Using the MC system to pretend spiritual revival

Chapter 182 I'm about to collapse again (1+1)

The adjutant's words made Yang Ping's prepared question catch in his throat.

He opened and closed his lips a few times, but still couldn't say anything.

The atmosphere was a bit gloomy.

But the current situation doesn't allow for sadness.

Yang Ping was well aware of this.

He quickly gathered his thoughts.

Accept the fact that the acquaintance you were laughing and joking with not long ago is now dead.

His gaze was resolute.

He then placed his still-functioning hand on the shoulder of the numb-looking adjutant in front of him and shook it forcefully twice.

A pair of bloodshot eyes strained to open and meet the other person's gaze.

"Listen! I can't leave! None of us can leave!"

"I called for backup right from the start! We still have outer defenses, thousands of auxiliary troops, and plenty of ammunition!"

"As long as I hold off that purple-haired corpse, you can gather together to fight off the remaining enemies. There's still a chance! At least we can wait for reinforcements to arrive!"

The words fell.

These words, which should have been inspiring, were shouted out with resounding force.

But whether it was the adjutant whose shoulder Yang Ping was holding or the soldiers gathered around, they all had strange expressions after hearing this, and hesitated to speak.

Yang Ping naturally saw this, and a bad feeling quickly grew in his heart.

He looked around, his hand trembling as he withdrew it, his voice trembling with excitement.

"...What's with those expressions? What's wrong?!"

Seeing his appearance, the first adjutant finally gritted his teeth and suddenly looked up.

"Master Yang!!"

"...The blockade zone...has been breached!"

Upon hearing the contents of the words, Yang Ping, who had just been full of impatience, suddenly froze and took two steps back in a daze.

He looked up at the surrounding officers, trying to discern a hint of a joke on their faces.

The result, however, disappointed him.

"How...how could this happen?"

This one sentence almost shattered all his resolve after he jumped off the city wall.

He murmured, unwilling to believe it.

Seeing his distraught state, another sergeant with blood-soaked bandages around his eyes remained silent for a long time before finally stepping forward to speak.

"...After you chased after them, several more zombies emerged from the tomb, all with purple hair."

"Some are extremely fast, and some are covered in sharp spikes. Our attacks either can't catch up with them, or if we do hit them, it's like a tickle and doesn't cause any damage."

"...Soon, zombies stormed the city defenses, and hundreds of people were killed or wounded in no time. Supply routes were also cut off."

"The troops blocking the city's defenses were soon rendered incapable of resistance..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Ping listened intently to every word, his expression changing several times before finally settling on a bitter face.

"Is this so..."

He originally thought that as long as he could hold off the strongest zombie and coordinate with the defense, he could stop it.

Unexpectedly, in the end, only their own defense zone managed to hold out for the time being.

The blockade zone has been breached.

He was very familiar with the terrain here.

Once outside this original development zone, the routes extend in all directions, reaching all parts of the city, with almost all the main roads converging here.

This is one of the reasons why this area was demolished and rebuilt, as it was originally a major transportation route.

Thinking of this, Yang Ping felt all his energy dissipate and he became disheartened.

He thought of the tall buildings behind him, the thousands of lights, and the countless people inside.

The surrounding soldiers naturally expected this as well.

They all stared wide-eyed in pain, or gritted their teeth, filled with resentment.

They all understood the consequences of failure.

Those who acted irrationally died on the way to charge and break through; those who survived were the ones who could control their emotions.

Some were thinking of revenge, while others were thinking of retreating into the city to cover the evacuation of more people; in short, they all had their own ideas.

While everyone was immersed in the somber mood that permeated the surroundings, they overlooked the danger that was right in front of them.

When Yang Ping arrived, the sergeants rushed to greet him and surrounded him; it only took a few minutes in total.

At that moment, a commotion suddenly erupted some distance behind the group, near the blast radius.

"...Something's moving?!"

"Oh no, that monster isn't dead yet!"

"Quickly! Get out of the way!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several shouts rang out, followed by a loud bang.

Yang Ping on the other side also suddenly realized what was happening.

He had just asked where the zombies went, but was interrupted before the other person could finish speaking.

