When the colonel rushed out of the examination room, the scene outside had already spiraled completely out of control. With the help of the relatives of those who had returned from the dead, most of them broke through the soldiers' blockade. Every relative was highly emotional, and quite a few were high-ranking officials or nobles. The soldiers wanted to stop them, but on one hand, they did not dare use force; on the other, they did not dare offend people of far higher political standing. As a result, the soldiers showed up but made no real effort.
After all, these soldiers were merely the planet's defense force. Put nicely, they were local troops who rarely participated in interstellar wars. Put bluntly, they were worlds apart from interstellar soldiers—at best, they were local armed forces, in other words, militia!
That was right. Soldiers who had never been tempered by interstellar war were no different from militia, no matter how capable they were, if they lacked sufficient experience and perspective. They did not know how terrifying the Zerg were. Though Tanzania's fate in the nearby star system frightened them, without being in the midst of danger themselves, they could never understand the horror of over a hundred billion lives staining an entire planet red. Thus, deep down, they accepted the revived humans as fellow countrymen rather than suspecting them of being Zerg spies.
And that belief was undoubtedly fatal!
That was right—Overseers. All five thousand survivors were Overseers. Why had the fleet detected no signs of life when it arrived at Tanzania's seven colonies? The answer was simple. During their transformation, if larvae sensed danger, they would fossilize themselves. In other words, even if one found a larva in the midst of transforming, all one would discover was a hard, lifeless stone.