After the events that just unfolded, nearly all the survivors had their attention fixed on Waldo.
Meanwhile, numerous zombies were rising from the ruins of the artillery fire. They had been knocked over by the explosions, some were injured, and even missing limbs, but they weren't fatally wounded.
A significant number of these surviving zombies, at least tens of thousands, were powerful beings from the previous horde of fifty to sixty thousand zombies. They were all at least second-level zombies. Therefore, although their numbers were much fewer now, they still posed a considerable threat.
This was a massive army composed of second-level and third-level zombies. Extremely frightening!
The pre-buried explosives had been depleted, and there was no possibility of another similar explosion.
So, what would Waldo's next move be?
Everyone was eagerly awaiting.
"Fire!" It was at this moment that Waldo gave the command.
