They leaped and lunged relentlessly, their bodies dripping with blood, frantically drawing the guards' attacks, buying precious time and space for their companions. Those zombies that managed to break through, once they had successfully crossed the defenses, would immediately turn around and, along with the zombies drawing the fire, launch an even more fierce attack on the guards. This tacit coordination, as if meticulously practiced, instantly plunged the base's defenses into a grave crisis.

As if guided by some mysterious intelligence, the zombies in charge of cover attacked with clarity and precision. Their gazes fixed on key locations within the base, their homemade weapons clutched tightly in their hands, poised for action. As the charging zombies launched their attacks, the covering zombies simultaneously launched their deadly assaults. The watchtower, a crucial observation and early warning facility, became their primary target. These zombies accurately identified the vulnerable spot where the tower connected to the fortifications, and with force, they hurled their weapons. Some zombies lifted heavy rocks, their muscles tensed, and tossed them with all their might. The rocks spun through the air, crashing down with immense force onto the junction between the tower and the fortifications. Other zombies ignited homemade Molotov cocktails, flames blazing within. With a swift swing of their arms, the bottles flew towards their targets like flaming meteors. Upon impact, the junction erupted in flames, sending plumes of thick smoke billowing into the air. Some zombies cleverly exploited the terrain and angles, hurling homemade spears or sharp clubs at the junctions. These weapons, brimming with fury and desire, struck their targets with unerring precision, wreaking havoc on the base's defenses. Under these wave after wave of precise attacks, key locations in the base were crumbling, the defenses suffered a massive blow, and the situation became increasingly critical.

Inside the base, a tense atmosphere suddenly enveloped every inch of space like a thick haze. Xiao Yi's face was solemn, his eyes gleaming with determination. He shouted loudly, quickly organizing a defense. The soldiers responded to his call, moving swiftly and methodically. They rushed to their respective posts, their footsteps echoing rapidly throughout the base. Some soldiers shouldered heavy guns, veins bulging on their foreheads, their eyes filled with fighting determination; others gripped their blades tightly, teeth clenched, ready to engage the enemy in close combat. The sudden roar of gunfire was deafening. Bullets rained down like raindrops, whistling through the air with a sharp sound. Each shot was accompanied by the soldiers' roars, channeling their fear and anxiety into fighting power. Shouts rose and fell, intertwining. "Hold the line!" "Don't let them break through!" The soldiers shouted at the top of their lungs, urging each other to fight. Their voices were filled with tension and anxiety, but more of it was the unyielding fighting spirit and the belief in protecting the base. Thick smoke filled the air, flames shot up into the sky, and the entire base seemed to be caught in a chaotic battlefield. But under Xiao Yi's command, the soldiers still resisted tenaciously, their figures looming in the smoke, forming an indestructible line of defense.

However, the new zombies' attack was as fierce as a torrential downpour, placing the base's defenses under unprecedented strain. These zombies seemed infused with boundless madness and strength, surging in wave after wave, their numbers a boundless black tide. Their attacks were relentless, each charge laced with a determination to destroy everything. The zombies in the front row brandished their crude yet deadly weapons, furiously smashing into the base's defenses. Thick branches and sharp metal fragments whirred with each swing, slamming into the sturdy barriers with terrifying crashes. The zombies behind them hurled incendiary bombs and rocks, flames raging around the base and thick smoke billowing, obscuring vision. Rocks rained down like meteors, crashing into the fortifications with a dull thud, some even striking the soldiers, causing casualties. Even more terrifying, these zombies seemed to possess extraordinary endurance and tenacity. Despite the devastating damage inflicted by the base's firepower, limbs shattered and blood gushing, they remained undaunted, charging forward in unbroken succession. Each assault strained the base's defenses, cracks and breaches appearing in the once-sturdy defenses. The soldiers fought with all their might, but faced with such a relentless onslaught, they gradually felt their strength was strained. Their strength and ammunition dwindled, while the zombie onslaught showed no sign of abating. Under this incredibly fierce attack, the base's defenses were like a lone boat tossed in a storm, perilous for utter destruction at any moment.

In the fierce battle, a massive zombie, like a moving mountain, led a small group of elite zombies. Like a black whirlwind, they charged fiercely towards the base's gates. The giant zombie's body was massive, its muscles bulging, as if imbued with boundless power. With every step, the ground trembled, stirring up clouds of dust. Its face was twisted and hideous, its bloodshot mouth belching a sickening breath, its bloodshot eyes revealing utter cruelty and greed. Following it were a small group of elite zombies, each sturdy and agile. They exuded a chilling aura, a stark contrast to the dull and chaotic appearance of the ordinary zombies. The giant zombie took the lead, roaring deafeningly, and swinging its arms, thick as tree trunks, it slammed down on the base's gates. The immense force made the air whirr. The elite zombies followed closely behind. Some used their speed to swiftly circle the sides of the gate, seeking a breakthrough; others, in coordination with the giant zombies' attacks, leaped repeatedly, attempting to overtake the defenses above the gate. Their attacks were tight and methodical, demonstrating exceptional coordination. Each charge was charged with ultimate killing determination, as if to instantly shatter the gate that blocked their path. The base's guards, facing this ferocious onslaught, remained undeterred. They concentrated their firepower, blasting the zombies with relentless fire. Bullets rained down upon the zombies like locusts, but the giant zombies' tough skin seemed to offer some protection, while the elite zombies' agility allowed them to dodge the bullets. For a moment, shouts, gunshots, and the roars of the zombies mingled in front of the gate, creating a chaotic and intense scene.

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