398: Resident Evil 2

As Tianquan's orders were relayed, the entire base began to bustle.

The Super Legion's mech units began to assemble, and high-altitude airships were loading supplies and preparing for departure.

Bai Yan stood in front of the large screen in the Commander Center, watching the data constantly fluctuate, and let out a long sigh of relief.

The base's production capacity had reached its limit, and they needed time to maintain the balance of the war.

The first batch of venomous zombies had already infiltrated the ordinary zombie hordes and were approaching Point Number One along the main transportation routes.

On the third day since Point Number One was established, Qiu Qian had already set up a temporary Commander Post.

Over 50,000 personnel were absorbed, and after a round of firepower cleansing by the Alliance, Point Number One, utilizing the lull in attacks, constructed a circular defense line extending six kilometers.

Inside the circular defense line, various combat supplies transported from the base were piled up.

With the base's long-range firepower support and material support, a large number of people chose to stay; they had no choice, as escape was impossible.

Within twenty-four hours, the trench layout of the defense line had been dug out, with crisscrossing trenches primarily to prevent the opponent's Nitrogen Bomb bombardment.

A large number of covered artillery pieces were put in place, and Point Number One quickly entered combat readiness.

Armory airships appeared in the sky, providing high-altitude precision firepower delivery and covering regional communication guarantees.

As long as the relay communication power was strong enough, the communication shielding caused by magnetic storm zombies would be weakened.

“Team Leader Qiu, the artillery has been deployed.

Each artillery piece is equipped with three gunners, and current ammunition reserves can cover an area within ten kilometers outside the defense line.”

“Understood.

Ten kilometers out, the Alliance's missiles are there.

Pass down the order: no one is to leave the trenches.

We must hold this position until the zombie defense line at Linshan collapses.

Only when the Alliance pushes the defense line to our point do we have hope of survival.”

“Understood, Team Leader Qiu.”

Qiu Qian stood on the temporary watchtower, with smoke billowing in front of her.

The defense line was located on a plain, essentially without natural defenses, but this also meant that the enemy's attack would also be without any cover.

Zombies could only rely on tiered assaults to conquer this defense line.

Trenches, two meters deep, twisted and turned like giant dragons coiling on the earth.

Scattered bunkers dotted the landscape.

Inside the defense line were rows of tents.

At this moment, a hurried footsteps sound came from inside a tent, and a soldier ran in frantically, shouting, “Team Leader Qiu, large numbers of zombies are approaching the defense line five kilometers out!

It looks like they intend to take our point in one go!”

Qiu Qian's expression was serious; the base's firepower support was very strained.

News had just arrived that zombies had also landed on the base's southeastern coastline, so firepower support fighters would not be able to come.

“Don't panic.

Pass down the order for the artillery unit to strike the middle of the zombie horde with high-explosive shells.

We need to make them unable to support each other, preventing them from forming an effective concentrated charge.

At the same time, set up a fire line with incendiary bombs about one kilometer from the defense line.

Not many zombies will be able to break through the two layers of artillery fire, so there's no need to conserve ammunition when the first defense line engages.”

“Yes!”

As the order was quickly relayed, the entire Point Number One immediately entered combat status.

Robots carried by the artillery quickly adjusted the artillery's angle and ammunition type; high-explosive and incendiary shells were successively loaded into the breeches.

“Artillery unit ready!”

“First defense line, take combat positions!”

Reports from various units sounded one after another.

Qiu Qian stood on the watchtower, observing the distant zombie horde through binoculars.

They were like a black tide, slowly surging towards the defense line.

Although still far away, the oppressive feeling was already palpable.

“Fire!”

As Qiu Qian gave the order, the artillery pieces of the artillery unit roared in unison.

High-explosive shells exploded among the zombie horde, instantly knocking over swathes of zombies.

Incendiary shells drew fiery red arcs in the air, landing in front of the zombie horde, forming a blazing fire line.

The zombie horde experienced a brief moment of chaos under the artillery bombardment.

At this time, some highly venomous zombies were mixed within the horde; after being subjected to artillery fire, they self-destructed, and plumes of dark green smoke instantly spread out.

“First defense line, open fire!”

Qiu Qian ordered again, and the machine guns and rifles on the defense line roared in unison, forming a dense network of firepower.

The zombies at the forefront fell one after another, while those behind them continued to advance over the bodies of their companions.

These toxic mists, like the tentacles of a demon, rose into the sky with the rising currents from the incendiary bombs, intertwining with the clouds to form an eerie dark mass.

Another part, as the air currents descended, slowly spread outwards, silently enveloping the entire battlefield like a kiss of death.

Qiu Qian stood on the watchtower, her gaze piercing through the smoke and fire, fixed on the constantly spreading toxic mists.

A deep sense of dread appeared in her eyes.

The battle had entered a white-hot stage, with smoke and fire everywhere on the defense line.

The sound of automatic weapons firing and the roars of zombies intertwined.

This wave of zombie attacks lasted for over three hours.

When the last zombie fell, the battlefield was already a mess.

The open ground in front was piled high with zombie corpses, stacked layer upon layer, forming small hills.

However, just then, a small number of zombies rushed to the vicinity of the defense line.

Instead of being struck down like other zombies, they suddenly self-destructed mid-air.

Immediately, the air was filled with a pungent, acrid smell.

Personnel on the defense line quickly covered their mouths and noses, but they could still feel the toxic gas infiltrating their bodies through their fingers.

These personnel were all warriors who had been injected with the Superpower Potion, and they originally possessed a certain level of toxin resistance.

However, under the erosion of this toxic mist, their bodies still showed discomfort.

Some began to cough, vomit, and even showed signs of fainting.

Qiu Qian immediately ordered a rotation of personnel, attempting to evacuate those more deeply poisoned to a safe area for treatment.

However, when the personnel in the foremost defense line trenches withdrew, their faces had already turned bluish-black, clearly indicating severe poisoning.

Some even collapsed on the ground during the withdrawal and never got up again.

Zhu Qing's voice came through the earpiece: “Team Leader Qiu, highly venomous zombies are starting to appear in the zombie horde.

The brothers on the front line are all poisoned.”

“I know.

Tell everyone to hold on; I've already sent the message back to the base,” Qiu Qian replied.

Just then, a mech appeared in the sky and slowly descended.

Qiu Qian rushed to meet it.

The mech's cockpit opened, and a middle-aged man stepped out.