March 1, Year One of the Apocalypse, 8 p.m.
"Latest battle report: hordes numbering 140,000 to the north, 190,000 to the west, and 170,000 to the south of S City have entered our city limits and gone dormant. Starting tomorrow morning, they'll attack our base one after another."
Having slept all day, Zhang Qiang listened to his secretary's report, the exhaustion from three sleepless days swept away.
Superhumans' bodies also recovered far faster than those of ordinary people.
Zhang Qiang couldn't help asking in confusion, "What about Home No. 1 to the east?"
There had been a horde of a million there, making it the most crucial part of their entire defense. Although the situation had clearly improved before he went to sleep, with over 600,000 zombies eliminated, the remaining 400,000 almost matched the combined hordes from the other three directions.
Why hadn't his secretary reported on it?
Had something happened?
Seeing everyone in the command room looking as though they wanted to speak but were holding back, Zhang Qiang's gaze gradually turned serious. "Whatever's happened... report it directly."
The secretary exchanged glances with everyone in the operations room.
Suddenly, a young analyst slapped an inflated plastic bag.
Pop!
"Woohoo!"
"Commander Zhang, we have good news! The million-strong horde has been... completely wiped out by Home No. 1's troops!!! They got them all!"
A victorious atmosphere filled the entire command room.
They had seen it on the satellite map at noon today.
But Zhang Qiang had still been asleep in the adjoining break room then, so everyone had quietly exchanged a few words without celebrating wildly.
They had been waiting for Zhang Qiang to wake up so they could share the good news with him.
Still, they had held it in all afternoon.
Now, they wanted to let Zhang Qiang