With such a deployment, the zombies' attack line will inevitably be stretched out, which is undoubtedly an extremely unfavorable situation for the limited number of soldiers.

After all, they couldn't defend against zombie attacks from all directions at the same time.

The level-two zombie general, Leopard, scanned the surroundings with his sharp eyes to ensure that all the zombies had reached their designated positions.

When it saw that everything was ready, a satisfied smile appeared on the leopard's ferocious face. It nodded slightly, indicating its approval of its subordinate.

Suddenly, the leopard raised its head to the sky and let out a long, awe-inspiring roar.

The sound was like thunder, resounding throughout the entire battlefield and causing everyone to tremble.

As the long howl rang out, the previously motionless zombies seemed to be injected with power, and they all started running wildly again.

The zombies surged forward like a tidal wave, forming a tight encirclement and charging towards the stadium gates.

They were incredibly fast, as if they were about to tear everything in their path apart.

Each zombie bared its fangs and claws, spewing a foul stench from its mouth, its eyes gleaming with greed and ferocity.

Faced with the oncoming horde of zombies, the soldiers acted swiftly and without fear.

They gripped their heavy machine guns tightly, pulled the triggers, and fired bullets that blazed like flames.

Each bullet carried boundless power, raining down densely forward.

The zombies charging at the front were instantly knocked to the ground, and yellow liquid gushed out.

However, this is just the beginning.