It now seems clear that the terrifying purple-haired corpse has not gone far.

He quickly squeezed through the crowd and ran towards the direction from which the noise was coming from.

"Quick! Everyone get in the cars and run separately!!"

At his command, the soldiers quickly gathered around the nearest running cars and scattered with a roar.

During their time dealing with the purple-haired corpse, they had already figured out how to deal with it.

They were already very familiar with the strategies of spreading out their positions and constantly moving around.

At this moment, Yang Ping also saw the familiar armored, purple-haired corpse amidst the charred mess not far away.

At this moment, he shook off the rubble and molten steel from his body and stood up.

To his surprise, the powerful zombie that had once given him the best of all his strength but only managed to burn a few bits of its fur was now in a rather disheveled state.

The face, covered with fine hair, had a large patch of skin torn open, revealing stiff, bluish-black muscles underneath.

The rusty sword he was holding upside down was also broken off at the base.

Clearly, the soldiers cooperated much better than he had imagined while he was unconscious.

This gave Yang Ping, who was feeling disheartened, a glimmer of hope.

If the soldiers cooperated closely and were willing to suffer casualties, they were able to injure him to this extent.

Once the news spreads, the Special Operations Bureau will dispatch more troops and superhumans to the scene, and the situation may still have a chance to turn around.

Thinking this, he approached while rummaging through his body, trying to find any talismans or magical artifacts that could still be used.

In the end, he only managed to pull out a blue talisman.

They had rushed here through heavy rain, and the remaining talismans on their bodies had been completely soaked and ruined.

Only the Iron Armor Talisman stuck to his chest and the Wind Talisman, which was not very lethal, remained. These two mid-level talismans, made of different materials and not easily damaged, were still there.

Seeing that the purple-haired corpse in front of him had stood up, discarded the damaged iron sword, and chased after the scattered and fleeing soldiers.

The situation is far worse than imagined.

Yang Ping now realizes the importance of this force, which has experience fighting against powerful purple-haired zombies.

Regardless of anything else, even if it means abandoning existing positions and retreating, manpower is still needed for the retreat and defense.

Thinking this, he took out the last remaining talisman, chanted an incantation, and threw it at the approaching purple-haired corpse.

"go with!"

The talisman exploded in the air, and a gust of wind quickly condensed, compressed, and flew towards the purple-haired corpse.

next moment.

The gust of wind, carrying immense force, struck the already disheveled zombie, pushing it backward a step.

This brief delay gave the convoy time to quickly disperse and roam around the spacious area.

With Yang Ping's cooperation, the soldiers were even more adept at their work.

They fired rapidly.

Although small-caliber weapons used by individual soldiers cause negligible damage.

However, a dense network of fire can also serve as a deterrent, preventing them from rampaging and killing indiscriminately.

Meanwhile, Yang Ping, having used up his last talisman, was also at a loss.

He quickly scanned the surrounding ground, then picked up a rifle with a decent supply of bullets and opened fire.

Although he had never had the opportunity to use firearms before.

However, after joining the Special Operations Bureau, he received basic training. Although he couldn't hit the bullseye every time, he didn't have difficulty with short-range fire suppression.

Due to the wind blast attack earlier and the bullet blockage at this moment, the purple-haired corpse could only watch as the soldiers got into the vehicle and drove away.

Enraged, it turned around and fixed its gaze on the yellow-robed Taoist priest who was closest to it and had been attacking it.

"Roar!!"

He then roared and turned to speed up.

Seeing this, Yang Ping dared not be careless.

Although soldiers were firing from all sides to suppress them, the damage was limited and could only hinder their movement.

Now that he no longer has the agility of the Swift Movement Talisman, he can only roll on the spot.

"call--!"

A gust of wind swept by, flipping Yang Ping, who was rolling in the mud, over again before he managed to get up in a disheveled state.

The enraged purple-haired corpse was once again pulled away by a swarm of armored vehicles that swarmed around it like flying insects.

They began charging left and right, chasing down lone soldiers.

Yang Ping, who had just managed to get back to his feet, nearly fainted from the pain caused by the simple roll.

He quickly bit his tongue to calm himself down.

