doomsday lamb

In the winter of the second year of the apocalypse, a wave of radiated corpses attacked Nanming to no avail and then fled north.

Thousands of black corpses divided into groups of small and medium-sized corpses, sneaking into the endless Dalou Mountains and disappearing.

At first, not many people paid attention to this remnant army, until they took the initiative to gather the corpses scattered everywhere in retreat.

The scale of the corpse group snowballed, and it only took a month for the total number to exceed 100,000.

In the next few days, more than 100,000 black corpses broke through Loushanguan, raided many bases in the northern area of ​​Dalou Mountain, and killed countless people.

Eventually, they faced off against the human army along the Pengshui coast.

Stationed here are 14,000 men from Zheng Yang's Kongbu and 5,000 Fengdu garrison from Jincheng.

Behind them is the still intact Fengdu Cross-River Bridge, which is the only way to cross the river and go north within a hundred kilometers.

After crossing the river, there are gathering places one after another where millions of survivors in the north of the Yangtze River rely on for survival.

If these guys are allowed to cross the river and head north, with the power of the Corpse King, the fate that the gathering place of the Jiangbei human race will face is simply unimaginable!

Therefore, Zheng Yangkong and the others must stop the Corpse King here no matter what.

The Corpse King must be blocked on the south bank of the river.

We must defeat the tentacles of the corpse disaster spreading northward,

Even if it costs your life!

When the news reached Jiangdong's temporary headquarters, the whole world was shocked.

Chief of Staff Chu Feng took a plane that night and took off from Qiantang. Three hours later, he went to Yubei in person to take charge of the overall situation.

Under the lights of the early morning, He Qiliang, the person in charge of Jincheng, who had already been waiting at the airport, personally picked him up.

At 3:15, the Secretary-General of the Self-Administration Committee, Chu Feng, walked down the ramp with a young assistant.

Then the two people, accompanied by He Qiliang, left by car and went to the frontline command center located in Congyansi, Yubei District.

We can't blame them for being anxious. As early as three days ago, at a strategic location called Guanyin Cave, one of the defenders had already fought against the vanguard of the zombie tide.

The blocking battle at Guanyin Cave lasted for one day and one night, and finally ended with the death of all three thousand human evolvers.

No one knows what exactly happened during those twenty-four hours.

No one knows what means the Corpse King used to capture this "bridgehead" that was said to be indestructible before the war.

The only thing people know is that after the Guanyin Cave defense line is breached, there will be no more barriers on the road to Fengdu Bridge.

Zheng Yang's army and the remaining Fengdu defenders may face annihilation at any time!

three hours ago,

On a hillside a hundred kilometers away from Yubei Airport.

This is an inconspicuous village on the outskirts of Fengdu County, called Sesame Pond.

Before the disaster, the village had a population of more than a hundred households, until Advent came, turning the place into a desolate and desolate place with no people and ghosts.

As the night gradually deepens, a bright yellow full moon rises from the sky.

The moon is sparse, and the goose-yellow moonlight shines on the ground through a thin plume of clouds.

In the quiet fields, the breeze blew through the sparse branches and leaves, making a whistling sound.

Suddenly, a lifelike bird call came from the grass.

"Chirp, chirp."

A response quickly came from the short tree on the side.

"Gu Gu, Gu Gu."

The two "birds" finished their exchange and were silent for a long time.

Suddenly, a straw man stood up in the grass. To be precise, it was a man with grass branches and leaves stuck on his head.

The straw man turned to the short tree and whispered: "Hey, it's time for Old Li to change the guard."

A man wearing camouflage also emerged from behind a bush.

He complained to the straw man: "Did you oversleep? If you don't come, I will wet my crotch."

"Hahaha, my fault, my fault."

The straw man laughed and hid behind a short tree.

The man who was replaced cursed and hunched over and left quickly.

It turns out that this is a secret post set up by the human defenders in Sesame Pond.

The man who was replaced ran all the way back to the hillside.

During this period, he bypassed many traps and underwent three inspections before finally reaching his destination.

Fences covered with camouflage cloth, camouflage green tents, and black muzzles of guns poked out from the lush grass from time to time.

Who would have thought that there is a stronghold of the human defenders hidden in this dense forest.

"Who's coming?"

"Li Zhixin reported that there were no abnormalities during the guard period."

The person opposite waved his hand and said: "Okay, you go down and rest."

The man guarding the camp gate is a young lieutenant.

A day ago he was the person in charge of this stronghold.

Until the two officers in the middle tent led the team here.

The zombie tide was coming, and the arrival of reinforcements made him feel more at ease.

Thinking of this, the lieutenant cheered up and continued to patrol the camp.

Not only was it an inspection, but it was also to prevent anyone from approaching the tent in the center of the camp and hearing the conversation between the two officers.

At midnight, the fields were lonely, and even the moon was hidden behind a dark cloud.

