After passing through the Shooting Team, both men quickly frowned. Before them lay a force of seven or eight hundred people, packed tightly together and sleeping soundly. Many had even piled on top of one another because there was not enough room.
At the same time, the rotting stench that had faded while they passed through the Shooting Team's area grew dense again here, so pungent that it was hard to breathe.
"This is the Third Combat Team, right?" Luo Ming had already guessed the identity of the group before him.
After looking around, Duan Jiangwei nodded. "This is the foremost position among the tens of thousands of people. It should be exclusive to the Third Combat Team, and the numbers are close enough, but I estimate they lost around a hundred people..."
Luo Ming fell silent for several seconds before asking, "What was the Third Combat Team responsible for in this battle?"
Duan Jiangwei thought for a moment before answering, "I don't know the specific strategy for this campaign, but judging from the battle reports Lu Chuxue delivered every day, the Third Combat Team should have been responsible for all high-level zombies above rank seven."
"Above rank seven?" Luo Ming was utterly stunned.
Duan Jiangwei nodded, then pointed at the outer high walls of Nanshu Base. "The gigantic zombies we saw on the walls when we circled around were all high-level zombies above rank seven. That includes the ones below the walls as well—the ones that fell down because there wasn't enough space for the corpses and piled up into small mountains."
Recalling the number of zombies they had seen while making that circuit, Luo Ming's face was filled with shock. "How many high-level zombies was that? The Third Combat Team doesn't even have a thousand people in total,