Chi Yanzhou's voice came through the walkie-talkie: "Nannan, Ashu, confirm if the zombies are all coming from the main gate?"
Shi Xu: "Received!"
Lu Nange closed her eyes, fully unleashing her spiritual power. A moment later, she opened her eyes.
"That's right, they're all heading towards the main gate!"
A brief static sound came from the walkie-talkie.
"Understood." The next second, Chi Yanzhou's voice was transmitted through the base's public channel to the walkie-talkies in all areas of Flameheart.
"Attention all personnel—enemy forces have been confirmed to be concentrating their assault on the main gate area!"
To reiterate, the main force of the zombie horde is concentrated in the area around the base's main gate!
All ordinary survivors should immediately and orderly enter the underground shelter according to the emergency plan!
All outposts shall operate according to the defensive deployment from the previous night! Ensure that personnel at each outpost have sufficient ammunition!
Except for those essential to remain on duty, all remaining ability users must assemble at the main gate's defensive wall! Hurry!
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, a series of responses came through the walkie-talkie.
"First squad received! On their way to the gate!"
"All personnel at Sentry Post Five are in position!"
"Sentry from Watchtower Seven...!"
"Outpost number three reporting...!"
"Received, on its way! Expected to arrive at the main gate in three minutes!"
The sounds were short, forceful, and tense.
Footsteps and wheels mingled together, creating a tense atmosphere like a taut bowstring, the air thick with the smell of gunpowder...
Meanwhile, in all survivor bases within the city of Kyoto, everyone was watching the scene unfolding in mid-air.
Inside the Zefeng Base.
"The number and level of these zombies... Flameheart's chances are slim this time." As he said this, a hint of relief unconsciously flickered in the man's eyes...
"idiot!"
An elderly man with gray hair suddenly slammed his hand on the table, making the teacups on the solid wood tabletop tremble.
He pointed at the screen and shouted angrily, "What are you gloating about? Huh?!"
The man was startled and opened his mouth to explain, "Dad..."
But the old man scolded him harshly: "What father? You're over forty years old. Don't you understand the principle of 'if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold'?"
Today it's Flameheart, tomorrow it could be any one of our bases! If even Flameheart can't withstand this wave—what do you think our chances of holding out are?
The man's face turned deathly pale, his lips moved a few times, but he couldn't utter a single word.
"Deployed once every 24 hours. If they concentrate their attacks on one point like this every time, even the strongest base can't withstand it."
If we fight alone, we'll only end up being picked off one by one. We can't just stand by and watch; we have to go help!
"Yes, we need to help!" someone immediately echoed.
"If Flameheart falls, we might be the next ones to suffer! We must unite!"
"If we concentrate our strength and fight alongside Flameheart, there might still be hope of victory!"
Similar debates and resolutions were taking place almost simultaneously at various large bases in Beijing.
Fear breeds short-sighted wishful thinking, but a deeper sense of crisis and the instinct for survival have made more and more people see the only way out—unity.
Starlight Base...
Si Sheng stood on the high platform in the base square, below him was a dense mass of Starlight Survivors gathered together.
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