"Not Wolf Fang?" Chu Han's pupils contracted as he immediately pressed, "Describe the situation in detail."
Gao Shaohui looked grave as he recounted everything clearly. "They're moving very fast. The formation is obviously orderly, organized, and sizable. At the front is a group in a charging formation to clear the way, followed closely by a Shooting Team. The guns in the shooters' hands are highly advanced, probably the most advanced weapons currently available to the authorities, specifically designed to deal with high-order zombies!"
"Only those two types of troops?" Chu Han's gaze flickered.
"Yes, only chargers and shooters." Gao Shaohui answered, giving Chu Han a meaningful glance. "There are around five hundred of them."
Chu Han looked back at the battle behind them. It had already entered its final phase. The mutant humans were falling one after another, and some Wolf Fang Team members had already begun cheering in celebration. Within a minute, the battle would be completely over.
"Are you sure they aren't Wolf Fang?" Chu Han turned back around, confirming the same question for the first time.
"I'm sure." Gao Shaohui knew exactly what Chu Han was worried about and answered firmly, "Although I haven't met every member of the Wolf Fang Regiment, I know their marching style and formation habits inside out. I can guarantee that the people coming aren't Wolf Fang, but another unknown force."
"Keep watching them. Tell me when they're within one kilometer, and count how many New Humans they have." Chu Han tightened his grip on the Black Axe, then turned without another word and headed into the battlefield behind him.
Chu Han raised the Black Axe in his hand. With a swish, it sent a mutant human's head flying, and his voice rang out with unquestionable authority. "Feather Slayer, finish off the