Chapter 149

Only standing zombies, no fallen zombies, and no retreating zombies can be seen. A zombie is washed down, and then countless legs trample on the body. The zombies on the ground are soon trampled into meat sauce. At this time, they simply can't tell what their own kind is and what fear is. There is only one word in their mind - food.

The food of zombies is naturally human. Zhang Pu doesn't know. The soldiers on the battlefield don't know information hormones, which can stimulate the nerves of zombies. Of course, it's unknown whether zombies have nerve stimulation.

"Detonate! Carry out the cage battle plan...!" Zhang Pu's hoarse voice echoed in the command post with a tremor.

As the order was conveyed, buildings on the edge of the city exploded, and buildings collapsed, blocking the road from the city to the suburbs. Cement fragments and bricks covered a large area of zombies, forming a building wall more than ten meters high.

But when the smoke and dust gradually dispersed, the ruins and walls were covered with zombies, which never stopped for a moment, like a group of machines that never fear death and never know fatigue.

Looking at the image sent back from the front-line UAV, Zhang Pu's face gradually turned white. He clenched his lips, straightened his body, put his hands behind his back, his nails had been hard trapped in the meat, his eyes wrapped in wrinkles were getting tighter and tighter, and fear and regret were flashing in the depths of his pupils.

As the supreme commander of the army, Zhang Pu has unparalleled insight into the progress and control of the battle, and is more clear about what the meaning shown in the picture means.

In order to succeed in the Nanyang campaign, there is the most important premise. Zombies on the whole battlefield must not rush out of the city at once. The rhythm of combating zombies must be within a controllable range. Zombies had better rush out of the city in batches, rather than want to rush out 60 or 70 million zombies at once, forming a sector as wide as ten miles.

Zhang Pu is well aware of the combat effectiveness of the 0468 division. If the combat effectiveness of the whole division can be restored to 80%, this intensity of combat may not be terrible. "20%!" a dizzy data is constantly knocking on Zhang Pu's soul.

The opposition of his officers is not unreasonable. Terrain, roads and the whole space may restrict the victory or defeat of the campaign.

If Lu Ziming were here, he would at least suggest that Zhang Pu set up countless obstacles in the front of the whole Hexi, cooperate with the army's mine array, block the rhythm of zombie attack layer by layer, and at least slow down the speed of zombies.

"Command "We've been controlling... But it's useless... They're still moving... They're out of control at all, they're too many... My God!... they've rushed to the North... Which bastard made this plan? Other... Troops can't stop them at all... It's a disaster, the end of the world... Command center,... Please Please stop the operation immediately... Order all troops to leave the battlefield immediately... Immediately... Quickly... It's too late. They are rushing towards the base... "

"I'll shoot you. Control the situation quickly. This is an order!..."

Zhang Pu's brain jumped wildly, his arms waved in the air and roared fiercely. He should have exerted too much force. The telephone in his hand had already become a pile of scrap iron.

Behind him, a group of onlooking officers in the command post, all with panic on their faces, looked grim, shocked, panic, fear and panic.

"Base", a fragile term, has hurt everyone's nerves. Most of the troops have been transferred to the East. The other three aspects have no power to stop the attack of zombies, "it's over...!"