The Allied Army in the southern Yin City battlefield had long since fallen apart. The casualty figures for each regiment were too devastating even to tally, though some units had escaped the zombies' encirclement. Fewer than five hundred people remained in total, and after fleeing the dangerous area, they gradually gathered together. They were also the last five hundred survivors on the entire southern battlefield.
Among them, the only general was Qi Kai.
The group dragged their exhausted bodies together. They were starving, bedraggled, and miserable. Looking at their last meager supplies, everyone sank into despair.
An Allied Army of over ten thousand had been wiped out in an instant. The four regiments had been utterly helpless when the zombie horde crashed into them. Their teamwork and combat strength had been so pathetic that it was downright shameful.
"General, what do we do now?" The people from the other three regiments gathered around Qi Kai, seeing him as the last officer they could rely on.
Qi Kai was still panicking. Seeing the mass of five hundred people before him, all looking like beggars, only made his emotions churn even more violently.
This defeat had been too direct, too crushing. It had nearly ground away the fighting spirit of everyone present. Forget the plan he and Wang Chen had devised to kill Chu Han—Qi Kai could barely protect himself now.
Unaware that Wang Chen had already died in Yin City, Qi Kai forced himself to calm down. At least he was still alive. At least five hundred members of the Allied Army on the southern battlefield had survived.
"We were defeated this thoroughly... what about the Shangjing Elder Council?" Someone began to worry.
After all, the southern battlefield had originally been assigned to fight the zombies as support for the entire