Tang Ye's mind wasn't on the masses of corpses below. An increasing sense of unease lingered in his heart, the premonition of calamity impending left him furrowing his brows in contemplation.
"What on earth could still pose a threat to me?"
As Tang Ye was deep in thought, an enormous army marched out from within the Qinshan Base, unseen by him. This army, almost six thousand strong, comprised various factions, most of it under the control of the United District's seven major committees.
They donned a multitude of armors, each group distinctly separate, each autonomous, bearing the banner "Defend Qinshan till the end!" as they marched towards a certain direction in full vigor.
The banners they carried stirred a surge of passion in all the survivors who saw them, though nobody really understood what their aim was.
What was evident was that the massive particle beam cannons were for fending off the zombies.
"How come only so few soldiers from Bright Moon City have shown up?"