After catching his breath, he picked up the gun that had fallen to the side with one hand and rushed toward the direction from which the screams were coming.

The situation has once again reached a stalemate.

If you try to escape, you will be caught up and overturned by the charging zombies.

If the defenses are broken up and the base is overrun with zombies, the scattered squads will be unable to resist when attacked and will only be defeated one by one.

If you don't leave, you won't be able to kill the zombies.

Not to mention the ever-growing horde of zombies gathering behind them, the purple-haired zombies alone are not something that soldiers with limited ammunition and only firearms can kill.

After much deliberation, the only option was to leave a small group behind to delay the main force and allow them to break through quickly and rendezvous with any reinforcements that might arrive in the city.

With this in mind, Yang Ping gritted his teeth and quickly ran to the outer perimeter, to the armored vehicle that served as a communications vehicle, and climbed in.

Before he could even stand properly, he shouted urgently.

"This can't go on; we'll be dragged down to our deaths!"

"The best course of action now is to leave some men behind to cover the retreat! Then the main force can break through and join up with the troops inside the city to intercept the hordes of zombies charging inward and cover the evacuation of the civilians!"

When the plan was proposed, the adjutant beside him only paused slightly, without showing much surprise.

They had already thought of this plan. They originally intended to leave a small group of people to hold off the zombies, while the rest of the group led Yang Ping, who was more useful, to break through the encirclement.

But the adjutant glanced at Yang Ping's resolute face and swallowed his words.

If we bring these things up now, the other party will definitely not agree.

He wasn't confident that he could fight this "powerful and influential" superhuman hand-to-hand, even if he were to knock him unconscious and forcibly take him away.

After a brief moment of thought, he gritted his teeth and sharpened his gaze.

"Okay, I'll stay with you!"

Yang Ping glanced at him with some surprise. He had thought that this adjutant with a blank look in his eyes would hesitate, but he did not expect him to agree so decisively.

However, the situation was urgent, and there was no time for detailed discussion.

After a brief deliberation, an order was sent to the other vehicles via the communications vehicle's radio.

No one was being dramatic after that.

The soldiers selected to break out handed over all their grenades, incendiary bombs, and other weapons to those who remained, keeping only a small amount of ammunition for the breakout.

The vehicles in the best condition were selected, and a small amount of intelligence and combat videos were quickly loaded onto them.

Useless supplies were discarded, and the space made up was crammed into more soldiers with minor injuries. Soldiers who were wounded or resigned to their fate drove the damaged but still functional vehicles.

Along with the medium armored vehicles with shattered windows, they split off from the troops and charged toward the roaring purple-haired corpse in the center.

The main force circled around, choosing a direction with fewer zombies, and charged straight out of the blockade zone.

Of those who remained.

Yang Ping sat in the passenger seat of the lead armored vehicle, next to a sergeant with bandages around his eyes and an old adjutant named Li with a numb expression.

Soldiers who were not assigned vehicles, those who were wounded, or those who volunteered to cover the rear ran alongside the vehicles in the heavy rain and mud.

The purple-haired corpse suddenly lost the harassment from the surrounding vehicles.

Turning his head, he saw the group of people who had gathered and were rushing towards him.

"Roar!!"

Without hesitation, he roared and strode forward to meet them.

The two sides were the first to be hit, and they were about to collide.

A troop carrier that had lost its roof was overturned.

But before the purple-haired corpse could make any other move...

The troop carrier, which was full of wounded soldiers and explosives gathered by the entire team, exploded violently amidst flames and a loud bang.

"boom-!!"

The explosion, which was almost within reach of the purple-haired corpse, sent it staggering and falling to the side.

Just then, a car belching black smoke came rushing in.

"boom!"

With a crash, the car body twisted and overturned, completely knocking the unsteady purple-haired corpse to the ground.

Following closely behind, the remaining cars and the armored vehicle that Yang Ping was riding in, the largest and most powerful, rushed forward.

The attempt was made to cause injury through crushing and collision, or at least to restrict its ability to get up.

This was a plan proposed by a sergeant who had lost an eye.

"Since we're destined to die, why not attack with a vengeance?"

This statement was also accepted by the hundred or so people at the rear.

