Chapter 390:

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