At the Wolf Fang Regiment headquarters on the battlefield in the wilderness outside Anluo City, it had already been five days since Chu Han left. The mutants still had not appeared, while waves upon waves of zombies continued to attack, seemingly endless and impossible to kill off.
But unlike before, no matter how many zombies came, there were no more situations where they were caught off guard or passively surrounded. Not once did the battle take place at headquarters; every battlefield was one of the combat strongholds listed in Chu Han's plan.
For five whole days, He Feng had acted according to the plan Chu Han left behind. There were no shortage of outrageously bold strategies among them, yet what was strangest was that every time, the Wolf Fang Regiment members brushed past death in the most perilous circumstances.
As though he had foreseen everything, every stronghold in Chu Han's plan had precisely accounted for the corresponding number of zombies. Every training plan stayed just one step ahead of the zombies' movements, allowing the Wolf Fang Regiment members to experience the edge between life and death while keeping casualties to a minimum.
He Feng sat in the tent, staring blankly at the plan before him. Once or twice could be considered a coincidence, but for it to happen repeatedly, every single time—it absolutely could not be a coincidence!
The most dangerous and suspicious incident was when three thousand Wolf Fang Regiment recruits were collectively trapped along a riverbank. Before them was a deliberately destroyed bridge, while behind them surged an overwhelming horde of zombies, too numerous to count.
Their training assignment that time was to hold off the zombie horde for five hours, then rebuild the bridge!
That training was by far the most difficult of the past five days.