All eyes turned to the trajectory of the last arrow.
At the tip of the arrow, a dazzling flash of fire pierced the stillness of the night.
It pierced through the protective outer wall, tore through the pitch-black night sky, and transformed into a beam of light that cut through the darkness, pointing directly at the distant, shadowy figure that was faintly visible and constantly shifting in the night.
The firelight rubbed against the air, making a hissing sound, and embedded itself precisely into the head of the dark figure.
"Pfft—"
The instant the arrow tip touched the shadow, a burst of intense flame erupted, instantly engulfing the shadow. The flames shot into the sky, illuminating the previously dim surroundings and banishing all shadows without a trace.
A bloodcurdling scream came from afar.
Under the firelight, dozens of grotesque, ferocious-looking corpses were slowly approaching the border. Their numbers far exceeded those that Chuanliu had seen during the day.
The firelight not only illuminated the night sky but also acted as a catalyst, fueling the frenzy and savagery of the zombies. Their faces, made even more grotesque and terrifying by the flames, had empty, lifeless eyes that radiated a fearless madness, and they emitted even more shrill screams.
It was as if the gates of hell had been quietly opened, unleashing endless terrifying power.
As the fire spread, the movements of the corpses became even more rapid and chaotic.
They no longer maintained their original slow pace, but instead rushed towards the border fence like out-of-control wild beasts.
Each impact was accompanied by the tremors and creaks of the wooden structure, as if the defenses were about to collapse at any moment.
The guards looked grave upon seeing this, but they did not back down.
The defenders at the front quickly adjusted their positions, wielding sharp longswords, and pressed themselves against the gaps in the wooden fence, using the limited space to launch a thrusting attack.
The blade flashed like lightning, precisely piercing the corpse's vitals, buying precious time for the rear defenses.
Meanwhile, the dozens of guards on the watchtower were not idle either; they took advantage of their height and held bows and arrows.
The arrowheads were already stained with flames, gleaming with a dangerous light. With each twang of the bowstring, the arrows, like flaming meteors, streaked across the night sky, hurtling towards the horde of corpses.
Wu Fangming and Chuanliu quickly joined the battle.
In a few swift movements, Wu Fangming leaped down from the watchtower, drew his long sword, and instantly plunged into the fierce battle on the front lines. His swordsmanship was sharp, and each swing precisely weakened the corpses' offensive.
Meanwhile, Chuanliu stood guard on the watchtower, his every bow and arrow shot accurate, providing long-range support for the team.
Despite their large numbers and frenzied state, the corpses were unable to break through the defenses against the guardians' resistance, and could only wander around the perimeter, letting out desperate roars.
However, at that moment, screams of agony suddenly came from the distant defensive line.
Everyone's heart tightened suddenly. Wu Fangming quickly realized that the situation was not good. He looked around and found that because the firepower was too concentrated in the central area, several zombies had taken advantage of the chaos to sneak into the weak points of the outer defense line and successfully ambushed a guard, attempting to break through the defense line.
He quickly organized the team, dividing the personnel into two groups. One group continued to hold the central defense line and resist the oncoming zombies. The other group quickly moved to the edge defense line to provide support and intercept the zombies that had broken through the outer perimeter.
Under his command, the defenders quickly adjusted their tactics, launching a pincer attack from both inside and outside, and fought back fiercely, repelling the offensive one by one.
As the battle continued, the number of corpses gradually declined, and their cries, which were initially frenzied and noisy, gradually weakened until they were almost inaudible.
Finally, after a long and fierce battle, the sounds of fighting on the border gradually subsided and eventually disappeared completely.
After the battle, a deathly silence enveloped the battlefield, and the air was thick with the stench of blood.
The guards sat or lay down, panting heavily from exhaustion, their faces covered in sweat and blood. Some had tattered clothes, revealing cuts or tears in their skin; others clutched their wounds tightly, their brows furrowed, yet they uttered not a sound; still others had fainted from the severity of their injuries and blood loss.
Looking around, the corpses of the undead were everywhere. Some lay on the fence, their bodies twisted and deformed; others lay outside the border, becoming silent witnesses to this battle; still others broke through the defenses, only to fall at the feet of the guards.
Wu Fangming stood in the center of the battlefield, his gaze sweeping over the devastated land, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
These corpses were once human, but they became victims of the interests of Plum Blossom City.
He quickly rallied the remaining defenders and began clearing the battlefield. At the same time, he laid his fallen comrades on level ground and planned to bury them in a suitable place when the opportunity arose.
As the cleanup of the battlefield drew to a close, a faint glimmer of dawn began to appear on the horizon.
Dawn is breaking.
The soft light pierced the depths of the night, gently caressing the weary bodies of the guardians, like the delicate care of nature, offering them a touch of comfort.
Chuanliu involuntarily looked up towards the east, where the sky, gradually being brightened by the morning light, seemed to be silently remembering everything that had happened that night.
Resistance, sacrifice, and victory.
A complex mix of emotions welled up within her.
Perhaps it was the shock of life and death...
The City of Blocks has just weathered its first crisis. What will happen next? What will it be like then?
Unwilling to linger in this atmosphere of uncertainty, she didn't wait for Wu Fangming to say anything, simply greeted him, and turned to leave.
Wu Fangming will report the final outcome of this battle in detail at the afternoon meeting with the senior management of Cube City.
I came to the Cube Building once again.
A sense of melancholy arose in Chuanliu's heart. Without the specific clue of "Joker," he felt like an office worker, going back and forth between home and the Cube Building almost every day.
Without further progress, she will never be able to get out.
An idea became clearer in her mind—to go to Plum City, which was most closely associated with both "Joker" and the WD Investigation Bureau, and conduct an in-depth investigation.
Another meeting.
Wu Fangming and the leaders of Cube City sat down together to analyze the battle situation and losses of last night, and to discuss strategies on how to deal with the threat of the zombies.
Chuanliu stood by as a listener, saying nothing throughout.
Just as the meeting room was immersed in a discussion, a sudden "ding" sound rang out, like the final note of a triangle at the end of a piece of music, instantly silencing the room.
Everyone's eyes turned to the elevator door that had suddenly opened.
A strange man was standing inside the elevator.
Judging from his attire, the man should be one of the security guards of the Cube Building, but it's unclear why he suddenly appeared here.
His face was as pale as paper, and his eyes revealed an undeniable weakness.
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