doomsday lamb

Thirty minutes later, a large number of black corpses first appeared in a jungle southwest of Huaiyu Mountain.

The corpses moved silently among the trees.

There is no wind today, but the branches and leaves are swaying and rubbing together, making a continuous sound.

This attracted the attention of the soldiers on duty at the outpost.

He hurriedly shook his sleeping companion and pulled the other man, who was rubbing his sleepy eyes, out of the sentry post.

The two evolutionists on duty were quite vigilant. They held guns and moved forward, back to back, while closely observing possible movements in the jungle.

One step, two steps, three steps...

They were a little nervous at first, but gradually became more relaxed.

"It doesn't seem like anything," one person said to the other.

"Maybe it's a wild animal," answered the other.

At this moment, a long slender tongue suddenly emerged from the jungle.

With a "pop" sound, it pierced the throat of one of them.

The victim opened his mouth, and blood bubbled out from his mouth and nose.

"Help...help me."

The next moment, the tongue suddenly tightened and quickly dragged the man into the jungle.

In the blink of an eye, everything happened.

The other person was almost stunned.

The man shouted in horror: "Enemy attack, enemy attack!"

He ran back to the sentry post in a panic.

Unexpectedly, another bright red tongue suddenly appeared from the side.

His head was shattered with a bang, like a watermelon bursting open.

In an instant, red and white things were scattered on the ground, and the headless body slowly fell to the ground.

Before the body fell, the murder weapon returned to a tree at the edge of the jungle with a bunch of brains wrapped around it.

The real murderer is here.

It was a vague monster lying on the ground, with its body on all fours and its narrow body.

Its skin seems to be able to change colors freely.

In just a few moments, it changed from green camouflage color to brown, showing its trace under the tree.

The monster chewed the delicious food in his hand, juice flowing from his mouth, dripping down his jaw and falling on the grass.

Several frog-shaped black corpses that looked similar to it appeared one after another and gathered around the corpse to feast.

A group of radioactive black corpses passed by them, walking step by step towards Huaiyu Mountain.

...

At this time, the Chinese army camp in Huaiyu Mountain was empty.

At the suggestion of Lang Hua and Gu Cheng, Kong Fan had ordered everyone to move their positions immediately and follow him to the foot of the mountain to meet the enemy.

Night is the home field of the Necromorphs, and they cannot sit still and wait until night in vain.

Since the zombies wanted to surround him, Kong Fan, on the mountain, he had to make an ambush first!

In front of Lang Hua and others, Kong Fan said this:

"The Corpse King wants to catch a turtle in an urn, but he is really bullying people! Even if one of my steel teeth breaks this time, I, Kong Fan, will bite off one of his arms!"

After Lang Hua arrived here early in the morning, there were about 10,000 evolvers on Huaiyu Mountain.

Among them, the Kong family team accounted for 3,000 people, and Gu Cheng brought 2,500 people from outside the pass.

Lang Hua wanted to leave 3,000 men in Qiantang to help Kong Lianyi in the defense, so he only brought less than 2,000 men.

The remaining more than 5,000 people were private soldiers brought by lords from various places.

These more than 10,000 people were set up as three lines of defense by Kong Fan and were ambushed on the gentle slope at the foot of the southwest mountain of Huaiyu Mountain.

Kong Fan and several major leaders climbed to the commanding heights on one side and observed the activities at the bottom of the mountain from top to bottom.

While the tide of corpses was uprooting the sentry posts at the bottom of the mountain, a hidden sentry took the opportunity to emit warning smoke.

In front of a hidden tree house on the south side of Huaiyu Mountain, a puff of red smoke slowly rose into the sky.

After the smoke rose into the sky, there was a series of short gunshots, which attracted Lang Hua and others to look over there.

"Commander, look quickly. There is smoke there!"

The people below reported to Kong Fan, but Kong Fan looked at Lang Hua.

"They are coming." Kong Fan said.

Lang Hua looked at the red smoke and nodded slowly.

According to the latest news, large groups of corpses have appeared in the north, west and south directions of Huaiyu Mountain.

