The commotion outside shattered the silence within the tent. Several generals cast suspicious looks at Duan Jiangwei, while Wen Qisheng's eyes flickered slightly.
Duan Jiangwei was somewhat confused. "Let him in."
A soldier who clearly looked travel-worn entered, his expression excited. His lips trembled for quite a while before he finally spoke. "General, the latest battle report from Nanshu Base!"
At the mention of Nanshu Base, everyone present caught their breath and turned their attention to the soldier. But soon, they all sighed softly. Had it collapsed so quickly?
Seven million zombies had flooded into Nanshu Base a day ago, and the latest battle report had arrived a day later. It clearly meant the battle had gone badly, or perhaps the southern border had already lost control entirely.
After breaking through Nanshu Base, where would that zombie horde go next?
Duan Jiangwei nodded, holding no hope at all. "Go ahead."
The others remained seated, waiting for the bad news they were about to hear.
Shangguan Rong even closed his eyes, unable to bear imagining what kind of horrific scene Nanshu Base must be at this moment.
The pilot from Duan Family Base swallowed hard and spoke nervously. "Seven million zombies flooded into Nanshu Base. The Wolf Fang Regiment's ninety thousand troops slaughtered them for an entire day and night. Wolf Fang suffered roughly several hundred casualties. An estimated half of the seven million zombies remain. Right now, all of Nanshu Base is covered in zombie corpses. The battlefield is too horrific to look at..."
As the reporter continued, his words became more and more incoherent. By the end, even he no longer knew what he was saying. He described how chaotic and devastated Nanshu Base was, but could not think of any words to describe the Wolf Fang Regiment's sheer