Chapter 287 A String of Numbers, Acceptable Losses, and a Brutal Killing Field for Ordinary People

"This is?"

Tiexiong looked at the innocent and cute little boy, his bright and clear eyes flashing, but he said incredible things.

"I see."

The Smiling Buddha nodded.

The aloof Buddha obeyed the instructions of this little boy.

"Brother Tetsuo."

"We'll rest here today. Is there any inconvenience?"

The Smiling Buddha showed a kind smile, while Tie Xiong showed an expression of disbelief. After knowing the situation here, the other party actually chose to stay? ?

Crazy?

"Are you...serious?"

"You should know the number of fish monster tides."

"If you stay here today, it means you will be attacked by a million-level beast tide!!"

Tie Xiong's face was solemn.

This kind of joke is not allowed. The entire outpost and fortress is determined to die and cannot tolerate others making fun of it.

"whee!"

"Dad, I will definitely do what I say~~"

"I'll leave the rest to you, little fat uncle Jin Teeth..."

Zero once again showed an innocent expression, but there was a hint of command that could not be refuted in his words.

There is no room for doubt in what Yang Feng said.

in addition.

The little boy's attitude towards the Smiling Buddha also surprised Tie Xiong.

Fat guy with gold teeth?

This slightly insulting and joking name, even if it was uttered by a child, is still extremely disrespectful to Buddha.

"Master Ling, I know~"

The Smiling Buddha showed no trace of anger. Instead, he addressed Ling as Master, smiling in a humble and flattering manner.

This look shocked Tiexiong even more.

What is the origin of this zero? ?

How scary would his so-called father's identity be?

Millions of fish monster corpses are approaching, but these people are not afraid at all. Are they arrogant or really confident?

"All right."

"Open the door."

"Get them into the outpost."

Tiexiong waved his hand and asked his subordinates to open the extremely heavy door, and the convoy slowly entered the interior of the fortress, attracting the attention of many soldiers.

Rescue?

Are these people a rescue force?

But the number of people was probably too small, not more than a hundred people in total.

Not only that...the rescue team did not bring any advanced equipment, but instead had many aberrant evolvers.

"What are you looking at!!"

"Go back and prepare ammunition and weapons!!"

Tie Xiong scolded and suppressed the small commotion, and the surrounding soldiers also withdrew their curious gazes and began to make final preparations.

Look carefully.

Inside the outpost fortress, the exhausted soldiers' eyes were lifeless, and their whole bodies were like numb zombies.

Wipe the barrel.

Near the condensation tank, the replacement gun barrels were shiny with oil.

Humanity has become more and more experienced in fighting against zombie hordes.

Numb protracted fighting will cause the barrel to become hot and explode, and the cooling water and spare barrels prepared in advance are to deal with this situation.

The gun...is your lover.

The gun...is your life.

One year after the outbreak of the apocalypse, every warrior has experienced countless battles.

Almost all soldiers regard maintaining their weapons as their top priority, and it is also the only thing that can give you a sense of security on the battlefield.

"Loading completed."

"Magazine full."

"There's nothing wrong with the ammo box."

The soldiers made a final inspection, then skillfully disassembled their firearms, wiped the dust, applied a layer of oil paint, and then assembled them skillfully.

I have to say.

The apocalypse has forced them all to become veterans of many battles.

Look towards the front of the outpost again.

There are countless densely packed traps, mines are buried under the soft ground, thorn nets hanging with meat threads cover the ground, and there are also some gasoline incendiary bombs that have been set up long ago.

A team of several hundred people was ready to go.

They formed a steel-like defense line, but even with such complete preparations, everyone knew the final outcome.

die.

Death is the final outcome.

There are too many.

The maximum endurance limit of a team of several hundred people is to deal with a tide of tens of thousands of beasts.

How many monsters can one person kill?

Ten heads.

One hundred heads.

Or a thousand heads?

Even if it occupies a geographical advantage.

Even with modern weapons.

It is obviously a miracle that one person can kill hundreds of monsters.

The tide of millions of fish monsters is far beyond the limit that the outpost can bear. Even if all the monsters stand and let them kill, they will only die of exhaustion in the end.

"Papa Monarch!!"

"Why do these people, knowing they will die, still stay here?"

Ling sat back in the luxurious Rolls-Royce and asked Yang Feng with confusion on his face, unable to figure out the reason.

Why?

The desire to live is the most basic desire.

Survival is the most basic need of all living things.

Especially for deformed cancer cells, they will proliferate indefinitely in order to survive, and they will continue to reproduce in order to survive.

but.

Many weak humans are very stupid.

They would actually give up their lives and do something meaningless.

For example...the warriors in front of them have no meaning in resisting the tide of fish monsters. They can only kill tens of thousands of monsters at most.

"Why don't they run?"

"Take those weapons and resources, and then return to Panlong Base, won't it be easy to deal with it?"

Zero asked naively. Compared with fighting to the death, retreat should be the best option.

Panlong Base.

The entire wall is covered with modern weapons.

Phalanx, electromagnetic guns, laser guns, and various newly developed weapons. Now it is no problem to deal with millions of beasts.

Why sacrifice these innocent people? ?

"Humans are such creatures."

Yang Feng looked through the window at the tired and desperate soldiers outside the window.

Lively lives.

They all have their own names.

But... it's different on the battlefield.

Numbers.

These soldiers, in the eyes of the cold and cruel commanders in the rear, became a string of numbers.

100 soldiers.

200 soldiers.

300 or 400 soldiers.

They all became a string of numbers on the battlefield, indicating the number of soldiers.

"A sentry tower fortress can be sacrificed."

"Hundreds of soldiers can also be sacrificed."

"They are only a small part of the entire battle situation. It's not worth mentioning if they are abandoned."

"Besides, these people can play their last pass and can support for a period of time, consuming a large number of enemies."

"This is already a great profit for the commander."

Yang Feng's tone seemed to become cold and ruthless.

If you look at the entire battlefield, what are the lives of hundreds of soldiers? ?

Fresh lives... For the commander, they are just a string of numbers that can be sacrificed, a small part of the loss that can be borne.

Battlefield meat grinder.

Cruel killing field.

The end of the world in the eyes of ordinary people is so cruel and so ruthless.