Among them black corpses

The number is unknown, but initial estimates are around 300,000.

Compared to the millions of black corpses in Northern Huangshan, 300,000 may not sound like much.

But at that time, there was at least one strong city that could be defended in Songlin Ridge, North Huangshan Mountain.

But what about Huaiyu Mountain? The mountain is gentle and there is no danger to defend. The military camps on the mountain are just some windproof tents.

How to block the impact of hundreds of thousands of black corpses?

In fact, everyone knows that the only way to escape unharmed now is to retreat.

Before the encirclement was formed, they retreated along the mountain road to the east without hesitation.

As long as the troops withdraw within the Qianhu Plain, friendly forces will definitely come to respond.

They will be safe then.

Maybe no one would have to die, and maybe not even a drop of blood would need to be shed.

The only disadvantage is that you will lose the land under your feet.

But this is exactly what Kong Fan cannot tolerate.

On previous battlefields, if the troops retreated without firing a shot, the commander would be punished.

Even though he is Kong Fan, he is the appointed successor of the Kong family.

But if you do such a thing, how can you still have the dignity to go back and see people?

What would the uncles in the clan think of him?

Those people on the forum haven't poked his spine and scolded him to death?

Therefore, Kong Fan never dared to retreat, and he could never retreat.

Even if you have to fight 300,000 black corpses.

Kong Fan would never dare to leave today.

Time passed by, and the tide of corpses advanced here step by step, but they did not move.

One of Kong Fan's junior lieutenants gradually became anxious.

"Why are there still so many corpses? Didn't Master Zhou and the others stop the corpses from crossing the border?"

"Commander, let's attack. We should take the initiative to attack while the zombie tide has not yet gained a firm foothold. Commander, why do you want to listen to this outsider and let us wait here?"

.......

The young lieutenant was chattering away, which made Kong Fan frown.

Lang Hua thought he would be angry, but Kong Fan explained softly:

"Fighting against black corpses is different from the past. City Lord Lang has more experience in fighting against zombies than we do. We should listen more to his opinions..."

Unexpectedly, before Kong Fan finished speaking, the man started talking nonsense again.

"Why don't you be a city lord? He's not even old enough like me to know how to fight. There is a Jade River in the southwest at the foot of the mountain. The best strategy is to attack it with soldiers halfway across. If it's too late and delays the opportunity to fight, I think this boy can handle it.

Do you take this responsibility..."

Hearing this, Kong Fan looked angry and scolded hurriedly:

"Yan'er, don't be rude to City Master Lang."

Only then did Lang Hua know the name of this deputy general.

"Yan'er?" Lang Hua thought about it again and again, and couldn't help but look at this person a few more times.

After Kong Fan reprimanded him, the man actually stopped talking.

Just look at him puffing up his mouth and huffing angrily, as if he is very unconvinced.

It almost made Lang Hua laugh.

At this time, it happened that Kong Fan asked Lang Hua for confirmation.

"Brother Lang Hua, is the strategy you mentioned feasible?"

From the look on Kong Fan's face, he seemed to be quite uneasy.

There is no other way. Now the lives of more than 10,000 people on the mountain are in Kong Fan's hands, so he cannot be careless.

If Lang Hua's plan fails, these people will have to face the full pursuit of 300,000 black corpses from three directions at the same time, and the consequences will be disastrous.

At this time, the ambush on the human side has been set, waiting for the corpses to enter the net.

The best opportunity to retreat was also lost.

What else can I do if I don’t fight?

He seemed to understand what Kong Fan was thinking,

At this time, Lang Hua had no choice but to say some encouraging words.

He patted Kong Fan on the shoulder and looked confident.

Lang Hua said in a broad voice: "Don't worry, Brother Kong Fan, just keep an eye on him."

When Kong Fan heard this, he said happily: "Okay, the fortunes and lives of me and all the other officers and men depend entirely on you, brother."

Isn’t this trust too heavy in terms of wealth and life?

Lang Hua smiled dryly: "This... I'll try my best."

At this time, a cold snort came from behind the two of them, and Lang Hua's smile stopped abruptly.

