Hurriedly dropping the headset, Mosilaire ran out of the base's communications command room.

She reached out and pulled down the ladder in the middle of the hallway, and then hurried up to the base's roof wet with the night's dew.

But what she saw was no longer the deep, quiet, and bright starry sky she had seen before. The endless dense airdrop slots that streaked across the sky like meteors lit up the frenzied night, leaving a devastation in Mosilare's eyes.

Thousands of alloy airdrop positions were accelerated from the planet's orbit, and because of the extremely high speed, they rubbed violently against the atmosphere to produce extremely dazzling flames, and even half of the stars in the sky would be completely obscured by them.

The only good news is that these airdrop positions don't seem to be being targeted. - Even so, there was a terrifying fear in Mosilel's eyes, and his body trembled with the firelight.

But soon, an even more terrifying sight, almost beyond the limits of her imagination, suddenly appeared hundreds of kilometers to the west—what a magnificent sight!

A huge beam of energy that penetrated the heavens and the earth and reached dozens of kilometers in diameter was projected from the orbit of the star, and the intense red light emitted in just a moment overshadowed the galaxy in the sky, and the fire rain composed of countless airdrop warehouses was eclipsed in the face of such great power!

The devastating shock rays lit up the entire vast celestial dome, and the scattered red light even crossed the vast distance to reach the horizon at the other end, covering Mosilaire's sight with a wild red veil!

In just a few minutes, Mosilaire could clearly feel a violent tremor beneath her feet, followed by a powerful sound like thunder, and then a massive shock wave that almost lifted her off the roof!

Not only that, but the shockwave containing powerful energy paralyzed all the electronic equipment in the base at the moment of arrival, and even the zombies around the base began to become violently restless under its influence!

Their hoarse growls grew wilder and frenzied, and they began to lose their minds and slam into any obstacle that dared to stand in their way - whether it was a thick fir tree or a heavy base stone wall!

Rising from the rooftop, Mosilaire hurriedly slid down the ladder, and immediately could hear the violent thumping sound coming from the end of the corridor, the heavy iron door she had made herself was now under attack from countless zombies in a rage, and the piercing sound of the iron skin being struck had been intertwined with the howls and screams of the zombies outside the base to form a death overture from the depths of hell!

The rotting and irrational walking corpses are gathering and besieging the only building on the plains!

Mosilaire had Winnie, frightened by the loud noise poking her head out of the barn, slam the barn door shut, and she herself rushed into the communications room with her charged rifle on her back.

There is an iron door on the side of the communication command room, and behind the door is a somewhat narrow security room.

She hadn't cleaned up the security room yet, so the floor was still a mess, and a panicked Mosilele relied on one of her bionic eyes to keep it from tripping over the rubbish and construction debris.

She remembered what she had seen in the security room the other day, so a terrified Mosilele ran to the electronic control panel and began to try to manually restart the base's power system - a process that was extremely difficult, as her hands were shaking uncontrollably, and as a result, several precious minutes of precious time were wasted.

Thankfully, with a slight beep, the base was finally powered back up at this critical moment, and the lights in the hallway illuminated Mosilare's slightly pale face through the bulletproof glass of the security room.

She exhaled softly, no one knew how much pressure she had been under in these few short minutes, the sound of these crazy zombies crashing with flesh and blood could not be completely blocked even by the main stone wall of the base, which was half a meter thick, and the dull slapping sound could not completely hide even the clangling iron door - and these sounds were everywhere, reverberating and colliding everywhere in the base!

Mosilaire scrambled to turn on the power supply to the defense system, pulled out the manual of the weapon console, flipped several hand switches in order, and then pulled down a striking red gate!

"Didi ——!"

A few lines of ominous numbers and unknown codes slowly blurred out from under the dusty console display, and then quickly flowed and shifted, stuck to the same rhythm as Mosilare's heartbeat.

She hoped it would be useful, but no one knew how many old things were still running smoothly in this long-abandoned base.

Mosilaire didn't have to wait long before an elaborate base weapon control panel appeared in front of her.

Unfortunately, while most of the weapon modules shown on the console are powered up, just because they're powered up doesn't mean they're functioning properly.

