On the fighter jet, Lin An stared firmly at the huge mountain of corpses in the distance.
A corner of the tower hidden under the mountain of corpses has been revealed.
Dense patterns can be faintly seen on the black rock exterior wall.
Looks a little familiar?
In the cockpit of the fighter plane, Zhang Tie's heart could not stop beating wildly.
Viewed from a high altitude, the surging tide of corpses is constantly tearing apart human defense lines.
With an absolute disadvantage, humans have almost no chance of stopping it.
The only heavy weapons unit that had any hope of resisting the zombie tide was called by Lin An to bombard the mountain of corpses.
It can be said that the defeat has been decided.
In two hours at most, the human front will completely collapse.
Even from high in the sky, Xiong Hanzi saw a large group of corpses breaking through the human defense line and then surrounding them from behind.
It's like something is directing me.
The irrational zombies cooperated extremely well.
"call out!"
"call out!"
A sharp sound breaking through the air.
Whistling shells pierced the sky and hit the sparse corner of the mountain of corpses.
Under the order of all-out bombing, all ammunition reserves of all parties were mobilized and hit.
More than a hundred gunfires per second sounded like thunderstorms on the ground.
The mountain of corpses bombarded by artillery units continued to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The air wave generated by the explosion blew the torn corpse into the air, and the gunfire collided with flesh and blood.
It seemed like it was raining meat from the sky.
Humans on the battlefield were swallowed up by the tide of corpses, and zombies in the corpse mountain were bombarded and baptized.
This situation is like being in a doomsday battlefield.
Gao Tian couldn't bear to look at the position.
This was probably the most tragic scene they had ever seen.
"Captain Lin, have we really abandoned everyone?"
Not far away from Lin An and others, a low-flying transport plane turned on its spraying device.
Planes spraying blood bait are already in place.
Lines of red blood were pulled out one after another, just like the elongated thin red lines on a dim oil painting.
Twenty streaks of red blood spurted out from mid-air, connecting the mountain of corpses to 30 million humans.
Oil tankers on the position sprayed at the same time.
The strong smell of blood filled the entire battlefield.
Black, red, and explosive orange add a bit of cruelty to this doomsday picture.
[The author has something to say]
Thanks to I am a fat tiger, tigers and tigers are powerful, for reminding me to reward more, and thanks to the FT Alliance for the inspiration capsule reward.

Chapter completed!