“Hold on! The day is about to break!”

“Fire! Shoot! Just keep your finger on the trigger!”

Under the giant wall, the bullet’s orange-yellow trajectories wove into a net and trapped the zombies outside of the wall.

After the NAC soldiers joined the fray, the net lasted for a few hours. In the past hours, the raging zombie flood stopped its ravage forward and Pingan Street escaped its inevitable doom.

However, the net that had last for a few hours was now at its breaking point. With the constant attack of zombies, it had finally began to break.

The armored force flanking from the side already exhausted all their ammunition and the energy in their fuel rods wer running out. It began to retreat to the military base.

Four transport helicopters acting as gunboats finally fired out the last ammunition in its cabin and began to return to AS Order far above the Bohai Bay.

Aurora-20S continuously provided fire coverage, but the limitations of the fighters meant that although the 20mm guns could wipe out everything in its path, they couldn’t fire forever. The interval between two subductions was often more than one minute apart, but only lasting for an instant. The interval between two air strikes was more than half-an-hour.

Even with Aurora-20s peerless cruising speed, resupply took time.

Looking at the line of defense that was constantly being squeezed under the giant wall, the NAC officer’s expression began to turn stern.

“Use the incendiary bombs, it will be too late if we don’t do it now.” Next to the officer, Song Chenyu, who had returned to the giant wall, reminded, “If the zombies on fire charged into the line of defense, the situation would be much worse.”

“I know.” The officer frowned, clenched his fist, and asked Song Chenyu, “How much of your fuel inventory is left?”

“Enough for two rounds.” Song Chenyu smiled bitterly. “You brought so many incendiary bombs, didn’t you think about bringing something like gasoline?”

“We didn’t bring gasoline, but we did bring a tactical nuke.” The officer shook his head.

Song Chenyu sighed.

A tactical nuke was very effective against personnel, but was counterproductive against zombies. Other than the first wave of the explosion clearing out the initial zombies, the remaining radiation would become the hotbed for zombies to continue to mutate. Radiation could not kill the living dead, since the X1 bacteria itself was a mutated variant…

In the increasingly tense situation under the giant wall, the soldiers were equipped with bayonet, ready to fight with the zombies in close range.

Finally, the officer made up his mind and roared into the intercom.

“ATTENTION Logistics team, get ready to dump the fuel!”

“Frontline, you must continue to hold your position! Throw the incendiary bombs in one minute!”

Buckets of fuel were poured onto the corpse slope outside the wall, and a mixture of jelly-like fuel, alcohol, and oil soaked down the gaps between corpses. The yellow oil turned the entire ramp into a viscous, amber-like landslide.

The zombies rushing to the edge of the wall fell on the landslide, and were trampled by the zombies behind them, sticking together by a silky thread.

The bloodthirsty pupils glared at them like demons that climbed out of the gate of hell. Their thin arms scratched around, as if they were tearing the people on the wall apart.

“Incendiary bomb! Fire!”

“Fire!”

The electromagnetic pulse cannons fired and sent the incendiary bombs into the air.

Followed by countless homing noises, the bombs smashed down from air and formed a series of orange fire flowers in the sea of zombies. The flames instantly engulfed the land covered in fuel and the light that shone off of the wall was as bright as day.

The zombies finally stopped in front of the raging fire.

When they felt the heat waves and smelled the stench blowing in their faces, the soldiers sighed with relief, unbuttoned their helmets, put their hot rifles to the side. They began resting against the wall while taking water or nutrient supply from the logistic soldiers.

Finally, they could get a break.

On top of the giant wall, the mood of the NAC officer was different than the soldiers who could gain a moment of rest.

They only had fuel for one more burn.

However, there were still more than four hours before daybreak.

When he examined the third line of defense, which he still didn’t know if it would be completed in time or not, and the burning fire, a deep frown hung on his face.

Unlike Wanghai that experienced several mutant floods, this place was surrounded by zombies. Mutants mostly circled around settlements and the zombies’ concentration was never high.

While mutants were more dangerous, they were not as laborious to fight off. In addition, the Sixth Street and Fishbone Base all built walls far superior to the temporary defense built here.

After all, a temporary wall meant that zombies could easily form a slope at the edge of the wall. The soldiers on the wall could only repetitively dump fuels to burn the zombies. But the boney zombies were much more difficult to ignite, combined by the fact that the NAC expeditionary force never brought that much fuel, the remaining fuel would not last much longer.

The most lethal fact was that the ashes had stacked up against the wall. Under the repeated trampling of the zombies, they became firm. It won’t be long before gasoline loses its effectiveness!

…

The square of Pingan Street was temporarily requisitioned by the NAC expeditionary force as the command post.

In the room located at the center of the command post, the holographic screen flickered with a faint blue light. The officer commanding on the wall was standing in the middle of the holographic screen and quickly reported to the NAC chief of staff, Han Junhua, on the battle’s status.

“…The second line of defense is about to be lost. The zombie corpses are increasing, and the there is only enough fuel left for one more burn. I suggest withdrawing to the third line of defense and then begin constructing a fourth line of defense…”

“The third line of defense has not yet been completed,” Han Junhua said calmly. “I need you to hold your ground for another hour.”

“An hour.” In the holographic screen, the officer turned pale

Han Junhua said in the same emotionless state as she looked at officer who did not respond.

“Can’t you do it?”

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead, and the officer hurriedly stood upright and shouted while he held his right fist in the front of his chest, “Swear to defend the line!”

He always held the deepest respect, or perhaps fear, for the ruthless chief of staff. Instead of being an enemy of hers, he would rather fight against the sea of zombies under the wall.

“Okay.” Han Junhua nodded. “Then go.”

“Roger!”

The holographic image flickered and the image of the officer disappeared; it was replaced by Zhang Zhuo in Line 27 still fighting against the CCCP.

The screen was dark, and from time to time, a few stray bullets flew by their cover. The situation did not look great.

Zhang Zhuo reported, quickly articulating.

“Those CCCP soldiers are like zombies, there are countless of them! Hell! I suspect—”

“Clones,” Han Junhua said.

“…I think so.” Zhang Zhuo gulped. “Are there any good ideas?”

Han Junhua fell silent.

Her finger tapped on the table, and after a long time, she said.

“There is one idea.”

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