Amid the blaring alarms, the soldiers in the rear panicked, as memories of previous explosive rounds flooded back, filling them with the urge to flee. However, Cormac had already imposed martial law. Four or five fierce-looking soldiers armed with submachine guns stood on the jeeps at the back, ready to shoot anyone who dared flee.The defensive soldiers in the front quickly responded. Under Yosef's skilled command, three tall and thick earth walls were summoned. At the same time, four or five layers of thick qi shields covered the airspace above the battalion, sealing off the 50 meters of space in front of them.Moreover, they unleashed a barrage of long-range attacks aimed directly at the incoming fireballs. Although hitting the fast and small targets was difficult, quantity made up for precision. The fireballs might dodge 10 attacks, but they only needed to be struck once to explode, stopping the gray flames and the rotting flesh mid-air.Six of the sixteen fireballs were intercept
In a temporary tent, the allied forces of both sides were meeting. The commanders and leaders wore grim expressions, and many looked exhausted.Sunny Hills was once again nearly out of ammunition, with only about 10,000 rounds left. By 7 p.m., they would likely have nothing left to shoot.At that moment, Cormac turned to Memphis and asked:"Brother Jackman, I need to purchase more ammunition. What terms do you propose?"His patience was wearing thin. If it hadn’t been for the appearance of the Explosion Types, they could have spread out their forces and effectively wiped out the zombies. Perhaps they wouldn’t have been pushed back so quickly. But these absurd monsters had appeared, ruining all their plans and forcing them into a defensive retreat, step by step, toward defeat.Not only that, but in the two hours that had passed, he had fully devoted himself to fending off the evolved zombies, only managing to earn 700 experience points—a painfully slow leveling rate that left him incre
Cormac’s tone was firm, as if refusing to allow any further negotiation. But Memphis was a master manipulator, and he knew he could still push for a better deal. However, even if the bullets ended up with Cormac, it was as good as them staying with his own soldiers. So Memphis smiled and said:"Good, deal done. We also need a supply of baseball bats, machetes, various first- and second-tier skills... And we need a number of trucks, pickup trucks, and refrigerated vehicles... and so on."Cormac gritted his teeth, ultimately deciding to sell off more of his resources.If they won this battle, he’d regain it all. If they lost, there would be nothing l
If things became too difficult, he could even abandon the current mission, retreat from Sunny Hills, accept a three-level demotion, and slowly rebuild his strength later.He had been backed into a corner. Seizing a chance for survival was the only path forward.And once Memphis was dead, he could claim the beautiful woman at his side...Cormac licked his lips in anticipation, while Nicky carefully suggested:"First Leader, should we leave the Second Leader behind to guard the camp?" Seeing Memphis not arguing back as he usually did, Wallflower felt somewhat comforted. While keeping her eyes on the road, she slowly began to explain:"Their plan is essentially identical to the one you discussed with Nicky, except that Tobin will be the one staying behind to guard instead of Graham, and the location will be closer to Sunny Hills, not midway."Memphis raised an eyebrow. It seemed Nicky was trustworthy enough, not someone who would suddenly turn on him.Why would Memphis trust the guy just based on a few promises and a vial of fake poison? Normally, Memphis would find it hard to trust anyone, but with Wallflower's fourth-tier Insight, he had lApocalypse System: How To Destroy My Resources? Chapter 393:
Watching them leave, Tobin squinted, then called over another trusted subordinate and ordered:"Pass down the orders from the First Leader and Second Leader. All soldiers under their command must immediately turn in their weapons for inspection and maintenance, in preparation for the final battle."He paused, then added with a malicious tone:"Also, tell them to drink plenty of water from the supply truck that just arrived. Drink a lot, it’s mineral water. Once the intense battle starts, there won’t be any time to drink."The subordinate didn’t
At the same time, snow began to fall around them, soon turning into a blizzard. Each flake that touched the members of Sunny Hills caused them to shiver uncontrollably. Muscles tightened, and teeth chattered from the bitter cold.However, the snow evaporated before even touching Cormac, dissipating into thin mist. Though unaffected physically, Cormac’s fury only grew as he shouted coldly:“Shoot him!”At Cormac’s command, the dozen or so men around him all drew their guns, unloading a barrage of bullets toward Memphis. The storm of metal rained down on the ice barrier, chipping away at it, embedding deep into its surface. Some bullets s
Cormac let out a weary breath, drained from using up a significant portion of his potential points. But as he looked at the scene before him, a chilling dread welled up inside."An illusion? A decoy? An ambush?"He quickly realized something was terribly wrong, and the urge to flee surged within him. The enemy had taunted him, luring him into wasting many attacks. This had all been a ploy to distract and deplete his energy while setting up an ambush around him.He had already used up nearly a third of his stamina and mental power. Having lost the element of surprise, he was now in the worst possible position—vulnerable to an enemy lurking in the shadows.