A vast valley lay wedged between two towering peaks. A continuous mountain range ran through it, forming a twisting canyon blanketed in dense, wildly overgrown vegetation, like a green dragon lying drunkenly at rest.
But before Meng Qiwei and the others, this long, winding valley presented a scene so horrifying it chilled them to the bone.
The former green, winding landscape had long vanished, replaced by a dense carpet of black.
It was an ocean of zombies!
Black blood, rotten flesh, severed heads, mangled limbs!
Countless zombie corpses blanketed the earth, packing the valley to the brim. In some places, they were piled so high they resembled small hills. Zombie heads blasted apart by gunfire littered the ground, their brains and black blood spilling everywhere and staining the grass black.
Vast stretches of land had also turned into mud from the massive amounts of black zombie blood.
As far as the eye could see, the scene stretched all the way into the depths of the valley. The entire canyon was filled with such terrifying sights.
Gulp!
Meng Qiwei swallowed hard, his eyes wide with shock. His lips trembled as he voiced what everyone was thinking. "Th-this is the zombie horde? This is Wolf Fang Regiment's battle? Th-this is simply..."
Simply unbelievable!
Everyone else in the cabins was equally stunned beyond words. They knew that battles against zombies were bloody and brutal, and they knew every battle fought by Wolf Fang Regiment was earth-shaking.
But all of that had only been passed around by word of mouth, described in vivid language. Yet now, in broad daylight, tens of thousands of zombie corpses had overturned everything they thought they knew, and the reality of it all struck them squarely in the face.
Only then did they truly understand what war was!
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