Next.

Although their numbers were greatly reduced, their attack suddenly became fierce, and they managed to suppress the purple-haired corpse that had been knocked over for a time.

The series of car collisions, while not causing fatal injuries, successfully bought time.

The remaining soldiers spread out and opened fire, using their firepower to suppress the enemy during the gaps when the vehicles were running over them, preventing them from getting up.

Just a few minutes.

Under the crushing weight of the armored vehicle weighing over ten tons, the thick-skinned purple-haired corpse was directly crushed into the wet, soft yellow soil soaked by rainwater.

Its strange purple fur, stained with mud and water, made it look disheveled.

They actually seem to have gained the upper hand.

But the good times didn't last long.

This offensive, fueled by a desperate will to die, was sustained for far too short a time.

After a group of soldiers were reloading their ammunition and a car that was already damaged broke down completely, the purple-haired corpse seized the opportunity.

He got up directly from the muddy puddle that had been created by being crushed.

He grabbed the front of the armored vehicle that was charging towards him, ready to run it over, and roared as he tried to stop it by force.

"Roar!!!"

Amidst the hum of the armored vehicle's tires rubbing against the ground, the purple-haired corpse was pushed several meters.

Faced with this resistance, the adjutant in the driver's seat floored the accelerator.

This caused some parts of the armored vehicle, which had already been involved in a collision, to suddenly break down.

After a plume of black smoke billowed from the front of the car, it completely lost power and stalled.

The monster actually managed to stop them.

After stopping the armored vehicle, the purple-haired corpse released its claws that were bracing against the front of the vehicle.

Looking at the astonished faces inside the car, he grinned and used his claws to completely rip open the half-shattered front window.

Before anyone could react in time, he grabbed the adjutant in the driver's seat and pulled him out of the car window.

Without hesitation, he stuffed it into his mouth and tore it, almost snapping it in two.

Blood mixed with internal organs splattered out, mingling with the rain and spilling onto the ground.

Inside the car, Yang Ping watched helplessly as his adjutant, his eyes glazed over, screamed in agony as most of his abdomen was bitten off, his entrails still hanging from his body, and he was flung away.

Below him, without a windshield, splattered flesh and blood, mixed with the torrential rain, soaked his head and face.

The pungent smell of blood stimulated my nerves.

Yang Ping, who was still in a daze, immediately reacted and opened the car door next to him and jumped out.

"Boom!"

The moment they landed, a muffled thud came from the armored vehicle behind them.

Turning around, one could see a purple-haired corpse with blood foam dripping from the corner of its mouth, seemingly still unsatisfied.

He reached directly into the car window and violently ripped open the metal partition, pulling the one-eyed sergeant out of the back seat.

Twisted metal and shattered glass scraped deep, bone-revealing wounds across the sergeant's body.

But this seemed to excite the purple-haired corpse even more, its scarlet eyes growing even more intense.

It raised its hand directly to its mouth, just as it was about to stuff the sergeant into its mouth, as before.

Yang Ping, who was lying on the ground nearby, suddenly widened his eyes.

The one-eyed sergeant, whose body was covered in blood and gore and was being held in the hand of the purple-haired corpse, suddenly opened his tightly clenched teeth.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, he pulled out a bundle of five or six fist-sized grenades and shoved them into the gaping mouth that was so close to his.

"Die! You beast!!"

He was holding a fuse.

The next moment, the entire head, along with a large section of the shoulder, was stuffed into the mouth of the purple-haired corpse, bitten off, and swallowed.

The exposed limbs twitched twice and then fell silent.

Just as the purple-haired corpse was about to swallow, a large plume of thick smoke suddenly billowed from its mouth, and then...

"boom-!!"

A muffled bang, unlike the previous self-destructing vehicles, this explosion seemed to be shrouded in thick leather, sounding particularly low.

This attack seemed to have caused the purple-haired corpse considerable discomfort.

It opened its mouth and spat out a large amount of mushy flesh and blood, it was unclear whether it was the remains of the adjutant it had swallowed or the internal organs injured by the explosion.

Seizing the opportunity, Yang Ping quickly got up, ran to the back seat of the armored vehicle, and pulled out a rocket launcher.

