Mu Tian was dazed and answered rapidly, "There are one thousand and forty-two people in the base, basing on the data we gathered this morning. It should be one thousand and seventy but a lot of people died during the attack of the zombies last night."
"More than one thousand people." Chu Han smiled faintly as coldness surfaced in his expression. Slowly, he spoke, "A base with a population of more than a thousand people lost 28 with just a hundred zombies attacking! So tell me, of the more than a thousand people in the base that has survived, how many will still be alive after facing thousands of zombies?!"
"Who can tell me?!" Chu Han shouted at the mass while his violent voice reverberated across the space, "Say it! How many?!"
No one answered and no one also dared to calculate the numbers. They had no idea regarding the casualty rate. They could not imagine, rather, they could not dare to calculate the numbers. Maybe all of them?
Bang! Bang! Bang!
