The smell of blood lingers between the low sky and the earth.

Low roars and muddy footsteps came from all directions. Thousands of voices gathered together and became a sound that was as ubiquitous as the ocean tide.

What permeated the sky before the storm was an atmosphere of decay, an atmosphere inseparable from death, reminiscent of a sea of ​​corpses.

——Zombie Rising.

Looking around, the human base is surrounded by a wave of purple-black zombies, like an isolated island about to be swallowed up by the waves when a storm comes.

The troops were arrayed, with helicopters hanging in the air, tanks in front, and infantry behind. There was deathly silence in front of the fortress, and it was difficult to hear even the sound of breathing.

In this deathly silence—a frustrated sound of self-destruction suddenly sounded.

"It's over."

After the words fell, there was silence again.

Five seconds later, the same voice sounded: "Cool."

After a few more seconds: "Explained."

"We're going to stay here."

The person who is mumbling to himself is a fat man with a shiny head. He is standing on the top platform of a tank, holding a telescope and looking forward. At this moment, everything is dark and dull, the sky is deep purple, and the earth is dark.

, the torches and lights were shrouded in gray mist, and he stood at the front of the military formation, his bare head seemed to be the only source of light.

One person shrank closer to him.

"Team...Captain." The man asked tremblingly, "Didn't you say that you are the best at fighting zombie dungeons?"

Another person also said: "Didn't you say that cutting off a zombie's head is like cutting a watermelon?"

"——It's still a big crispy watermelon."

The bald captain's voice also trembled.

"You... look at it - can this be called a zombie?" He stretched out his hand and pointed tremblingly forward, "This is a fucking natural disaster of the undead!"

Ahead, under the low hanging clouds, black birds were circling in groups. The pus fell down with broken feathers, and was blown to the top of the base by the wind. Looking up, a group of purple-black corpses were slowly marching in front of the overwhelming ground.

They were all jagged, and the skin and flesh were rotten and deteriorated. You could see clearly under the telescope, the turbid flocculent tissue was close to the gray bones, and the half-dried internal organs were hanging under the exposed ribs. This is a common scene in zombie copies, but

, they sometimes do not completely assume the form of dead corpses, but undergo various strange changes. Some give birth to beast limbs, some evolve organs that do not exist in the original biological world, and some have rotten skin and flesh.

, the bones are shining with cold light, and there are some——

Almost everyone turned their attention to the center of the zombie wave, where there was a group of huge, slow-moving monsters, which had mutated from unknown animals, or were fused with countless ugly species - it was almost as big as the entire human fortress, like

A mountain range walks on the earth. Every step causes the ground to tremble slightly. This tremor is transmitted through the earth, ripples slowly passing through the entire human base.

The human military named it "Black Satan". They bombed Black Satan with thermonuclear weapons half a year ago. After a brief death, its scattered parts were put back together again, and it evolved to dominate all other zombie creatures.

Ability - The zombie animals that were originally a pile of scattered sand have a leader and form a strict and orderly army. What follows is endless infections, massacres and wars. The front line of the human camp retreats again and again. Until now, there is only

An isolated island floats on this plain.

Black Satan is indeed the military's number one concern, but that's not the only thing they care about.

"Have you seen the A1407 individual?" the bald captain said.

The teammate on his right who was operating the telescope said: "Not yet, we are looking for it."

Another teammate controlled the display screen remotely and switched between several frames of images. Some of these images were ordinary-looking landscape photos, while others were close-ups of zombie monsters. The image stopped at a partial close-up of Black Satan, which was different from the normal image.

The difference is that on its shoulders, which are as undulating as mountains, stands a vague shadow, which seems to be a human figure.

This is one of the abnormal images discovered by reconnaissance planes in recent months. After comparison, this vague human figure has appeared several times very close to Black Satan. It has also appeared like a ghost in the hinterland of the Zombie Kingdom many times, and its movement range is extremely large.

It is large, its movement trajectory does not match the characteristics of ordinary zombie humans, and it shows signs of being able to manipulate other individuals. Human scientists have given it the number "a1407" and suspect it to be the second highly intelligent individual to appear after Black Satan.

Before the big monster can be killed, a new suspected leader has evolved, making things worse.

"This is too difficult." His teammates' eyes were distracted: "But, didn't we plan very well?"

"Who says it's not the case? We also invited foreign aid." The bald captain's voice was also slightly erratic: "As agreed, the troops will be divided into two groups. Yu Shen and we will hold off the zombies. Xia Sen will help the base develop a vaccine and win the battle.

Defend the battle, complete the mission perfectly, and return to the paradise to get the reward - isn't this great?"

"Who knew that Yu Shen would kneel down right at the beginning."

"The ashes have been blown away by zombies, haha."

"Is this a sky-high price package for foreign aid? Haha, I can't live anymore."

"Now that the zombies have evolved, the base's vaccine direction has also been announced in the wrong direction."

"Our little Xia Sen was captured by flying zombies with a virus sample."