The lights in the tent in the center of the camp were flickering. A young man lit a second candle, turned to another person in the room and said:

"Brother Zheng, the tide of corpses is coming fiercely. You and I don't have enough troops, how can we resist it?"

"The enemy is outnumbered and we are outnumbered, so naturally we cannot touch their edge easily. We must hold on..."

The man raised his head and glanced at him, and then said: "If we continue to defend it, I'm afraid that in three days, the bridge will be your and my tomb."

"Why don't I know that guarding the bridge is the next best thing? But as soon as we leave, Jiangbei will be exposed to the tide of corpses..."

"That being said, it's not entirely true."

"Brother Zheng, how do you say this?"

"Mingrui, have you ever heard two sentences?"

"What words?"

"If you go deep alone, the strong ones go first, and the tired ones come last."

"Hey...what's one more sentence?"

"Second, the flanks are exposed and there is a danger of being flanked."

The young man walked to the table holding the candle and placed half of the remaining candle in the center of the table.

The dim candlelight illuminated the opposite corner, illuminating an angular face.

The bridge of the nose is high, the lips are thin, the eyes are deep...

This person turned out to be Zheng Yangkong, the leader of the Northern Allied Forces supporting the Western Front.

It is rumored that he should be leading the main army to guard the last pass leading to Fengdu Bridge - Tielugou. For some reason, he appeared here.

"Mingrui, we have to rely on ourselves to relieve the siege of Fengdu."

…

In the early morning of January 30, the third year of the End of the World, the zombie army crossed Pengshui at night and captured the Changlin Bay stronghold established by the human race on the east coast.

After the sun rose, the river water was dyed red with blood, and countless corpses floated away along the current.

Some of the more than 100,000 black corpses were washed away by the rapid current when crossing the river. Later, they were blocked by the defenders of Changlin Bay. The main force of the remaining corpse tide still numbered 100,000.

They marched eastward under the leadership of corpse generals at all levels. At this time, they were less than forty miles away from the bridge.

At noon that day, the vanguard of the zombie tide encountered a tenacious blockade by human troops in the Lion Rock area.

As for the army of necromorphs, these weak humans relied on condescending firepower to attack, shamefully repelling their attacks again and again with powerful firepower.

The fierce battle lasted for most of the day, during which many fourth-level zombie generals took turns to lead the charge, and the arrow rain from the bone-spurred black zombies turned the entire position into a hornet's nest.

It wasn't until evening that the tide of corpses removed the nail and continued eastward.

At this time, the leaders of the zombie tide had not realized that their rear army was being eaten away bit by bit by the small groups of troops sent by the human race.

The composition structure of the corpse group is loose, and the physical differences between different black corpse individuals are huge.

It is the same black corpse, but it is divided into strong, old and weak, and divided into different types.

As the corpse tide advances, misalignment will naturally form.

Those who ran fast rushed to the front, while those who ran slowly were left behind.

The zombie groups with single combat effectiveness also dispersed from each other during this process.

An invincible phalanx of zombies was unknowingly dismantled by himself.

Early the next morning, a group of 10,000 corpses led by the corpse tide once again captured a small town. At this time, there were still 6,000 black corpses surrounding a few corpse generals.

At noon, with the sun shining brightly in Luoyun Town, this group of tens of thousands of dead soldiers finally fell into the encirclement of the coalition forces.

An army of ten thousand people ambushed six thousand black corpses, and the battle was one-sided from the beginning.

Perhaps before his death, the leading corpse general hoped that other groups of corpses would follow the sound of gunfire and come to support them.

But he may have forgotten that he rushed too fast and too hard, and had already put a considerable distance between himself and the others.

Within a day, the same scene was repeated in Luoyun Town, Shizi Road, and Wenchang Village.

The coalition forces made a concerted effort to defeat and wipe out three groups of 10,000 corpses.

The number of people on the human side has not increased. The victory of this battle depends on the numerical advantage on the local battlefield.

It relies on setting up ambush positions in advance and the efficiency of maneuvering between sites.

On every battlefield, the coalition forces can always concentrate superior forces to destroy the enemy.

Because the coalition forces now have more people, better equipment, and the terrain is more favorable.

On the other side, in Bailu Village, thirty miles away from Fengdu, three thousand Fengdu defenders were quickly cleaning the battlefield.

For two days, the Fengdu Army responsible for mopping up the corpses continued to eat away at the small and medium-sized corpse groups that had fallen behind in the tide of corpses.

As of this evening, there were twelve thousand black corpses dead in their hands.

In each battle, they only faced ordinary corpse groups with only a few hundred to one or two thousand black corpses.

Winning this kind of battle is not difficult for the elite Fengdu Army.

Since the war began, the human side has sacrificed time, space, equipment, ammunition, and the physical strength of the combatants.

Take a bite here and there on this unprecedentedly bloated corpse tide,

Miraculously, the opponent's army of 100,000 was swallowed up by more than 40,000.

In comparison, the casualties on the human side were only 3,000.