"The Third Combat Team only has nine hundred people. One million zombies means each of them has to fight over a thousand zombies at once!" Jiang Tianqing's eyes filled with horror. "Fighting a thousand opponents with strength equal to your own is completely impossible! Not even the Third Combat Team can do it!"
Everyone in the command room immediately realized that while He Shang's secret weapon had indeed turned the tide in an instant, one million zombies at rank seven and above still exceeded everyone's expectations.
This included He Feng. "The zombie ranks in this zombie horde are actually this high. It seems the half we killed earlier were merely cannon fodder sent ahead to test us."
At that moment, the Third Combat Team's battle atop the ring of high walls around the base had not improved in the slightest. Instead, it had reached the brink of collapse.
They were about to lose the line!
Even the Feather Slayer Squad, the team most skilled at attacking, had begun shifting into a defensive strategy.
Only the zombie horde atop the outermost ring of walls still moved at a high frequency. In addition, large numbers of high-rank zombies clung to the outer walls, unable to squeeze into the base. If not for that, those one million high-rank zombies alone would have been enough to overturn the advantage the Wolf Fang Regiment had fought so hard to reclaim.
What now?
Everyone was frantic, yet none could come up with a solution.
Chu Han also stared at the tops of the high walls with a deep frown. He saw that many Third Combat Team members had suffered serious injuries, and some had even died. This was the worst situation that had ever occurred in the Wolf Fang Regiment's battles against zombies.
"I—I mean!" Gao