On the afternoon of February 25, the ninth month of the outbreak of the end times.

More than 200 fighters from the Umbrella Company launched an attack on more than 40,000 mutated zombies at the Senas nuclear power plant.

Leon speculates that this is likely to be the biggest counterattack the survivors have launched against the zombie monsters so far since the outbreak of the disaster.

Standing on a viewing platform specially built to observe the battlefield, looking at the black and oppressive corpses 2 kilometers away, the armed drone controlled by the Peggy siblings took the lead in launching the horn of attack.

10 armed drones lined up in a row, and under each drone hung a high-explosive bag of about 20 kilograms.

They took off from their defensive positions and flew directly into the air at an altitude of about 200 meters, spanning a distance of 2 kilometers and coming above the corpses.

As the explosive packets continued to fall, a series of explosions rang out.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The 20-kilogram equivalent explosive package is amazingly powerful, and the explosion range of each one is between 50 meters and 80 meters, and in the face of densely packed corpses, each explosive package can blow dozens of zombies into pieces.

The zombies in the corpse group could only watch these little things, and after dropping the bomb, they flew higher and higher and disappeared into the sky.

The bombing of three waves of drone swarms consumed a lot of high explosives, probably bringing a loss of one or two thousand to the zombie group, and these zombies found that they could not track the drones flying into the air, and gradually began to pay attention to the direction in which the drones flew over.

The black-pressed corpses began to move slowly towards the location of the defensive base at the speed of walking.

Peggy put down the laptop in her hand, looked up at Leon and said:

"Boss, can our drone swarm do another bombardment, do we need to do it now?"

Leon shook his head expressionlessly and said:

"You don't need it for the time being, you can use armed drones for expendable attacks now, and bombing drones will be used when it matters most."

Peggy nodded, and began to control eight assault armed drones with her brother Sherman, taking off from the defensive position and strafing the corpses.

Unfortunately, the assault armed drone is a human weapon, its muzzle caliber is quite small, the bullet power is insufficient, it is difficult to control accurately, and only by hitting the head of the zombie can it cause effective damage to them.

Moreover, these drones have a limited payload capacity, and can only carry 300 rounds of ammunition at a time, and almost every three minutes or so of an attack, they must be manipulated back to reinstall the ammunition.

But air units also have the advantage of air units, these drones have little to no need to worry about zombie attacks threatening them, and they can even strafe a few meters above the heads of the corpses.

Although their power is not good, they can continue to consume the number of zombies, and they can achieve considerable results over time.

Seeing that the movement of the battle was getting louder and louder, and the sound of machine gun explosions and strafing was getting louder and louder, the huge black corpses were finally attracted by the commotion here as they expected, and began to break away from the range of the nuclear power plant, and all of them huddled together and slowly moved towards the high ground where the defensive position was located.

As the so-called number of more than 10,000 people, boundless, looking at the huge corpse group composed of more than 40,000 zombies in the distance, Leon really realized what is called the mountain of corpses and the sea of corpses, that overwhelming, indomitable posture, there is really an unparalleled sense of oppression.

Soothing the fluctuations in his heart, Leon calmly watched the movement of the corpses.

Due to the speed of the mutated zombies, the group of black pressed corpses slowly turned into an oval phalanx.

They kept pace as ordinary people walked, slowly moving in this direction.

A few minutes later, Colonel William's serious, calm voice came through the headphones.

"General, the enemy has entered the range of shelling, whether to bomb or not."

Leon was silent for a second or two, and then spoke:

"Don't save ammunition, carry out saturation bombing."

The voice on the other side of the headset did not hesitate, and immediately replied respectfully:

"Yes, General."

Colonel William, who was on the bombardment position, put down the radio in his hand, his military uniform was straight, his expression was solemn, and he had the seriousness and tenacity of an old-fashioned soldier.

Retracting his gaze from the corpses, he looked around at his gunners, and shouted in a loud and passionate voice:

"Fifteen hundred meters at twelve o'clock."

"All ready."

"Fire!"

As soon as the colonel's voice fell, the gunners all entered a state of full concentration.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Thirty mortars opened fire in an instant, and the sound of shells flying in the air became one.

Shout! Shout! Shout! Shout!

All the soldiers in the defensive positions could see that as the shells fell, dozens of bursting flames suddenly exploded in the center of the black-pressed oval corpse group.

The zombies at the center of the explosion were instantly torn to pieces, flesh and blood flew sideways, turning into debris, and a large number of zombies around were also burned by the raging flames.

Zombies, you're in flames, but you don't know it, you still roar and keep going, until your brain is burned by the heat, and then as you go, you turn into a charred corpse.

This wave of mortar salvo can take away seven or eight hundred zombies, and this kind of power makes Leon slightly relieved in his heart.

It's also a shame that mutant zombies don't have intelligence, and they like to fight in groups, leaving not many gaps between each other, so they can achieve such results.

Only about 15 seconds passed after the first round of mortar bombardment, and the second round of bombardment arrived.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Rumble!

Due to the difference in gunners' proficiency and weaponry, the artillery positions under the command of Colonel William could not be reached, and the rate of fire of professional artillerymen was more than a dozen shells a minute, but only now with a rate of fire of about 4 rounds per minute, they can also pour 120 shells per minute into the zombie horde.

Under the mortar bombardment, the corpse group composed of tens of thousands of zombies is still brave and fearless, and it can be said that they do not know whether they are alive or dead and continue to move towards the defensive positions on the high ground.

Rumble! Rumble! Rumble! Rumble!

With the continuous fire of the shelling position, almost every minute, nearly 2,000 zombies were turned into charred corpses or minced meat in the artillery fire, but as the number of zombies in the group of corpses continued to decrease, the gap between each zombie became larger and larger, and the results of the shelling continued to decline.

But when the group of more than 40,000 zombies crawled for nearly 15 minutes, crossed a distance of 2 kilometers, and came to the bottom of the ramp of the defensive position, more than 30,000 zombies had fallen on the road forever.

But by this time, the mortar position had also lost its role, and the close-range shelling was not only ineffective, but also easy to injure one's own people.

Colonel William quickly withdrew the entire artillery position, commanded the other squad leaders, and led more than 200 heavily armed Security Department fighters, all of whom climbed the fence of large vehicles, ready to hold the last line of defense.

Leon also changed his position to watch the battle, looking at the long ramp under the iron wall, looking at the mutated zombies who still had hideous expressions and no signs of decay on their bodies, as if they were living people, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.

These monsters used to be living human beings, with their own minds and feelings.

But now, they're all brainless monsters, and it's a little sad.

No matter what the living people on the high ground think, the mutated zombies surrounding the ramp still don't care, they just want to eat those fresh flesh and blood.

Unaware of the fact that this ramp, full of traps and traps, would be an impassable gully for them.

(End of chapter)