Zijin Base's exterior was swarming with zombies at a visibly alarming rate.
They screamed and howled, climbing up the tall walls.
Da-da-da—da-da-da—
The heavy machine guns mounted on the wall fired down below; the zombies at the front were riddled with holes, but countless more took their place.
In the blink of an eye, the base of the wall was piled high with zombie corpses, which served as a ladder for the other zombies.
"Gasoline!"
Someone shouted, and barrels of gasoline started pouring down onto the heap of bodies. Bullets struck the gasoline, and flames erupted instantaneously, swallowing the zombies in a sea of fire.
"Hehe..."
"Roar—"
Sizzle—
The ignited zombies' body fat emitted crackling noises. But the secretion of black blood with fire-retardant properties began to reduce, even extinguish, the flames.
Without pain or fatigue, they emerged from the fire and continued their assault on the wall.
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