In the apocalypse, I hoarded goods and handed over my storage space to the government.

Let's turn our attention back to the front lines.

The battle has been going on for two hours.

The three-tiered defense lines set up by Zhao Tiejun are under pressure that is unimaginable to ordinary people.

In front of the first line of defense, the five-meter-deep trench and the specially created drop had been filled in by layers of zombie remains.

The subsequent horde of corpses trampled over the bodies of their own kind, charging up to the front lines as if walking on flat ground.

"Withdraw! Withdraw from the first line of defense immediately!"

The hoarse roar of the frontline company commander came through the communicator.

"All units, take cover! Retreat to the second line! Engineers, prepare to detonate the pre-planted explosives!"

Without hesitation, without delay.

As Wang Bin fired, he retreated along the trench towards the higher ground behind him.

Not far away, Long Yiwan was breathing heavily.

The gun barrel on the exoskeleton's robotic arm is a dangerous dark red.

He swung a broken piece of special steel barricade with one hand, knocking back two steps of a second-tier giant zombie that was charging at him.

"Damn it! This is never going to end!"

Long Yiwan roared, unleashing his fire-based powers, and a ball of flame splattered onto the zombie's face.

He turned to retreat, but stumbled and nearly fell into the horde of zombies.

Just then, a strong hand grabbed his armor shoulder strap and yanked him back to safety.

"What are you standing there for! You foreign devils, hurry up and catch up with the group!"

Wang Bin yelled and turned around to continue firing to suppress the enemy.

Long Yiwan watched Wang Bin's retreating figure, his heart filled with unparalleled shock.

"What kind of army is this...?"

In the wasteland, mercenaries often trample each other when retreating, and sometimes even use their comrades as human shields.

But here, foreign auxiliaries and Great Xia soldiers mingled together.

No one abandoned anyone; everyone was desperately pulling their comrades together through the mud and blood!

Long Yiwan gritted his teeth and followed the soldiers of Daxia as they ran towards the second line of defense.

"Quickly! Medic! Carry the wounded away!"

A company commander from the Great Xia Company stood behind the breastwork of the second line of defense, waving his arms to guide the retreating personnel.

The crystal-powered heavy machine gunners took over the suppressive fire, their azure beams sweeping across the gap and cutting down swathes of pursuing zombies.

Ten kilometers behind.

The roar of heavy artillery positions has never stopped since the start of the war.

The cannon barrel was glowing red-hot.

The water poured on it immediately turns into white steam as it cools.

"Bang!"

"Something's happened at gun position number three! Medic!"

A large-caliber self-propelled gun overheated during continuous firing, causing its barrel to crack and shrapnel to injure nearby gunners.

However, before the medic could rush over, the wounded gunner simply tore off the bandage and tightly wrapped it around his wound, gritting his teeth as he once again shouldered a heavy high-explosive shell.

"Mount the spare gun! Keep firing!"

The entire position was like a tireless machine, hurling massive amounts of ammunition forward.

……

Inside the forward command post.

The air was thick with the smell of sweat and tobacco.

The chief of staff stared at the holographic sand table, where the originally dense red dots began to thin out.

He wiped the sweat from his face, his voice hoarse, yet brimming with barely suppressed joy.

"Commander, the horde of zombies is showing signs of weakness! We've weathered the most intense wave!"

"The impact density ahead has decreased by one-third."

With the left and right flank defenses completely secured, Advisor Su and his team cleared out a large number of high-level mutants on the perimeter, significantly easing the pressure on the center.

Upon hearing this, the officers in the command vehicle relaxed their tense shoulders, and some slumped into their chairs.

The relentless, high-intensity command work took a toll on these people's energy.

Zhao Tiejun stood in front of the sand table, his bloodshot eyes fixed on the still-wriggling red dots.

"You're celebrating too soon."

He turned around and scanned everyone in the carriage.

"With a base of five million, even if we eliminate three million now, there are still two million left!"

Two million beasts with their mouths agape, ready to devour people!

He slammed his fist on the table, making a dull thud.

"Notify the second-line positions to send all the reserves up there."

Chief of Staff, stand at attention and raise your objection.

"Commander, if we send the reserves forward now, our third line of defense will be rendered useless should the battle situation change..."

"In this kind of battle, against mindless monsters, the most important thing is morale; there's no need to hold back!"

Zhao Tiejun looked directly into the chief of staff's eyes, his voice firm and resolute.

"I will end this war completely on this second line of defense."

"kill!"

The deafening roar drowned out the artillery fire.

One hundred thousand reserve troops crossed the trenches and entered the second line of defense.

The brand-new Crystal Energy Heavy Machine Gun has been installed.

The obstructive ammunition box was kicked aside, and the azure rays instantly intertwined into an impenetrable meat grinder.

The quick-setting cement wall had already had a layer of skin torn off by the zombies' claws.

At the base of the wall, the grayish-white corpses were piled up to a height of two meters.

"Change the barrel! Quickly, quickly!"

Wang Bin roared in a hoarse voice.

The new recruit beside him deftly removed the red-hot machine gun barrel and replaced it with a spare.

The water-cooling jacket hissed and crackled, and billowing steam covered people's faces.

Long Yiwan slammed heavily to the bottom of the trench, and the exoskeleton power unit issued an overload alarm.

He was panting heavily, with half of a mutated beast's intestines hanging from his mechanical arm.

"Is it not over yet...?"

He looked up at the sky obscured by smoke, his breathing heavy.

"Phew... I've never risked my life like this in my entire life."

Yes, I don't know what's wrong with me now, but I've started risking my life for the Great Xia.

And they've managed to survive in this hellish meat grinder until now.

The battlefield didn't give him much time to let his thoughts wander.

"Clang!"

Wang Bin kicked two crystal energy magazines, which landed near Long Yiwan's legs.

"Stop playing dead! Get up and load the magazine!"

Long Yiwan stopped complaining, grabbed the magazine, chambered it, and rolled over to hold the gun.

High in the sky.

With its arms outstretched, the Cheng Ying mecha, piloted by Su Ran, swept across the ground like a steel giant.

Hundreds of ordinary zombies were cut in half at the waist, their filthy blood shooting into the sky.

Not far away, Mo Yun clasped his hands together, veins bulging on his forehead.

His superpower was operating at overload, and the dark green poisonous fog crashed to the ground, turning the last high-density cluster into a churning pool of acidic sludge.

The white deer hovered in mid-air, its eyes flashing with blue light.

The mental energy transformed into invisible steel needles, precisely piercing the heads of every high-level individual attempting to break through.

The meat grinder was running at full speed under extremely high load.

Three hours.

Four hours.

Five hours.

Until 5 p.m.

The sun is westward.

The heavy artillery positions fired their final salvo.

Hundreds and thousands of high-explosive shells exploded on the scorched earth, the flames illuminating half the sky.

This intense five-hour battle has finally come to an end.