A few kilometers away, the people on the way to evacuate could still clearly see the explosion cloud surging behind them, and after bursts of dazzling bright light, the black and red earth completely cracked, flying into the air and rolling with the smoke and dust. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Heat waves and strong winds blew, and the sea of people surging on the provincial roads gradually froze. They knew they didn't have to run anymore.

The formation of fighter jets flying from outside the city roared overhead, piercing the sky like rolling thunder, leaving scratches in the gray sky, and then a white trajectory that seemed to be slow but was actually unimaginably fast appeared, and the missiles let out a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, crashing into the mutant who spread its flesh wings and glided through the air.

Several flames exploded in the air, emitting a glare that scorched the mutants' flesh wings, and the splitting shrapnel sliced the surrounding mutants into minced flesh.

The batwing mutants that followed behind were like swarms of flies on their droppings, scattering and fleeing in all directions. The fighter then stretched and continued the pursuit.

Compared to the active fighter jets flown by Air Force pilots, the mutants move clumsily like fledglings that have just learned to fly, and they can't escape a few steps before they are torn apart by a swooping eagle hunting.

After killing all the prey in the air, the fighter formation did not immediately retreat, but lowered its altitude and continued to fly, at this time they had already flown above the tide of corpses.

Suddenly, the fighter formation rose sharply, not because the pilot carried out a lifting operation, but because of the loss of nearly a ton of load -- the bombs mounted on the wings of the fighters fell silently and began to make a free fall movement; unlike the previous screaming and piercing missiles, these heavy aerial bombs did not make much sound when they fell to the ground at high speed, and this was a cluster bomb, that is, a submunition that made all the army tremble and talk about it, and the international convention prohibits the development, production, and use of submunitions.

The number of sub-bombs of a cluster bomb ranges from a few to several hundred. However, after the many submunitions of cluster bombs are scattered around, 10 to 30 percent of the submunitions do not explode immediately, but only explode when they are touched, and their lethality is comparable to that of anti-infantry mines.

This leaves the use of cluster bombs with serious consequences: they pose a great threat to those in the bombardment area for years after they explode. No one would have believed that the Chinese People's Republic's military would drop cluster bombs on its own soil unless they saw it with their own eyes.

Before it touched the ground, the bombs disintegrated in the air, shattering into dense and countless bullets, and landed in an instant, as if an active volcano group had erupted, rising a magnificent cloud of fire, and then a rain of flames fell and burned the corpses.

Seven helicopters lowered their noses and flew to the end of the evacuation procession, the roar of their propellers spinning at high speed far less than the fire of the guns of the loaders under the wings.

The dense lines of fire of "Whoosh Whoosh" crossed into a firepower net, shattering the mutants and zombies that came out of the sea of fire.

In the face of the well-equipped and logistically complete modern army, the tide of corpses that the anti-corpse coalition forces could only intercept at a heavy price was wiped out in the blink of an eye, and all of them were wiped out, and the ground units did not even have time to participate in the battle, and the battle was already over.

"Dear Yuanjiang compatriots, we are the transport regiment of the 161st Division of the Second Army, and we are ordered to escort you safely evacuated."

Groups of towering armored vehicles, personnel carriers, and large trucks drove over, and the loudspeakers sounded non-standard Mandarin with a slight Jiangbei accent, making people feel more cordial.

"Compatriots, we're here to take you home, you're safe!"

For the poor people who have been trapped in the dome for more than 200 days and nights, the most urgent desire in their hearts is the warmth and safety of home. The head of the transport regiment felt so emotionally in his heart.

But the frozen crowd did not boil, as if the brilliant sea of fire burning there did not come with any temperature, and it was still cold and silent, like an Arctic glacier.

All the officers and men of the transport regiment stared blankly at this group of yellow-skinned, unclothed people who had just escaped from hell. They resemble lifelike and fearsome sculptures, standing still in place, silently watching behind them, without the slightest sound of cheering.

The thousands of people collectively remained silent, maintaining the same solemn expression, as if attending the funeral of a great man.

This strange scene in front of him made the commander of the transport group can't help but shiver, as if he sensed the terrible cold brought back by these people from hell in the depths of his soul, and forgot what he should do, and he couldn't remember what to do.

A minute passed, five minutes passed, ten minutes passed, and except for the occasional wind blowing dust and flesh on the ground, everything remained the same in this piece of scorched yellow earth.

The head of the transport group gradually lost his patience, after all, this is not a good place to stay, not to mention the pungent and unimaginably strong smell of gunpowder smoke and the scorching smell of roasted meat fat, who knows if there will be zombies or other messy things nearby? The soldiers of their 161st Division are not afraid of fighting, but they also do not appreciate unnecessary sacrifices, and it is time to evacuate to a safe area with these surviving people in Yuanjiang.

The head of the transport group was about to give the order to organize an evacuation, but he heard a sound in the silent sea of people, and the stone statues turned back into people.

"Look!"

"Look over there!"

Similar waves of words spread in the sea of people, and when they hit the edge, they bounced back, and everyone in them repeated the words, even if they heard it many times, even if everyone else heard it many times, they still repeated it with pleasure, as if this simple word had some kind of magic.

The officers and men of the transport regiment raised their heads and looked in the direction where the crowd was staring. There, a black line appeared on the horizon, and then the black line fluctuated and spread out, looking like another team.

"Binoculars!" The commander of the transport regiment nervously said to the orderlies that he understood the situation, there was a wall in that direction, and hundreds of thousands of zombies had gathered outside. Who knows if that round of combined naval and air bombing can completely wipe out hundreds of thousands of zombies? What if it's a tide of corpses approaching in this direction? If the transport group fails to evacuate in time with the people, disappears from the dome, and the People's Protection Army enters the city and leaves the people mutilated by monsters, the impact is too bad, who can afford to take this responsibility?

As soon as he snatched the binoculars handed by the orderlies and held them up in front of him, the commander of the transport regiment was suddenly stunned, he saw an army.

What kind of army is that? The inspector of the transport regiment, who had been in the army for many years and had never been on the battlefield in person, could not imagine or describe how shocked he was by the team he saw.

Hundreds of men dressed in black walked at the forefront, marching in silence, not deliberately adjusted, but with a uniform pace, as if hundreds of people had become a union of the same breath and fate. They could not see the heaviness and solemnity on their faces, nor could they see the luck and joy of narrowly revitalizing after the war. If you have to explain the expressions on their faces, then it is probably a kind of indifference and relief that outsiders cannot understand.

Thousands of soldiers dressed in the uniforms of the People's Protection Army walked like a guard of honor, following the hundreds of men dressed in black, although the uniforms were full of blood, but there were not many wrinkles to be seen, and they were cared for by their masters in these difficult years.

Behind them, there were people wearing leather mattresses, down jackets, sweatshirts, men and women, the older ones with gray temples, and the younger ones looked to be fourteen or fifteen years old. They looked like civilians, but they were all carrying guns, and the aura of murder that emanated between the actions was eye-catching.

Behind them, blood-stained red flags fluttered.

When he saw such a team marching towards him, the commander of the transport group clenched the telescope in his hand, and his mouth and nose were so wide that he couldn't remember to breathe.