Princess?"

"Yes, that's the one."

Larry Cook quickly realized who it was and immediately spoke in a deep voice.

"That's ridiculous. We're fighting on the front lines here. What's she doing here, a woman, bringing reporters along?"

The executive shrugged.

"What else can we do? The fungal infection can't be hidden anymore. Let the eldest princess come over and tell me what else we can do."

Larry Cook understood his assistant's meaning: it was obviously to boost his reputation so the king wouldn't look too bad; otherwise, why bring reporters along?

“Those despicable politicians, I’m going to meet with them. You stay here and oversee the situation.”

"Yes."

Larry Cook soon met one of America's most distinguished women, at least before her father stepped down.

"Ms. Ivan (let's call her Ivan, I'm afraid I'll have to review this again), welcome to our country."

The blonde beauty flashed a charming smile.

"Brigadier General Larry, you've worked hard. I brought a special hexaconazole suspension that can inhibit fungal growth. It can disrupt the integrity of fungal cell membranes. I've also contacted the fire department, and they will arrange for spraying aircraft to complete the mission. You'd better wear gas masks then. If you need any assistance, just let me know."

Larry Cook was taken aback. It turned out that he wasn't just there to gain prestige; anyone who could help was a comrade-in-arms.

"Thank you very much for your help, Ms. Ivan."

Ivanka glanced at the battlefield not far away, where artillery fire roared and the daylight seemed to be on, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Can I come over and take a look? Don't worry, I won't interfere with your battle, and I'll let the reporters capture the moment when you fight for the country."

Larry Cook hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"Alright, Hayden, you will take the guard platoon to protect our distinguished guest."

"And what about you, brigade commander?"

"I don't need you to worry about me."

As the group arrived at the front lines, Ivan watched in shock as the horde of corpses marched one after another to their deaths.

"Why are they coming in droves? Are they attracted by the sound, or is someone behind them?"

Larry Cook explained his considerations.

"I suspect there's a commander behind the horde, otherwise they would have attacked all at once instead of focusing on a few weak points."

Before Larry Cook could finish speaking, an F-16 flying low in the sky suddenly burst into flames and then crashed into the ground and exploded.

It was said to be 500 meters high even at low altitude, a sight that left many people bewildered.

"What's going on?" The next second, another fighter jet that had maintained an altitude of 1,000 meters crashed, making everyone realize that the zombie horde actually had the means to attack the air force.

Larry Cook's pupils contracted slightly.

"How can it be."

Soon, the horde's attack methods proved everything. Huge rocks and steel were hurled at the armed helicopters dozens of meters high. The fungal zombies that threw the rocks were a different kind of giant zombie, with one arm several times thicker than the other, making them look extremely deformed.

Under the primitive methods of attack, some Apache helicopters had their windows broken by steel, and even the pilots were crushed to death.

Some helicopters lost their balance and almost crashed into the horde of corpses, but fortunately they managed to stay aloft at a height of over ten meters.

"So dangerous."

The helicopter pilot looked down at the snarling, fungal corpse below and was filled with dread; he had almost died.

Suddenly, a figure leaped more than ten meters and climbed directly onto the helicopter, startling the pilot who shouted.

"How could it possibly jump up there?"

The newcomer was none other than the Spore Leap Corpse, whose sharp claws, combined with considerable strength, shattered the glass, leaving it riddled with cracks.

Soon the helicopter crashed to the ground like its comrades, and the pilot who survived was torn out and buried by the fungal corpse.

The next scene was one helicopter after another crashing. The enemy's sudden attack caught the fighter jet regiment off guard, and most of the 12 Apache attack helicopters were lost.

Misfortune never comes singly; more bad news came from the left flank of the defense.

"Brigadier, the armored battalion has been attacked by fungal zombies, and most of their tanks have been destroyed."

Larry Cook was dumbfounded. The M1 tank was not an infantry fighting vehicle. With its defense, even if you ignored it for a while, it would not be able to destroy the three-stage giant corpse.

Moreover, their defenses are built along the mountainside, unless the fungal corpses jump down from the mountain.

"How can it be."

"They have four stages of giant corpses, and they come crashing down like cannonballs."

"Four stages?"

Larry Cook, however, did not follow the expected path and charged towards the armored battalion's position with the supporting infantry battalion.

The 3rd Armored Brigade has only two armored battalions as its main force, in addition to one mechanized infantry battalion and four special function battalions.

Cavalry Reconnaissance Battalion

Field Artillery Battalion

Engineer Battalion

Support and Logistics Battalion

If the armored battalion on the left, two kilometers away, falls, the adjacent field artillery battalion will also be doomed. At that point, the 3rd Armored Brigade will have less than half its original strength remaining, so it must be pushed back.

Larry Cook thought so, but when he saw the state of the armored battalion, he was filled with despair.

More than a dozen four- to five-meter-tall, fourth-stage giant corpses were wreaking havoc; their monstrous strength could easily render tanks incapable of fighting.

The most terrifying thing was a giant corpse that was 6 meters tall. This thing actually lifted a 50-ton main battle tank and then smashed it onto a tank that was trying to escape.

In addition to more than a dozen giant corpses, there were also dozens of third and fourth stage spore-jumping corpses. These agile fungal corpses, which were more than two to three meters tall, easily harvested the fleeing soldiers.

"Focus on key breakthroughs; even fungal corpses know tactics?"

Larry Cook noticed something strange about a 3-meter-tall fungal corpse. He could tell at a glance that it was different from the other fungal corpses. It didn't kill or devour anything; it just quietly watched everything and even made eye contact with Larry Cook.

"This guy"

Having experienced dozens of battles, large and small, Larry Cook's intuition told him that the fungal corpse might be the commander.

Without hesitation, Larry Cook picked up the communicator and issued orders to the right-side armored battalion and artillery battalion.

"Commander-type fungal corpse spotted. Everyone, immediately aim at the left flank and fire. Ignore friendly fire; I'll take full responsibility. Hayden, you escort our guest away immediately, quick!"

Larry Cook finished speaking and ran back.

A few seconds later, the 155mm and 105mm cannons roared, and the rampaging elite zombie horde seemed to receive some kind of order, scattering at top speed.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom."

The shells caused the ground to shake violently, and even shredded several meters of the ground.

Larry Cook ran quite fast, but the impact of the explosion still knocked him over, and he felt pain all over his body.

"Solve it?"

Larry Cook struggled to his feet, but the next scene plunged him into despair as several crippled, stage-four giant corpses continued to charge toward the artillery camp.

There were even more agile spore-jumping zombies, after all, they could run more than 100 or 200 meters in a few seconds at full speed.

A spore-jumping zombie pounced on Larry Cook but couldn't bite him until a figure appeared in front of them.

"Are you the commander of this army? The shelling just now was really decisive. Most of my big boys have been lost."

Larry Cook's expression changed drastically when he saw the face that looked like a monster.

"You can actually talk?"

"Of course, I used to be human too."

"Before, and what about now?"

Arandi turned to look at the collapsed human army.

"I am a fungus."

"."

Arandy took a walkie-talkie from Larry Cook, next to a fungal corpse carrying a camera.

"Want to know my story? Let me tell you."

(End of this chapter)