"Listen." He Feng's voice came through the radio with overwhelming authority as he abruptly issued an order in the manner of the highest commander. "Get that helicopter loaded with explosives ready. Prepare all the explosives."
Meng Qiwei and the others were all startled, then unconsciously looked down at the battlefield below. At this moment, the horde of zombies was pressing toward the deepest part of the valley in massive numbers. Countless zombies poured in, packed densely together, clogging the originally spacious valley until it was unbearably crowded. They looked like a sudden black flood, as if they would swallow every human in the valley.
The temporary battlefield Wolf Fang Regiment had set up was already buckling under the pressure. Mountain rocks and zombie corpses had been arranged into several winding channels in an attempt to divert the zombie horde, using tactics Chu Han had employed during the Battle of the Dead City. But with the zombies now holding an overwhelming numerical advantage, those tactics had little effect.
Obstacles in many places had been smashed apart by the zombie tide, toppling across the road and being trampled beneath the feet of endlessly surging zombies. Over time, they were flattened into open ground again—ground that was even slightly higher than where Wolf Fang Regiment stood.
With that, their height advantage was completely gone!
Wolf Fang Regiment was fighting desperately in such harsh conditions. During the two days and two nights of battle in the valley, three hundred soldiers had died. Then, surrounded by an immense number of zombies, they had no choice but to retreat deeper into the valley. After one night, Wolf Fang Regiment had lost another two hundred men.
The situation was critical, with no time to spare. One mistake could mean total annihilation. The only solution was to stop