His pupils contracted slightly in the sunlight, a golden halo flashed by, and then returned to their normal color.

His gaze passed over the black tide that was frantically surging at the front line and landed on the gray horizon in the distance... In the direction of the city wall, the barrier was still there, but the deep rumble was louder than before, as if something was constantly and tirelessly hitting a wall that was about to crumble.

It took him nearly three hours to walk from the zoo to the power plant in the northern suburbs.

It wasn't that the road was far, but that there were too many monsters along the way. He walked and fought monsters, stacking the bonus of the Killing Curse as he went, and before he knew it, he had slowed down.

But it's worth it.

The temporary bonus on the panel had jumped to 230%, with a permanent bonus of 3%. His power, boosted by the activation of the Golden Bloodline and the Killing Curse, had surpassed 700 points.

But this battlefield doesn't require 700 points of strength.

Looking at the monsters being torn apart by the barrage of fire at the front line, Su Mu knew in his heart that... here, no matter how strong one person was, they could not stop this tidal wave of attacks.

The monsters didn't come one by one, but in groups; they didn't come wave after wave, but in an endless, continuous stream.

The military's heavy firepower was the only thing that could stop them... The barrage of machine gun fire was like an invisible scythe, carving bloody grooves through the monster horde; grenades exploded in the densest areas of monsters, each explosion clearing a space, but that space would be filled with new monsters within seconds.

The survivors hid behind the soldiers, picking up the stragglers... Level 3, Level 4, and occasionally a Level 5 soldier would break through the barrage and rush forward, only to be hit by a dozen weapons at once before they could even get their footing, instantly killed.

Su Mu came down from the watchtower, passed through the temporary camp, and walked towards the east side of the defensive line.

......

now.

The area on the east side of the defensive line, near a cluster of abandoned college buildings, is the area under the most pressure on the entire front.

The monsters here are generally level six or above, and level seven is not uncommon. Occasionally, level eight elites are mixed in with the tide.

The military's heavy firepower was suppressed even more severely here... It wasn't that the firepower wasn't strong enough, but that the monsters were too high-level and their armor was too thick. It took several bullets from the machine gun to kill a level 7 monster, and in those few seconds, more than a dozen more rushed up from behind.

At the very front, twenty soldiers stood in a not-so-straight but extremely coordinated battle line.

Their equipment is different from that of other soldiers... Instead of standard camouflage uniforms and bulletproof vests, they wear combat uniforms that suit them. Some wear lightweight tactical jackets, some wear combat uniforms with added armor, and some wear tight-fitting clothes with almost no protection.

The weapons were a motley crew... rifles, pistols, daggers, battle axes, and even one man carrying a pair of short sticks. But their positioning, movement, and coordination left Zhou Zhenguo, a former soldier, speechless with astonishment.

They don't need to speak.

With just a glance, a gesture, or even a slight shift in his center of gravity, those around him know which direction he's going to move, which target he's going to attack, and what kind of support he needs.

Two people stood back to back to deal with three level-six mutated beasts, three people formed a triangular formation to kill a level-seven elite, and five people took turns, advancing and retreating in an orderly manner, like a precisely operating machine.

What's most shocking is that... these people don't have any system level.

Zhou Zhenguo scanned them with a detector, and found that each person's attributes were only slightly higher than those of an ordinary person, not even reaching the level of a first-level trial participant.

But they can face off against level six monsters head-on, dodge attacks from level seven monsters, and fight against mutated beasts that far exceed the limits of human bodies in close combat.

Zhou Zhenguo cursed inwardly. These are just ordinary people? No, they are ordinary people, but their combat skills, teamwork, and familiarity with the monsters' behavior patterns have transformed them from "ordinary people" into "supermen" in another sense.

"Brother Zhou, there's a gap on the left!" one of his men shouted.

Zhou Zhenguo snapped out of his thoughts and glanced at the battle line formed by the twenty soldiers... On their left edge, several level seven crawlers squeezed through the gaps in the fire net, bypassed the soldiers' defensive range, and rushed towards the area where the survivors were gathered.

The crawlers were incredibly fast, moving on all fours and darting through the ruins and vehicle wreckage, reaching within fifty meters of the survivors in the blink of an eye.

"Team One, follow me!" Zhou Zhenguo drew his pistol and charged out first.

Behind him, a dozen or so men followed, some with axes, some with shields, some with spears; their equipment varied, but their formation remained orderly. They intercepted the crawlers before they could reach the survivors.

Zhou Zhenguo did not rush to the front.

His command position was in the middle to the rear of the formation, allowing him to have a clear view of the entire battlefield situation.

"The one on the left, hold it with your shield! The one on the right, chop its hind legs with your axe! I'll take care of the one in the middle!"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word reached the team members' ears clearly. The shield bearer withstood the attack of the crawler on the left, his body staggered back two steps by the impact, but he regained his balance;

The axe-wielder slashed in from the side, striking the hind leg of the crawler on the right with an axe blow; the sound of bones shattering was clearly audible. Zhou Zhenguo gripped his gun with both hands, aimed at the head of the crawler in the middle, and pulled the trigger repeatedly. The bullets hit their targets precisely. The crawler's body froze in mid-air for a moment, then fell, crashed to the ground, twitched twice, and remained still.

A dozen or so people dealt with four level-seven crawlers in less than two minutes. Some were injured, some had their ribs hurt from the impact, but no one fell down.

Among the twenty soldiers, one of them turned around and glanced at Zhou Zhenguo.

He didn't speak, just nodded, and then turned back to continue fighting.

The movement was very light and subtle, as if he didn't want anyone to notice. But Zhou Zhenguo saw it, and he understood the meaning in that look... "You're very good."

Zhou Zhenguo had no time to be smug.

He waved for his men to retreat behind the defensive line, while he himself stood beside the twenty soldiers' battle line, observing the battlefield further away. His mind raced... Were these twenty men the military's trump card?

That doesn't seem like it. While they are strong, their fighting style is more like that of "elite soldiers" than "superpowered individuals." The military likely has more cards to play than just these.

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