On the afternoon of February 25th, the ninth month since the apocalypse.
More than 200 soldiers from the Umbrella Corporation launched an attack on more than 40,000 mutant zombies at the Senas Nuclear Power Plant.
Leon guessed that this was probably the largest counterattack launched by the survivors against the zombie monsters so far since the disaster.
Standing on the viewing platform specially built for observing the battlefield, looking at the black mass of zombies 2 kilometers away, the armed drone controlled by Peggy and her brother took the lead in sounding the attack horn.
Ten armed drones were lined up in a row, with a high-explosive charge weighing about 20 kilograms hanging underneath each drone.
They took off from their defensive positions and flew directly into the sky at an altitude of about 200 meters, crossing a distance of 2 kilometers and arriving above the group of zombies.
As the explosive packs continued to fall, explosions continued to sound.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The 20-kilogram equivalent of the explosive pack is incredibly powerful, and the range of each explosion is between 50 meters and 80 meters. Faced with the densely packed zombies, each explosive pack can blow dozens of zombies into pieces.
The zombies in the corpse group could only watch these little creatures drop the bombs, fly higher and higher, and disappear into the sky.
Colonel William quickly withdrew from the entire artillery position, commanded other team leaders, and led more than 200 fully armed security soldiers, all of whom climbed onto the wall composed of large vehicles, ready to hold this last line of defense.
Colonel William at the artillery position put down the radio in his hand. He was wearing a straight uniform and had a solemn expression. He exuded the seriousness and tenacity of an old-school soldier.
"General, the enemy has entered the bombardment range. Should we bombard them?"
"Boss, our drone swarm can carry out one more bombing. Do we need to do it now?"
"fire!"
A few minutes later, Colonel William's serious and calm voice came from the headset.
Leon was silent for a second or two, then said:
"Don't save ammunition, carry out saturation bombing."
The voice on the other end of the headset replied respectfully without any hesitation:
"Yes, General."
Moreover, these drones have limited carrying capacity and can only carry 300 rounds of ammunition at a time. They must be controlled back and reloaded with ammunition almost every three minutes or so of attack.
"Twelve o'clock direction, one thousand five hundred meters."
This wave of mortar fire can take away seven or eight hundred zombies. Such power makes Leon feel slightly relieved.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Thirty mortars opened fire at once, and the sound of shells flying in the air became one and the same.
Although their power is somewhat lacking, they can continuously consume the number of zombies and achieve considerable results over time.
Due to the differences in gunners' proficiency and weapons and equipment, the artillery positions commanded by Colonel William could not reach the firing rate of more than ten rounds per minute of professional artillerymen, but now with a firing rate of only about 4 rounds per minute, they can also pour 120 shells into the zombie swarm every minute.
Due to the different speeds of the mutated zombies, the dark swarm of zombies slowly turned into an oval-shaped square.
"Not necessary for now. You can use armed drones for consumption attacks now, and use bombing drones when it's critical."
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!As the artillery positions continued to fire, nearly 2,000 zombies were turned into charred corpses or minced meat in the artillery fire almost every minute. However, as the number of zombies in the corpse group continued to decrease, the gaps between each zombie became larger and larger, and the results of the artillery fire continued to decline.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The black swarm of zombies began to move slowly towards the defense base at a walking pace.
Leon shook his head expressionlessly and said:
Peggy nodded, and began to control eight assault armed drones with her brother Sherman. They took off from the defensive positions and launched a strafing attack on the zombies.
Despite the mortar bombardment, the swarm of tens of thousands of zombies remained brave and fearless, or even reckless as they continued to move forward towards the defensive positions on the high ground.
Peggy put down the laptop in her hand, looked up at Leon and said:
These monsters were once living humans, with their own thoughts and emotions.
The zombies were covered in flames, but they were unaware of anything and continued to move forward while roaring until their brains were burned by the high temperature. Then, they turned into charcoal as they moved.
"Everyone get ready."
Three waves of drone bombing consumed a lot of high explosives and caused a loss of about one or two thousand zombies. After these zombies found that they could not track the drones flying high in the sky, they gradually began to focus on the direction from which the drones were flying.
They maintained the speed of an ordinary person walking, moving slowly towards this side.
Unfortunately, assault-type armed drones are anti-human weapons. The caliber of their muzzles is quite small, and the bullets are not powerful enough, making them difficult to control accurately. They can only cause effective damage to zombies by hitting them on the heads.
As soon as the colonel's voice fell, all the gunners became fully focused.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
All the soldiers on the defensive positions could see that as the shells fell, dozens of bursts of flames suddenly exploded in the center of the dark oval-shaped group of corpses.
As the noise of the battle grew louder and louder, and the sounds of machine gun explosions and strafing became louder and louder, the huge black zombie horde was finally attracted by the commotion here as they had expected, and began to leave the range of the nuclear power plant, all crowded together and slowly moving towards the high ground where the defensive position was located.
But when the swarm of more than 40,000 zombies crawled for nearly 15 minutes, covered a distance of 2 kilometers, and arrived at the bottom of the slope of the defense position, more than 30,000 zombies had already fallen forever on the road.
Only about 15 seconds after the first round of mortar bombardment, the second round of bombardment arrived.
He withdrew his gaze from the zombies, looked around at his gunners, and shouted in a loud and passionate voice:
But air units also have their own advantages. These drones basically do not need to worry about being threatened by zombies' attacks. They can even stick to the top of the zombies a few meters above their heads and conduct strafing.
The zombies at the center of the explosion were instantly torn into pieces, with blood and flesh flying everywhere, turning into debris, and a large number of zombies around them were also burned by the raging flames.
Fortunately, the mutated zombies have no intelligence and like to fight in groups, leaving few gaps between each other, which is why such results were achieved.
But by this time, the mortar position had lost its function. Close-range shelling not only had a poor killing effect, but also easily hurt its own people.
As the saying goes, when the number of people exceeds ten thousand, it is endless. Looking at the huge zombie swarm consisting of more than 40,000 zombies in the distance, Leon truly experienced what a mountain of corpses and a sea of corpses meant. The overwhelming and unstoppable posture really gave him an incomparable sense of oppression.
Calming his inner fluctuations, Leon calmly watched the movement of the zombies.
Leon also changed his viewing position, looking at the long ramp under the iron wall, and at those mutated zombies who still had ferocious expressions and no signs of decay on their bodies, looking like living people. A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes.
But now, they have all turned into brainless monsters, which is a bit sad.
No matter what the living people on the high ground thought, the mutated zombies surrounding the bottom of the slope still didn't care and only wanted to eat the fresh flesh and blood.
They had no idea that this ramp filled with traps and mechanisms would be an insurmountable chasm for them.
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