These long-abandoned stationary weapons have been damaged to varying degrees by the blizzard, dust, and rain, and the more sophisticated and powerful they are, the worse they become - there is a yellow-marked, seemingly largely intact cannon turret that has been killed in an embarrassing ammunition bin when Mosilaire opened fire manually - who knows why, but the turret installed around the base blew everything up within a few meters of everything, making for a joyous celebration of the late-night party.

Mosilaire wiped away the sweat that ran down her eyes. - They are not without a chance of survival, as there is also an unusually simple rapid-response machine gun turret that is shown in perfect green.

It stood out among the inoperable destroyed weapons units, and happened to be installed in a hidden corner above the base gates.

Mosilaire adjusted to the surveillance angle of the machine-gun turret, and saw a large number of zombies crowded in front of the poor tin door in the almost scrapped probe—if those dense blurred shadows were really zombies, and the square black object was indeed the gate.

If nothing else, it should be so.

She could only guess, because the transmitted image was like a mosaic — no, another layer on top of the mosaic to be exact, so that the real-time image on the screen looked like some Artless Parkinson's patient trying to pick up a paintbrush and scribble on a dirty piece of paper — and the patient must have drunk a lot of liquor before creating. Maybe he's drinking mellow vodka, but it's also possible that it's just a mild and harmless two-pot head, who knows?

Taking a deep breath, Mosilaire activated the improvised machine gun turret on the icy console. After a short delay, a dense burst of firearms came from the doorway, causing Mosilelle, who was already pale, to be ecstatic.

Leaving the operation of the machine gun turret to the computer AI, Mosilaire himself woke up the charged rifle and rushed to the shooting hole by the gate.

The deep hallway would be even more eerie at this point, and the scurrying Mosilaire hurriedly leaned against the thumping door.

Outside the narrow bulletproof window above the wall, there are countless zombies. They've surrounded the base, slamming their bodies, joints, or heads into every corner of the base in a frenzy - some of the bulletproof windows are almost all painted in their jet-black blood in surprisingly bizarre illustrations, creating an atmosphere that scares Mosilel even more in the flickering lights.

She also saw that the aqua toilet they had erected a few days ago not far from the base had been overturned and uprooted by the zombies, and the spliced wooden planks had creaked and turned into pieces that could no longer be repaired because of the trampling. The light outside the window fainted, and she finally sighed bitterly.

Mosilaire didn't care much about the zombies that crashed into the wall. The solid granite walls of the main body of the base, with an average thickness of half a meter, were able to withstand a few high-explosive shells head-on if necessary, and if they could knock it open with their brittle bones from the wind and sun, Mosilaire would probably faint from fright.

The only thing she had to worry about was whether the iron gate would be able to hold out long enough under the onslaught of zombies.

Thankfully, when she was building the chute, Mosilele showed a level of patience she had never had in her previous high math classes. - In the face of such an object directly related to life and death, not only did she not cut corners at all, but also deliberately welded and hammered multiple layers of iron sheets on it, which was the installed chute track, and Mosilaire also knocked a few additional bolts, so that it could defend against the impact of a large number of zombies head-on if necessary.

So theoretically, she expected such a day and was ready for it—but Mosilaire didn't expect it to come so quickly and so enthusiastically.

The terrifying beam in the distance that would have been enough to chill the body at a glance has ended, but the aftermath of it has sparked a zombie carnival on this once quiet and peaceful plain.

Mosilaire opened the steel window of the shooting hole and held the charged rifle securely on it, tearing apart the bodies of the swarming zombies along with the machine gun turret.

Near-sonic green charged bullets erupted from the muzzle of the charged rifle, echoing the red fireworks of the machine-gun turret fire, revealing the darkness of the hundreds of terrifying figures at the door, who had been completely in a rage.

Their lifeless, mutilated, rotting countenances twisted and frenzy, and the sound of cannon fire rolling in from far away joined the late-night party, adding its own unique deep harmony to the grand symphony of bullet roars and zombie roars at the base gates!

From the moment Mosilaire held the charged rifle on the shooting hole, her finger holding the trigger barely let go.

Faced with the dense crowd of zombies in front of her, she didn't have to aim at all, and there were always zombies pushed and bumped into the charge bomb by her companions.

A powerful charge bomb would sometimes even cover more than two dozen zombies after the collision and disintegrate, blasting their bodies into several pieces of flesh, briefly tearing out a narrow black scorched gap in the corpses.