Ten minutes passed, and the zombies had come within just eight kilometers of Luoyang.
The artillery fire continued, but just then, a sudden, violent roar came from behind me. I instinctively
looked back, and when I saw
the swarms of things flying toward us through the sky, my eyes narrowed.
"Are those... zombies that evolved the ability to fly?"
These zombies had all sorts of different appearances, but they had one thing in common: they could all fly.
I took a deep breath, waved to Lao Luo and his wife below to tell them to hide, then put on my rain hat and hunched over,
squatting on the tree trunk.
At the same time, the flying zombies overhead came rushing over with a thunderous roar. They swept past above us, heading straight for Luoyang.
Only then did I get a clear look at them. Every zombie was carrying a rock weighing at least twenty pounds. They quickly flew over
Luoyang and dropped their rocks.
From a height of a hundred meters, even an egg could crack someone's skull. And these zombies were flying even higher. Rocks weighing over twenty pounds
could dent a tank's armor when they hit the ground—not to mention what they could do to a person.
"Ugh!"
"Ah!!!"
"Rumble, rumble, rumble!"
The massive rocks came crashing down. Some people were lucky enough to escape being hit, but others had their arms and legs crushed, and screamed
in agony. Others... were even more unfortunate, struck right on the head. Their brains burst, and they lost their lives without even getting the chance to scream, collapsing
to the ground.
"Quick! Fight back! Fight back!! Get the wounded out of here! Machine gunners, take down those zom—ugh!"
"Fight back! Fight back!!"
"Rat-a-tat-tat!"
As one soldier heard the order, he glanced