He turned around immediately and pulled the trigger, disregarding the fact that the distance was less than ten meters.

A "whoosh" sound.

The rocket exploded in the chest of the zombie, which was still spewing fragments and debris.

The armor-piercing projectile spun, pushing him to the side. Although it didn't pierce his body, the massive explosion knocked him over again.

The remaining few cars that were still in motion immediately went forward and ran over the car.

And so the battle continued for an unknown period of time.

Both the soldiers and Yang Ping were immersed in this unequal confrontation.

Loose soldiers were constantly being smashed or swallowed by a single palm strike.

The few remaining Jeeps were also damaged or overturned one after another.

They had already run out of explosives, and their firearms and ammunition were also running low.

But that's irrelevant now, because there are more guns than people.

When the last soldier standing beside Yang Ping, who had opened fire alongside him, was smashed into a bloody pulp by a piece of the torn car body.

Yang Ping, who was immersed in the furious battle, gradually came back to his senses.

He looked around blankly.

All that could be seen were overturned vehicles and piles of twisted scrap metal.

The ground was littered with severed limbs, shallow craters from the explosion, and muddy water stained a pale pink by blood and flesh.

While he was still in a daze, he faced the only remaining purple-haired corpse without hesitation.

It took a few steps forward and slapped at me with a claw.

"Bang-!!"

With a muffled thud from the impact of flesh against flesh, Yang Ping felt his vision go black and he was lifted into the air.

He realized that he had been sent flying by a powerful palm strike from the purple-haired corpse.

The rapidly receding scenery around us seemed to slow down.

Yang Ping, whose body was bent over and flying backward like a shrimp, saw the talisman on his chest light up under the blow, and then quickly burned and turned to ashes.

immediately.

The scene before my eyes began to accelerate, and my thin, frail body flew backward.

"boom!"

Finally, a shallow pit was created on the overgrown, low slope.

After splashing up a cloud of mud taller than a person, it rolled several times and landed next to an iron frame supporting a searchlight.

Although the Iron Armor Talisman mitigated some of the damage after this attack.

However, even without the protection of the golden talisman, the remaining power of the zombie attack would still be fatal to a mortal body.

At this moment, I felt the scene before my eyes was doubled, and the beam of the tilted searchlight above my head made my eyes turn white.

His body was numb, and he trembled as he turned over.

Suddenly, I felt a spasm in my stomach, a surge of heat rushed up, and I couldn't help but vomit.

"vomit!"

Then, through his blurred vision, he saw a large pool of blood in front of him, mixed with bits of flesh.

Clearly, his internal organs had been shattered in the impact.

He couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.

He swayed his gaze and looked up at the purple-haired corpse approaching step by step in the distance.

"...I...Master...I think I'm failing again..."

And in his increasingly blurred vision.

The purple-haired corpse had already reached him, extending a giant claw with gleaming, cold nails, and reaching towards him.

It seemed to want to grab him and swallow him whole, just like the soldiers it had previously torn apart.

But Yang Ping was no longer afraid. Having experienced several near-death experiences tonight, he had long since shed his initial fear of death.

It even gets on my mind.

Wouldn't it be too much trouble for me to go to the underworld and hang out with my master after I die?
It seems that there aren't many job opportunities in my major.

Shouldn't only living people build and dig graves?
There's still some regret in my heart.

They had promised to guard the Tomb of a Hundred Kings and guarantee there wouldn't be any problems, but they broke their promise so quickly.

As I thought about it, my consciousness began to blur.

"...Li Qingfeng...please come back soon..."

Muttering to himself, he prepared to close his eyes and face the oncoming giant zombie claws, ready to accept his fate of death.

But the next moment.

"Qiang——!"

A crisp sword cry rang out from close range, followed by a flash of bright, cold light.

He opened his eyes again, somewhat puzzled.

But the giant zombie claw that had been pressing against him had vanished.

But a tall and steady figure stood in front of me.

A long sword, pointing diagonally at the ground, was held in the man's hand.

As his gaze moved upward, he saw the person slightly turn their head to look at him.

"I'm late."

(End of this chapter)