The tragic situation in the eastern town was far beyond expectations.

More than 700,000 warriors were invested before and after, and the entire battlefield was more than 100 kilometers longitudinal and horizontal, and almost every inch of land was torn apart by humans and mutant beasts. The tremendous force caused damage to the jungle and destroyed countless trees.

Fortunately, the huge beast tide only appeared thirty kilometers in front of the eastern town and was stopped.

But it was far from over, and millions of poisonous corpses swept in.

The collision occurred again, and unlike facing the mutant beast, the battle with the poisonous corpse was not even allowed to be injured. This means that the casualties will be multiplied by the previous exponential increase.

In the battle with the beast tide alone, thousands of warriors fell under the claws of the mutant beasts.

If the number of deaths increases further, the death toll will be measured in tens of thousands.

In order to reduce casualties, the Burial Ground had to go out again with warplanes and airships to bomb the corpse tide on a larger scale. The weapons used are all high-explosive bombs and incendiary bombs, which at least have a strong lethality against ordinary poisonous corpses that do not exceed level 50, which can reduce some pressure.

But the sortie of air combat is also a heavy loss, and the overlord of the air is not them, but the flying beast.

Using the strategy of containment, the corpse tide that lost the high-level poisonous corpse as an offensive was blocked twenty kilometers away from the eastern town, unable to move forward. It's just that the offensive of poisonous corpses, wave after wave, millions of corpses, how can it be so easy to stop?

The next day, the autumn harvest came to an end, and every famous warrior breathed a sigh of relief.

The task of blocking is almost complete.

In the face of this tide of corpses. It's definitely scary, every moment there will be a warrior who dies because of this, who dares to say that the next one will not be himself?

On the road, vehicles quickly transported rice and valuable things from the eastern town to the burial grounds.

The real battlefield will be placed in the place where bones are buried.

……

Zhou Zheng leaned against the trunk of a tree and took a sip of water.

Not far away, there is a mountain of poisonous corpses, which is Zhou Zheng's masterpiece in a day.

In the area next to it, there are also hundreds of warriors blocking this area. Tearing and killing with poisonous corpses. Although the high-level poisonous corpse was contained. It can't exert its due combat effectiveness, but the number of elite poisonous corpses and ordinary poisonous corpses is still amazing.

Under their impact, a front made up of warriors. Several times it was breached.

A large number of casualties. Let the morale of the warriors be low.

Especially some of the wounded warriors. His face was pale, and he looked gloomy and stayed aside, as if he was not interested in the outside world. Lost interest. After being scratched by a poisonous corpse, the virus will turn them into one of the poisonous corpses after six hours.

This kind of injury, in their opinion, is more terrible than death.

At the end of the day, more than 30,000 people were killed and more than 100,000 were injured.

On the battlefield, everyone is at risk.

"Ah......h

With a scream, a young warrior was scratched by an elite poisonous corpse, and sharp nails cut through the flesh on his arm, revealing deep bones. The muscular strength that the warrior was proud of, in front of the elite poisonous corpse of this level, was like paper paste, and it was cut apart lightly.

"Poof!"

Beside.

A warrior chopped off the head of the elite poisonous corpse, and the hideous head rolled to the ground.

"Zheng Xiaohai ......" solved this elite poisonous corpse, and the warrior knelt down in front of Zheng Xiaohai, pressed the wound on his arm, took out a sand cloth, applied the ointment, and then bandaged it.

Zheng Xiaohai's face was pale, and he shook his head with a miserable smile: "Brother Huzi, it's useless, it's useless." ”

"No, no, you're just a little hurt."

It's just this sentence, even he doesn't believe it, in this new world, as long as you are injured by a poisonous corpse, you will definitely die, this is an iron rule, no one can change it. It has been several years since the New World, but there is no vaccine for the virus.

"Hehe, Brother Huzi, you don't have to comfort me, I know what the result will be." Zheng Xiaohai's face was gloomy, he trembled, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out of it, lit it a few times before lighting it, and then shrunk down and smoked.

Now the only thing he can do is wait for the countdown to his life.

"Brother Huzi, when I have a seizure in a while, give me a good time, I don't want to become these monsters."

Brother Huzi couldn't cry for a long time, although in this new world, it is most normal for people to die, but it is still unacceptable to him. Over the years, the companions around him have always changed batch after batch, some of them died at the hands of mutant beasts, and some died at the hands of poisonous corpses.

No one dares to guarantee that the person who accompanies him will be there in the next moment.

This...... It's the cruelty in the last days, you may not feel it, but it's always there.

Zhou Zheng drank water silently, like this scene, he had seen a lot in this day, and he had long been numb. But is it really numb? He hesitated for a moment, but finally sighed, and with a flip of his hand, a bottle of antidote appeared, walked over, and said softly: "Drink it, or your life is still there." ”

"You...... Are you the God of War? ”

Obviously, both of them recognized Zhou Zheng's identity.

