The thick fog on the ground blurred the vision, and the fierce fighting on the walls of the base had calmed down, and many soldiers were sleeping on the spot wearing gas masks.

Countless logisticians were busy on the city walls, cleaning up the battlefield and carrying the remains of a soldier killed in battle off the walls and to the makeshift crematorium.

The crematorium is nothing more than a pyre made of tree branches, and there are dozens of them built in this clearing, and each pyre has several corpses of soldiers on it.

Some of these corpses were not yet complete, and the soldiers took off the badges of the fallen soldiers, threw them into the boxes on the side, and threw the torches in their hands into the pyre, which was immediately filled with gasoline and burned violently.

The soldiers on the side stood up and saluted, using the etiquette of a soldier to send their comrades on the last journey, and under the light of the fire, the bloody military badge in the box looked so bright red.

"Are all the walls arranged?" Lin Tianxiong sat on the chair and asked as he rubbed his swollen temples with his hands.

A staff officer next to him heard his question, and immediately replied softly: "Commander! The fighters have all been arranged, the logistics have already sent the food, and everyone else has been arranged to rest except for the guards! There are no zombie people found in the city, and at present, this fog has no effect on everyone! But still let the soldiers wear gas masks! ”

"That's good~"

After Lin Tianxiong finished saying this, he didn't say anything more, and the staff officer looked down and saw that the commander had fallen asleep with his chin propped up.

The staff officer took the coat handed over by the guard, gently covered his body, turned around and continued his work, while reminding everyone not to make too much noise.

Let the commander have a good rest, after all, he hasn't rested in days.

Most of the soldiers on the city wall have already fallen into a dream, but everyone is frowning, not sleeping comfortably, from time to time someone will wake up, grab the rifle in his hand, check around to see if there is no movement, then hold the gun and fall asleep again.

The thick fog outside the city walls obscured everything,

Two kilometers away from the city wall, the zombie army gathered again, these zombies stood quietly in place, their mouths opened wide, and they sucked the fog into their mouths, and the inhalation sounds of countless zombies gathered together to make a terrifying sound.

Suddenly, an ordinary zombie let out an excited cry, and saw that its body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, the bones on its body rattled, and the clothes on its body were suddenly burst by the strong physique.

A tall T1 was born.

Its birth is like a fuse, and there are zombies in the corpse group who continue to roar, and then zombies begin to evolve one by one, among which there are also TI evolved into T2, but there are not many of them.

In the center of the zombie army, dozens of T2s lay on the ground, and there were several T2 corpses with bursting heads on the ground!

In the middle of T2 is T3, which caused the corpse tide, and at this time, it is opening its mouth with blood spurting, constantly sucking the mist into its mouth, and the air even forms a small cyclone.

After a long time, T3 slowly closed his mouth, his body trembled slightly, the bones on his body burst into bursts, and the muscles in his severed arm began to squirm.

"Roar!"

With a roar, the severed arm burst open, and several tentacles extended from it, waving in the air, like the tentacles of an octopus, the bright red tentacles were covered with dense barbs, and the small mouth at the top of these barbs was closing one by one, which was very strange.

Suddenly, the tentacles waving in the air slammed towards a force T2 kneeling on the ground, firmly entangled its body, and T2, which weighed hundreds of pounds, was lifted high by T3 as if it had no weight.

The countless spikes on the tentacles, slamming into T2's physical strength, were enough to resist the rifle bullets, and the bone armor was like a piece of tissue paper in front of the spikes.

Feeling that the power in his body was constantly being extracted, T2 in the air suddenly struggled in pain, and his mouth kept roaring.

However, no matter how much it struggled, it was useless, and the power of terror could not even let go of its tentacles.

Bright red tentacles flowed through the air as if something was flowing within them, and T2's massive body was sinking at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It wasn't until T2's body completely lost its motion that the tentacles let go.

"Bang!"

T2's body slammed to the ground, and at this point its body had turned into a skinny body, like a dried corpse that had been dried for a long time.

T3, the zombie who shouldn't be T4 now stretched out the corpse and licked the corners of his mouth, it seemed to be reminiscing!

With a scoop of eyes, Min T2, who had already had rudimentary intelligence, jumped up from the ground and flew backwards at an alarming speed, trying to escape from here.

T4 looked at T2 who was running away, a smile seemed to appear on the corner of his mouth, and he saw it slowly squatting down, exerting force, and its figure disappeared in place in an instant.

Appearing two hundred meters away, the tentacles had already wrapped around T2, and the sharp claws of his left hand slashed down, and T2's even turned in half like tofu and slipped from the air.

T4 looked at his claws, nodded in satisfaction, and used the same method to devour T2's flesh.

A flicker returned to its place, looking at the many T2s lying on their stomachs, and let out a roar of rage.

"Roar!"

Hearing the roar, the T2s pressed their bodies lower to express their submission.

T4 seemed satisfied, and let out a low growl,

T2, who was lying on the ground, heard this low roar, and stood up on the ground one after another, and began to gulp and absorb the white mist in the air.

As time passed, more and more T2s converged from all directions of the corpse herd, and these newly gathered T2s, both in terms of size and speed, were much weaker than the previous dozens of T2s, which can be seen that these are all newly promoted.

Originally, among those T2s, there was a tendency to evolve towards T3.

Obviously, this fog is a feast for zombies, but for the surviving humans, it is a nightmare.