The battle continues.
Both humans and zombies suffered heavy losses.
Under the control of the M-type zombies within the city, countless zombies are used to inflict human casualties.
Humans, too, used their blood and lives to stop the zombies' advance.
One hour later.
A voice came from a walkie-talkie on a man in a black robe.
"Lord Paul, our casualties are heavy, and we need your saturation bombardment!"
Paul said calmly, "Our ammunition is also limited. We must act at the most critical moment. Casualties are inevitable. We've said before that as long as we capture Lan City, everything except the military equipment and one-third of the supplies is yours! Then we can save even more people!"
"...Yes, Lord Paul! You must arrange for action to be taken at the crucial moment!"
Paul smiled slightly and said seriously, "Don't worry, we are one. Our Chosen Church and your Survivors' Alliance are a community of shared destiny. We will never stand by and watch you suffer heavy casualties. There is an old Chinese saying, 'Good steel should be used on the blade.' You must understand this."
"Yes, Lord Paul!"
Paul turned off the walkie-talkie and gave a cold laugh.
He looked at his other companions and smiled, "It seems that our Commander Yuan Weijie is already losing his composure."
Another white man sneered, “I’ve already done a rough calculation for them, but only less than 2,500 people have died. The Survivors Alliance has more than 150,000 people in total. I think it would be better if more people died. There’s an old Chinese saying: ‘Those who are not of our race will surely have different hearts!’ If the Survivors Alliance becomes too powerful, it will eventually break away from the control of our Chosen Church.”
Paul laughed heartily, "John, you're overthinking it. All the evolved beings are in our Chosen Church. What is there to fear in the Survivors' Alliance without evolved beings? Right, Nathan?"
Nathan nodded and said, "So, Lady Elise's scheme is very clever."
Twenty minutes later, Yuan Weijie's almost hoarse, anxious voice came through the walkie-talkie again: "Sir Paul, we've used up all our trump cards! More than 3,500 people have died! We really can't hold on any longer!"
Paul said with a serious expression, "I understand, don't worry."
Paul then issued a new order.
Soon, they were a few kilometers from the battlefield.
More than thirty howitzers that were already prepared roared.
Further ahead, nearly a hundred mortars began to roar.
Hundreds of shells were fired at once, and not just in one wave, but wave after wave, accurately landing in the rear of the sea of zombies.
The deafening explosions echoed throughout the battlefield.
Instantly, a bloodbath swept through the horde of zombies.
The power of the explosions was like a series of giant scythes, mercilessly reaping the lives of the zombies.
The rear section of the zombie horde was blown to pieces, with severed limbs flying everywhere.
The sudden and intense artillery barrage seemed to throw the zombies into chaos, greatly slowing their advance.
On the human side, seeing this scene, the exhausted warriors were greatly encouraged, and the sparks of hope were rekindled in their eyes, which had been somewhat desperate and numb.
Cheers and shouts rose and fell across the battlefield.
"Haha! Bomb them! Bomb them to death!"
"Hahaha, you little bastards, keep charging! I'll blow you all up, blow you all up!!!"
"Everyone, give it your all! There aren't many zombies left!!"
Soon, more than 100 evolved beings from the Chosen Ones also joined the battle.
These evolved beings, some wearing various protective gear and even evolutionary biological armor, joined the group.
The soldiers' pressure was relieved considerably.
In the human command center, Yuan Weijie, the supreme commander of the survivor alliance army, was furious, his face turning red.
He looked to be in his forties, dressed in a general's uniform, with a robust build and a square face that gave him a resolute appearance.
He slammed his fist on the table and roared, "These bastards! If they had used these cannons and evolved humans earlier, our allied brothers wouldn't have suffered such heavy casualties! They're just using us as cannon fodder!"
His eyes burned with the flames of anger, and every word he uttered was filled with boundless resentment.
The adjutant beside him quickly pulled him back, advising, "Sir, please calm down. This is not the time to lose your temper. If Paul and the others hear us, we will be blamed. We can only hope that this battle will end soon and reduce the casualties among our brothers."
Yuan Weijie gritted his teeth, his anger still burning.
But he also knew that his adjutant was right.
He could only take a deep breath, try to calm himself down, and refocus his attention on the battlefield.
His eyes were filled with longing for this city of Lanzhou.
He knew that Lan City was crucial to leading the more than 100,000 survivors of the Survivors Alliance to live well.
Only by possessing this easily defensible city with a certain industrial base can the Survivors Alliance truly gain a foothold.
Otherwise, with the evolution of zombies and the rampage of mutated plants and insects, coupled with increasingly terrifying mutated behemoths, their large group of survivors will be wiped out sooner or later.
What does it matter if there are heavy casualties for the sake of this city of Lan?
This is for the survivors' urgent hope, and also for the hope of the Chinese people!
The battle continues.
Even with countless trenches, breastworks, and traps, even in the best pre-selected battlefield.
Even with over thirty howitzers and nearly a hundred mortars, even with the Chosen Ones stationed at the position.
No matter how strong the soldiers' fighting spirit was.
However, there were simply too many zombies.
Human casualties continue to be heavy.
Command post.
Yuan Weijie listened to his adjutant's report with a livid face.
"General Yuan, we have already lost 4,000 men. Almost half of the cold weapon soldiers stationed at the front are dead! If we die any more, it will be the turn of the firearms wielders at the rear! We can't fight anymore! If we fight any more, our entire army will be wiped out!"
"We underestimated the power of nearly 600,000 zombies! General, we really can't fight any longer!"
"Yes, General, let's retreat while we still have some ability to fight back!"
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