The convoy arrived in Qingyang County Town.
Along the street, Xiao Fan and his group made their way to the former jewelry store with little obstruction.
However, this time, there were some scattered zombies on this street. Without the Lickers lurking around, some ordinary zombies had wandered over.
Xiao Fan even spotted the overturned Hummer, though it was unclear what the Hummer had come seeking.
The troop pushed forward and reached the broken bridge by the river.
"Arrrghh!!!"
The zombies on the opposite side of the river, spotting Xiao Fan and his team, excitedly gnashed their teeth and drooled, as if longing to immediately rush over and devour them.
"Everyone out of the vehicle and fortify our position."
Following Xiao Fan's order, the soldiers disembarked and began setting up defensive fortifications.
At this street intersection by the bridge, with a sizable area, the soldiers constructed multiple lines of defense.
Primarily composed of sandbags, they effectively impeded the zombies' advance while facilitating firing.
A large open space was left at the bridgehead, which would become the zombies' graveyard.
The setup proceeded in an orderly fashion; the zombies in two nearby buildings were swiftly cleared, and snipers occupied vantage points.
Over a dozen flamethrower soldiers prepared.
Over a dozen rocket launcher soldiers and anti-aircraft infantry prepared.
The medical team prepared.
"First squad, first and second platoons, prepare to engage the first wave!"
Sixty soldiers quickly took position, forming a semicircular enclosure around the bridgehead.
The engineers Ai Yin, Ma Dun, and others advanced to the bridgehead.
They opened their toolboxes, took out an assortment of tools, and busily got to work.
A few minutes later, a small room appeared.
This was a Red Alert black technology - a bridge repair hut.
The engineers entered the bridge repair hut and began operating, and a miraculous event occurred.
The previously destroyed and severed bridge began slowly repairing itself.
The steel and concrete gradually restored to their original state, and the bridge surface took shape.
Seeing the bridge's restoration, some zombies impatiently crowded at the bridgehead, ready to surge forth like a tidal wave once the bridge was complete.
Thousands upon thousands of zombies were packed on the opposite side, a black mass with no end in sight.
A gust of wind blew, carrying a nauseating stench of putrefaction.
The Red Alert soldiers stood motionless, utterly unfazed by the hellish scene before them.
Xiao Fan lit a cigarette, took out his assault pistol, and pulled back the bolt.
He relished the atmosphere of an impending massive battle and waited in anticipation.
The bridge was nearly complete!
Arrrghh!!!
Just as the bridge surface had only two meters left to connect, two agile zombies unexpectedly leaped across!
Bang!
A dull gunshot rang out as a sniper on the third floor opened fire.
One of the agile zombies instantly fell without a sound.
The second agile zombie charged forward, heading straight for the bridge repair hut where the engineers were stationed, already salivating to feast on them.
At that moment, Xiao Fan opened fire!
He unleashed a burst of rounds that sent the agile zombie staggering backwards!
Clang clang clang clang... Thud!
While firing, he adjusted his aim until one bullet finally struck the forehead, killing the agile zombie.
By then, the engineers had completed repairing the bridge and swiftly retreated.
As they withdrew, the Zombie Tide on the opposite side surged forth.
"Ai Yin, over here!"
These engineers were no feeble scholars; every Red Alert unit received basic military training. The few swiftly jumped behind the sandbags and into cover.
"Open fire!"
Following Xiao Fan's command, intense gunfire erupted!
The bridge was around fifteen to sixteen meters wide, and the front ranks of zombies charging across immediately met devastating fire.
The Red Alert soldiers didn't even need to aim; simply firing in that direction would ensure hits.
The Zombie Tide was so dense that many bullets pierced through multiple zombies.
Pff pff pff pff!!!
Black fountains of blood spurted into the air!
Zombies in the front were mowed down like blades of grass, while those behind immediately trampled over their fallen comrades and rolled forth.
Although zombies would devour their fallen brethren, the fresh, succulent meat across the bridge was far more enticing than these desiccated old jerky.
In such a situation, even if the zombies wanted to stop, it was impossible; the Zombie Tide behind would simply push the front ranks forward.
Not that the zombies had any intention of stopping.
If viewed from above, one would witness a spectacular scene.
The Red Alert soldiers fired relentlessly, countless bullets forming streaks of light shooting rapidly into the dense Zombie Tide.
Yet the zombie horde was endless; this narrow bridge was no obstacle. As the front ranks fell, those behind simply climbed over, stumbling and staggering forward.
The rate of fire couldn't stem the Zombie Tide's advance!
Until the heavy machine guns began roaring!
Two heavy machine guns opened fire first, their massive rounds propelled by immense force, forming a deadly stream of metal.
Each round could pierce through at least three or four zombies, shattering these walking corpses!
However, the heavy machine guns only delayed the inevitable, and their primary role was guarding the bridge. They couldn't handle the swarms of zombies spilling forth.
Soon, the Zombie Tide surged across the bridge and into the open plaza the Red Alert soldiers had prepared.
"Open fire! Unleash hell!"
Following the commander's order, all soldiers standing in position on both sides opened fire.
The frontal barrage transformed into an arcing ring of fire.
Without any mutant zombies, this would have been sufficient to contain the tide.
But the armored zombies appeared, the agile zombies rushed forth, inevitably affecting the soldiers' rate of fire.
The snipers on the rooftops also opened fire, but at this point, it was impossible to distinguish individual gunfire. The intense barrage sounded like a string of firecrackers, a continuous stream of noise, visible only as zombies being dismembered or decapitated.
Only a black torrent of blood began flowing forward like a river, quickly reaching the sandbags.
Two powerful armored zombies suddenly emerged!
They squeezed out from the side of the bridge and withstood several sniper rounds.
Their bodies riddled with bullet holes, they nevertheless pushed into the bridgehead plaza amid the Zombie Tide.
As they neared the second platoon's defensive position, they suddenly charged!
The soldiers fired desperately, using the sheer impact force to repel one, but the other charged straight up to the sandbags.
Arrrghh!!!
A massive claw swiped down, and one soldier was nearly doomed!
At the critical moment, he threw himself prone to the ground.
Whizz!!!
A soldier-fired missile streaked over from behind!
Kaboom!!!
The armored zombie's massive bulk was blown apart, showering the area in front of the sandbags with a rain of blood.
The soldier who had narrowly escaped death looked back and gave a thumbs-up, praising his comrade's timely support.
After the gesture, he immediately rejoined the battle.
Witnessing this scene, a gratified smile spread across Xiao Fan's face.
This was his troop - perfectly coordinated, unstoppable!
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
