I Was Born In The Underworld Chapter 395: 00,000 level, plague

? Panshan Base.

Desperation and terror have spread.

The army of endless corpses has not moved forward for three days, but the number of low-level rotting corpses is constantly increasing.

Those alien races drove the slave-like low-level carrion corpses, and were thrown into the army of cannon fodder while howling in pain. The monsters within hundreds of miles were all converging here, gradually forming a billowing giant wave.

"Three days ago, the number was only about four million."

Wu Ze held a binoculars and stood on the viewing platform to observe: "But now, it is almost close to eight million."

The densely packed carrion heads are formed from points to lines, and from lines to planes...

The entire land was covered with a layer of darkness, almost without any gaps. In just three days, more than one million carrion cannon fodder were driven to the forefront of the team every day.

They are unconscious.

They are controlled by a more powerful mind.

They howled, moved unconsciously, and with the cruel desire for flesh and blood, they stood in the endless army of corpses and howled to the sky.

In two days, the number of rotting corpse monsters may reach ten million! !

"Ten million."

Wu Ze put down the binoculars, and slowly spit out these three words.

This number is like a mountain, crushing the hope in everyone's heart. What kind of concept is a wave of 10 million corpses? ?

Even if you fight those rotting corpse monsters standing up, you may not be able to kill them with machine guns for three days and three nights. The corpses will pile up into mountains to fill up the moat, and a mountain of corpses will be piled up to flatten the city walls. .

Wu Ze turned around and asked a guard beside him: "The generals in those conference rooms are still arguing and discussing?"

The tide of endless rolling corpses is overwhelming.

The generals at the Panshan Base were all panicked, and there was endless debate in the conference room, with everyone holding their own opinions.

Some people think that an attack should be launched immediately, and before the tide of corpses approaches the city, they should use weapons of mass destruction, such as incendiary bombs, to bombard them first.

But there are also people who think that such a move is too reckless. If the horde of corpses attack ahead of schedule, there may be even greater variables, and without knowing what the opponent's hole card is, a large number of kills are wasted **** weapon.

Some people choose to fight to the death.

Someone wants to preserve their power and retreat from the Panshan base in time.

The entire meeting room was in chaos, and no one could keep calm in the face of the almost desperate tide of corpses.

"Yes..."

"The generals are still working on strategies."

The messenger said with some shame, and at the same time asked expectantly: "Lord Wu Ze, will the reinforcements you mentioned really come?"

Reinforcements.

The Panshan base is like a person about to drown, even if it is a straw, he wants to grab it.

Wu Ze brought hope. For the first time, the Panshan base knew that there was a group of fortresses like the "Dawn Alliance", and there was also the newly established Fortress of Justice, a steel city wall specially cast to fight against the tide of corpses. .

"It will come."

"It will definitely come."

Wu Ze's tone was extremely firm: "Now, what we lack the most is time. It will take at least five days for the reinforcements to arrive here. Can the Panshan base last until that time..."

Wu Ze didn't continue.

The number of rotting corpse tides is about to reach its peak, and everything proves that there is a "commander" with extremely high IQ in the corpse tide who is manipulating everything.

They were not in a hurry, and slowly accumulated their own strength, obviously attaching great importance to the Panshan base, and when this strength accumulated to a certain level, it would become a flood of destruction and wash away the entire base.

"Hold on."

"Go and tell the commander and generals that the Dawn Alliance will definitely come to rescue, and then we will be in a race against time."

Wu Ze's voice became more and more firm, and the messenger also nodded heavily. I don't know why Wu Ze's image has become so tall at this time.

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One day, two days...

The endless army of corpses is overwhelming, but they are more patient than anyone else, and the number of rotting corpse monsters has finally reached the order of tens of millions.

The atmosphere in the Panshan base was extremely suppressed, and a plague made it worse, causing the refugee survivors in the city to be infected to varying degrees.

The hospital is already overcrowded.

A large number of patients have symptoms of general fever, loss of consciousness, and constant hemoptysis.

Some people's bodies even produced slight mutations. As their consciousness gradually became blurred, the horrific signs of rotting corpses appeared. Their nails gradually became black, hard and sharp, and their teeth became miscellaneous and sharp.

Fortunately, one year has passed in the end of the world, and people are more or less able to withstand the virus. They are not transformed into rotting corpses in a few minutes like in the beginning, but this time is delayed to several hours or even more than a few days.

Boom! !

A military officer held a pistol and directly smashed the head of a patient.

The patient is already unconscious and is about to mutate into a rotting corpse. In order to avoid infecting more people, he can only be "cured" with bullets.

"How could this be?"

"Although the rate of mutation is slow, why are there large numbers of refugees infected with the virus?"

An officer was so angry that he jumped to his feet and questioned the researchers in the hospital. Although he knew that this incident had nothing to do with them, the plague obviously pushed the Panshan base to the brink of collapse.

"In the air, the virus factor is too dense."

"Originally, there were not so many virus factors in our air, but in the past week..." A certain air quality inspector's forehead was covered with fine sweat, and the virus content in the air had exceeded the standard by dozens of times .

No detection required.

You only need to look up at the clouds that are polluted into dark brown to know how dense the virus is.

Millions of rotten corpses! !

That's more than 10 million rotting corpses.

They are more than 20 kilometers away, and they will spew out a large number of germs every time they breathe. Although the roar of a single carrion corpse does not transmit many viruses, the total of ten million monsters together can produce A qualitative change has occurred, which has caused the number of viruses in the air to seriously exceed the standard by tens or hundreds of times~IndoMTL.com~The order continues. "

"All survivors, go home, or go to a place as closed as possible, and close the doors and windows."

"Order again, all those who are unconscious will be...killed."

The chief reluctantly said that the transfer of a large number of soldiers at this time would make the defense of the city worse. A large number of civilians were polluted by the plague, which made the base even more precarious. Now there is no time to slowly treat it.

Those seriously injured patients can only blame their lack of adaptability, one treatment, one bullet.

Boom, boom, boom! !

Gunshots rang out in the base.

The man who was unable to support his body despite all his strength had a hole in his head and fell to the ground.

The mother with a high fever and unconsciousness was shot in the head and the child in her arms still couldn't understand what "death" meant.

All of a sudden, the base was full of wailing. Those soldiers were not ruthless. Enduring the tears in their eyes, they forcibly smashed their kindness and dignity, and pulled the trigger to kill those seriously infected with the plague one by one.

Compatriots.

We are killing our own people.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry!!"

"Ahhhh!!"

Finally, a soldier couldn't take it anymore, and after shooting and killing a girl who was powerless to beg for mercy, he roared hysterically, picked up the gun and pulled the trigger on his own head.

Blood splatters.

The surrounding companions, former comrades-in-arms, have moist eye sockets and bloodshot eyeballs.

This... **** end times.