Shen Jin had always found it hard to imagine the scene described by "Black clouds bore down on the city, threatening to crush it; armor gleamed toward the sun like golden scales."
He hadn't understood it, but it had sounded impressive!
Now, seeing a million-strong zombie horde bearing down on them, he couldn't help recalling that poem.
The first half of the line couldn't have been more fitting for this moment!
Besides, quoting that poem had another benefit: it set him apart from the five captains beside him shouting, "Holy shit, there's so fucking many!"
His sophistication instantly went up a notch.
The black-and-green zombie horde pressed toward them, carrying a rotten stench.
Every other sight between heaven and earth disappeared.
All that remained was the rapidly writhing zombie horde.
The two enormous breeder variants in its midst opened and closed like a mouth.
They roared and howled at the outsiders!
Previously, Shen Jin and the others had only slipped into zombie hordes to snatch easy gains. They had never experienced anything this directly.
Now that they had to face such a vast zombie horde head-on, they couldn't help feeling a little nervous.
Tong Zhen's face was a little pale. "Brother Jin... did I set up too little TNT?"
Wu Yong also said, "I feel like a little excess energy would be safer. What if we can't blast through them?"
Yang Ao was the calmest of them. "Relax. We've already made the best arrangements we could. The horde only looks huge, but... this entire mountainside is covered in our bombs. Stay steady. We can do this!"
Shen Jin looked at Yang Ao with relief. He was always reassuring, able to see the essence of things without being swayed by emotion.
Sometimes, Shen Jin felt that even he didn't have such