The destruction of the country of Dachuan is such a heavy word.

The personnel present only felt a huge pressure on their shoulders.

The surveillance cameras of each base on the screen also transmitted the footage.

The survivors' cars are entering the base one by one.

Some of the survivors who had been examined and disinfected to enter the base were smiling and laughing and hooked their shoulders together.

These smiling faces are all longing and yearning for a better life in the future.

Unbeknownst to them, they had only twenty-three hours left to live.

"Sir, we have one last hope now."

"yes, don't we have another world? You can manifest your weapons!"

"If they can make it past this map, maybe more mechs will appear, and we may be able to solve too much trouble then."

"We're not hopeless!"

Wei Zheng waved his hand, "Let's use the Flame Plan first."

"They do quests in it, and they can get different rewards by clearing a map."

"In the reward selection in the previous map, I am very fond of those materials, millions of acres of fertile land, chickens and sheep...... If nothing else, we should still have a choice this time, and I hope we can solve these crises by ourselves, and then we can choose these materials to rebuild our homes."

The materials rewarded after clearing the last map are really eye-catching.

It's just a pity that you can only choose one of the two.

This time, the degree of embodiment has increased a lot, and the things you get from clearing the customs will definitely be even more fascinating.

I don't know how many things will be able to manifest this time.

The flame plan that Wei Zheng said was actually to sprinkle gasoline on the zombies and then set them on fire.

Ordinary gasoline is not strong enough to not only prevent mass killing of zombies, but also has the potential to cause nationwide fires.

They use modified gasoline, the flame which goes out once the time has passed.

With Wei Zheng's order, everyone watched, and several planes flew into the air and sprinkled a large basin of modified gasoline.

Now it's only the experimental stage, and only about 20,000 catties have been sprinkled.

At this time, the people who were driving to the base smelled a strange smell of gasoline.

The view on the highway is wide, and when you turn your head to look, you will see a shocking scene.

On the ground level, a burst of fire erupted.

The flames were monstrous, enveloping all the zombies that came in the sea of fire.

The cars on the road stopped moving, and the survivors opened the doors and stepped out.

Looking up, the tide of zombies that were running wildly on the ground level finally stopped.

The survivors stared wide-eyed and laughed.

"It works!"

"Haha, it's really worthy of the state's handiwork, burning it with a big fire."

"Awesome."

The fire shone on everyone's faces, bringing hope to live.

Soon, however, such a smile froze on his face.

As they imagined, the flames spread rapidly, engulfing all the zombies into the flames, and this picture did not appear.

The fire did not spread.

The flames were trampled out by the zombies swarming from behind.

The zombies did not feel pain, tens of thousands of feet stepped on the flames, the zombies in front of them who had broken their legs were already lying on the ground, and the zombies behind continued to move forward without stopping.

In this way, the monstrous flames, in just five minutes, were trampled out.

I watched the flame of hope die out like this.

The hearts of the survivors were cold.

The zombie tide continues to grow.

But with the encouragement of so many peers, they were not so afraid.

"Get in the car, we've lost."

There was a choked voice.

"Dad, are we really going to die here?"

"These zombies can't be stopped."

The sound of sobs added to the gloom.

"Shut up!"

The man sank his face and scolded angrily, "There are a lot of zombies, and our strength is not small, don't say these frustrating words, we have to fight the zombies to the end!"

Someone clenched his fists and clenched in agreement, "That's it! I don't believe it, these bastards, Lao Tzu will kill them!"

At this time, the atmosphere in the central control room was similarly depressed.

One of the commanders gritted his teeth and said, "Is there too little gasoline? Why don't you pour more?"

Wei Zheng shook his head with a solemn face, "The effect this time is far from what we expected."

"We made many calculations and forecasts against all odds, but unexpectedly, we still underestimated the importance of quantity."

So many zombies swarmed in, and they didn't give these flames a chance to burn at all.

They're still careless.

Cut the picture to the live broadcast, at this time, Luoxu was leading everyone to collect supplies.

She has a map, knows the exact location of supplies, and can effectively dodge the attacks of those beasts that are far away.

Everyone is proceeding in an orderly manner according to the original plan, collecting more combat weapons, which can help the people to deal with those mutated zombies.

But now, the problem is, these mutated zombies are not the biggest problem.

"Bring the walkie-talkie and contact the people inside."

"Yes."

All the staff present gathered together and stared at the screen, these people in the live broadcast room.

At this time, Luoxu, who was carefully collecting supplies, heard a voice from the headset.

"Things have changed."

She immediately stopped her movements and turned her head to look at Ju Chen.

Ju Chen also heard the voice, and the two looked at each other.

Ju Chen asked, "Sir, what's wrong?" Are we too slow to gather supplies?"

"It's not."

Wei Zheng said earnestly: "Now that the country is facing a major crisis, the zombie tide has formed again, and there are only twenty-three hours left, and the zombies will attack the other three bases except for the North Wing Base, leaving us with little time."

And these words, actually through the microphone amplification, everyone can hear it clearly.

The soldiers who were still collecting things over there stopped their movements and gathered around this side.

The psychological quality of these battle-hardened warriors is also a little difficult to accept this news.

Not to mention the survivors who listened to the live stream.

For a while, the entire live broadcast room fell silent.

Those active barrages came to an abrupt end.

The survivors who still made it to the base with hope slammed their fists on the steering wheel, and they couldn't bother to wipe the bleeding on the back of their hands.

"Damn it! Twenty-three hours? Twenty-three hours left?"

"We...... They're all dead!"

"I saw a zombie tide, I saw a zombie tide! Can...... I didn't expect it to be so serious, woo! Why did God do this to us?"

The people in the base, who were still busy carrying building materials, also stopped.

They looked up at the screen above the building, their eyes a little hollow.

Is there only twenty-three hours left?

So what's the point of all this they're doing now?