"

Huh, you real city lord and fake city lord, can you stay away from our commander? You really have no shame."

The young general seemed to see that Lang Hua was very dissatisfied with Kong Fan's hooking up, and hurriedly separated the two.

While separating, he warned Lang Hua:

"Hey, that fake city lord. When the fight breaks out, don't run away first. I'll keep an eye on you."

"Yan'er!"

Kong Fan saw this and was about to scold him again, but Lang Hua stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Hahaha, young general, do you want to make a bet with me?"

"Bet? What do you want to bet on?"

"Just bet that my plan will succeed, we will win a great victory, and the 300,000 corpses will be defeated."

After listening to Lang Hua's words, the other party showed his white teeth and sneered:

"Haha, your tone is really not small. Okay, I'll bet with you."

The young general stared at Lang Hua without giving in. Finally, he suddenly remembered something important.

"Wait, where's the bet? Hey, that fake city lord. You haven't said what the bet is."

"Haha, I really can't fool you." Lang Hua laughed.

"Of course, I... would I be deceived by a young boy like you? It's really ridiculous."

"Okay, okay, then explain the bet. If I lose, I will leave it to your disposal. At the same time, I will donate all the military supplies and all my elite soldiers will be under the command of your parents."

"Are you serious about this?" The young general was surprised at first, and then asked as if he was afraid that Lang Hua would regret it, "City Lord Lang, do you know that there are no jokes in the army?"

"Of course." Lang Hua suddenly said solemnly, "Once a man says something, it's hard to chase him. Lang Hua is willing to serve as a military commander."

"Good. That's courageous." The young general praised, but his face was filled with joy.

"Brother Lang Hua, I know you have confidence, but why do you need to issue a military order?"

Kong Fan interrupted at this time and said:

"Yan'er, please stop talking. City Lord Lang is here to help our friendly army, how can we covet our friendly army's military resources and personnel?"

Kong Fan could also see that many of the people Lang Hua brought were elite soldiers and generals who had fought hard battles, and were much stronger than his soldiers.

Moreover, the bet also included high-quality potions that were never sold to the public in Langya City. To be honest, he was also very greedy.

But as the next successor of the Kong family, the second young master of the Kong family grew up with Confucian education.

Kong Fan's self-esteem and moral principles in his heart did not allow him to condone his subordinates to make such a gamble that was obviously unfair to Lang Hua.

For this reason, he excused Lang Hua and said: "City Lord Lang's strategy was discussed with me and Mr. Gu. Please don't interfere. These are my own considerations. If anything happens, it will be mine, the commander-in-chief."

I can afford it..."

But before Kong Fan finished speaking, Lang Hua interrupted him with a smile.

"It's not in the way. Brother Kong Fan, it's not in the way."

Lang Hua turned around and asked the young general:

"Don't be too quick to be happy. We haven't said anything yet, so what if you lose?"

Only then did the young general suddenly realize.

Yes, since it is a bet, how can you not make a bet?

But Lang Hua's bet is too luxurious, and he has nothing to match it...

"I lost? If I lose, I will... I will..."

Thinking of this, the other party bit his lip, frowned, and a thin layer of pink rose up on his cheeks in anxiety.

"Let's do this." Lang Hua suddenly said, "If you lose, how about you stay with me for a few days? What's the point of following Kong Fan, a boring gourd, as a lieutenant?

If you come to my place as a deputy general, you can take care of the crystal core medicine. I don’t have much to do here, ahem, just make the bed and fold the quilt."

"You...you, you, you, who do you think I am!"

The pink color on the young general's face suddenly deepened, and red clouds flew all over his face in an instant.

At first glance, I thought it was a ripe peach.

"You're a scoundrel! Shameless."

The young general cursed and stomped away.

Kong Fan smiled bitterly at Lang Hua and said:

"Brother Lang, is it not very authentic to poach people in front of me?"

At this time, Lang Hua was still pretending to be surprised.

"Oh, oh, brother Kong, so you are here.

It's really rude and disrespectful. I promise I will go behind your back next time I do something like this."

Kong Fan: "..."