"It's a good fight, Captain."

"It's over, Captain."

"Yes, Captain."

"What should we do, Captain?"

"Shut up!" The captain's facial muscles trembled slightly: "When I hear the word Yu now, I get excited. Damn it, I have never seen such an unreliable thing——"

At this moment, a long and sharp cry sounded, the alarm roared, and a military helicopter at the front of the military formation dived too far. The propeller collided with a zombie bird, and the carrion was chopped into pieces like sawdust, implicating

Purple-black slime was thrown to the ground below. At the same time, a violent creaking sound was heard, the propeller blades were broken, and the helicopter shook in mid-air, suddenly igniting a ball of thick smoke and fire, rolling and drawing a black line.

The smoke-filled parabola plummeted downwards.

"boom--"

The first blast of artillery lit up the dark sky. Like a signal, the next second, the sound of gunfire rang out loudly, almost shattering people's eardrums - and the smell of gunpowder smoke almost hurt the nasal cavity.

The bald captain roared angrily and picked up the giant mortar beside him - but this thing was too heavy, even his unusually burly physique could not withstand it. The roar turned into a "fuck" midway, and with a clang, the heavy mortar fell.

Returning to the original take-off and landing bracket, he checked the loading box, pulled down the sight and looked ahead, as if nothing had happened just now.

"How to fight?" It seemed that the situation was urgent. His teammates did not laugh at him, but asked anxiously.

"Although I don't know how to fight," the captain said, "according to my experience in fighting zombies, this large seemingly indestructible monster must have fatal weak spots. Remember my seven-character mantra, blind cats touch

It's a dead rat. As long as we have enough firepower, no zombie can hold it back."

Unfortunately, no one listened to his nonsense. One of the teammates who was responsible for communicating with the United Front even burped nervously. The burp turned into a strange inhaling cry due to excessive nervousness, which aroused inquiries from the other side.

"What are you afraid of?" The captain returned to the cabin and shouted: "At worst, we have to wait for the lunch box! This is not the Gate of Eternal Night!"

The tail sound disappeared in the deafening sound of artillery fire, but these words did seem to calm the emotions of those present. Teammates in all positions began to operate normally. The tank skylight was closed, and they followed the command of the commander and charged at the front, towards the vast ocean.

The zombies are swarming away. Thermonuclear weapons are no longer dared to be used, and long-range missiles have been used to their full potential. Under such a siege, frontal confrontation has become the only method.

Thick smoke was billowing, the tracks of the tank were firmly gripping the ground and rolling forward, and screams were heard from time to time. They were ordinary zombies being crushed. It was extremely dangerous to go deep into the zombie swarm, but they had no other choice.

"Always be on guard against A1407," the captain said to the crew in the cabin. "Black Satan can't escape. I have a bad feeling when I think that such a thing has not appeared yet."

"Copy that." The teammate in charge said to the several screens in front of him.

The cabin trembled slightly, and zombies or flying corpses kept hitting the shell of the tank. A dull thumping sound came faintly, like a gloomy drumbeat.

"Watch the right side!"

In the gray-white smoke with extremely low visibility, a zombie behemoth at least five meters high slammed into the side of the tank. The steel plate creaked. If this was a light tank, it would probably be overturned at once. But theirs

The movement was not slow either. The armor-piercing bullet penetrated the neck of the giant beast at the moment it stepped back and gathered strength. The thing was carried by inertia and staggered back a few steps before being stopped by intensive artillery fire.

"It's a bit overwhelming," someone said, "but it's better than expected. There are so many of them, I thought we had to kneel down at the beginning. Captain, what do you think?"

He turned around and saw the captain staring at the exterior screen, muttering: "No, something is wrong."

"That's wrong." Another teammate who was also looking at the screen said.

"That's not right." Another voice sounded.

"Are you repeaters?" The captain had already had enough patience with them.

"It's indeed wrong," finally a different voice came from the team, "Some zombies have no offensive behavior, so we don't feel particularly great pressure."

"The one at ten o'clock seems to have crashed. There are also two at one o'clock."

"Maybe he's a bastard."

"Are they here to kill someone?"

"good."

"Stop playing games, you guys."

Following the instructions, there were indeed two pale corpses at one o'clock with their heads lowered and their hands at their sides. They walked wherever the zombies moved, but made no other movements. The three in front

A hundred meters away, a light tank was crashed, and the remains of human hands flew out from the explosion. Dozens of zombies used their hands and feet to rush over like spiders to grab food, but the two of them very close remained motionless.

Looking at the battlefield, there are not a few such zombies.

The captain's brows gradually furrowed, his voice became much darker, and he quickly said: "Open the skylight, I'll go out and take a look."

As if what he saw with the naked eye would be clearer than what was displayed on the electronic screen, he leaned half of his body out of the top of the tank, set up a telescope to observe the surrounding scene, his face gradually turned pale, and he repeated in a low voice: "No, no..."

"What's wrong?"
To be continued...