Zhou Zheng did not wear the helmet in the armor, the armor was in the sun, unpretentious, but everyone knew that the armor of Zhou Zhanshen was in the place of bones, and the top ten armor that could be ranked in the top ten was the essence of Juli Company.

Looking at the excited two, Zhou Zheng nodded and said, "Drink it." ”

This time, Zhou Zheng's voice carried a kind of command and unquestionable, and he had been in a high position for a long time, which made Zhou Zheng's momentum amazing.

Zheng Xiaohai did not hesitate, took it, and then poured it down in one go.

For him, a dying man, even if it is poison, it is no different, why not dare to drink it? What's more, can a god-of-war level bigwig commit a suicide to himself?

Zhou Zheng nodded and said lightly: "Live well." ”

After speaking, Zhou Zheng turned around and left.

Frankly. A method like this to save people can only save a few people, and it is only a very small number for a team of warriors who have hundreds of thousands of injured people.

Coming to the bottom of the big tree that had just rested, Zhou Zheng frowned, as if he could not make up his mind.

"I don't know if the effect of detoxification is still after the detoxification?"

It's hard to get an answer to this question right now, and that's hundreds of thousands of people. Their deposit zài. For the place of bones, it is a very strong force, and when necessary, it even plays a role in turning the tide.

Save. Or not saved. This is a difficult question to decide.

Words of salvation. It will inevitably consume the antidote in the thief's backpack, but if it is not saved, God knows if this huge poisonous corpse will constitute a wēixié to the place where the bones are buried?

Zhou Zheng remembered what Yang Xiangzong said. Beast tides in other directions are also forming, but they are under surveillance, not as sudden as in Eastern Town. It is foreseeable that Eastern Town is just the beginning, and there will be a larger beast tide in the future.

Without such a force, the defense of the Buried Bones will drop a lot.

"Forget it, it's better to buy people's hearts."

Zhou Zhengyi gritted his teeth, anyway, there are a lot of antidotes, and if you use some of them, you can guarantee that you can use them yourself, but you have to control them in the future.

With a decision, Zhou Zheng of course took action.

The virus only works for six hours, and I hope that my actions can save them.

What makes Zhou Zheng worried is probably whether the antidote will still work after it has been digested dozens of times.

……

A famous warrior, riding different mounts and carrying a backpack, walked through the jungle, carrying hundreds of antidote potions, all of which had been dissolved. Through them, these potions were brought to various parts of the front and handed over to the warriors who were injured by the poisonous corpses.

With the addition of patrols, wounded warriors are constantly concentrated.

The sky, and even the adventure took off an airship, constantly broadcasting in the air: "All the injured warriors, please gather in the apricot forest, Zhou Zhanshen has found the antidote drug, repeat, all the injured warriors ......"

The constant broadcast is more like a heavenly sound for all the warriors.

Gu Ran, who is injured, will be saved, and those who are not injured at least don't need to worry about hanging their guts and not being able to let go of their hands and feet.

Regardless of whether these drugs are effective or not, there is only a glimmer of opportunity, and no one wants to give up.

Throughout the battlefield, the wounded and desperate warriors all stood up and moved towards the apricot forest. In despair, they were originally waiting for death to come, who would have thought that now they saw hope, at this moment, in their hearts, Zhou Zheng undoubtedly became taller, like their recreated parents.

And the warriors who tore apart with the poisonous corpses, after letting go of their hands and feet, actually suppressed the corpse tide.

At this moment, looking at the warriors whose faces had reappeared shiny, Zhou Zheng stood with his hands in his hands and showed a smile. Whether it's for fame and fortune, or if you can't bear it, saving someone's life is better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter.

The satellite communicator in his pocket rang, and Shen Junxing's voice came from inside, very solemn: "Zhou Zheng, the place where the bones are buried owes you a favor, or the world owes you a favor." ”

What the appearance of the potion means for this last day, Shen Junxing knows best. Not to mention that the hundreds of thousands of warriors saved now have a qualitative impact on the entire battle situation, and this one is beyond imagination. It can be said that Zhou Zheng wants anything, and he doesn't think about it.

"Haha, Brother Shen is polite, I am also a part of the burial of bones."

Zhou Zheng smiled and said, "As for this potion, whether it can be studied or not depends on you, I just provide a mother book." ”

Zhou Zheng didn't know what the composition of the antidote was, but as far as the Chong Berserk Elixir could be created by the New World, the antidote in the game may not be impossible to be made by the New World. And Zhou Zheng just took the five bottles of antidote as the mother and handed them over to Shen Junxing.

"Anyway, this favor is unsettled. In addition, I would like to tell you that the metal rod has been confirmed to have a stimulating effect on the poisonous corpse. Shen Junxing took a deep breath and said slowly: "I said before, once it is confirmed, there is no need for the shadow to be buried in the place of bones. ”

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