You were supposed to hoard supplies, why the heck did you hoard zombies!

Chapter 263 Battlefield

The wind howled fiercely on the rooftop.

As the deep autumn approached, the temperature had gradually become bleak, and the cold air sneaking through the gaps into his clothes finally snapped Ding Zhixiong out of his daze.@@@@

The leader of the second group, who had accompanied him up, immediately showed concern and said,

"Brother Xiong, are you alright?"

Ding Zhixiong shook his head slightly.

But his gaze was still fixed on the huge armored truck in the distance.

With the unexpected appearance of this armored vehicle, the ordinary-looking overpass had gradually taken on a different scene, with more and more unexpected things appearing in his sight.

Following the gaze past the armored truck that had half of its body hanging off the overpass, all the way to the right.

He soon discovered a mass of congested and piled-up car wrecks.

They were indeed trucks this time.

But whether it was their monstrous size or the camouflage paint that was almost the same as the armored vehicles at a glance, there was no doubt about the identity of these trucks.

Just like the armored truck, these trucks also belonged to the Shenzhou Army's military vehicles.

Yet now, they were pressed together like train carriages.

No sign of any people was visible.

For some reason, Ding Zhixiong felt a sudden sense of loss, perhaps because the sliver of hope hidden in his heart had finally shattered in the face of the reality before him.

He suddenly felt a strong urge to take his men up to the overpass to see what had happened.

Why had the military suffered a complete defeat at this place?

Were there any other survivors?

With this thought, he no longer hesitated, "Go, get everyone ready for battle."

"Let's go up and take a look."

The second group leader was startled upon hearing this and said,

"Brother Xiong, do you mean to go up the highway and take a look?"

"But there..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Ding Zhixiong had already turned and walked down the stairwell, not giving him the chance to object.

The man hesitated for a long time with an expression that seemed to hold back words, but eventually, he picked up the walkie-talkie and said,

"Get ready for battle."

"Head to the highway."

After speaking, he quickly followed suit.

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A mix of yellow, white, and red burst from the incision in the head, and the body below immediately lost strength and slumped to the ground.

Another zombie, having used the time its companion died to nearly crawl out, was instantly cut in half by a waist-high slash.

The head rolled away.

With the death of these two zombies, the noise from under the vehicle abruptly ceased, and the surroundings returned to a silence punctuated by faint noises.

The chaotic road surface and the visible bones everywhere gave the entire highway an aura of death.

Occasional sounds would instantly put everyone on high alert.

New zombies were coming.

Fortunately, these zombies were also separated from each other by the car wreckages, which resembled connected trenches.

The number of zombies that lunged at Ding Zhixiong and the others each time was not many.

At times there were as few as two or three.

And at most, there were just under a dozen, quickly becoming corpses on the ground with the coordination between their shields and knives.

Unnoticed, more than an hour had passed.

The toll booth behind them had completely disappeared from everyone's sight, cleanly hidden behind layers of wreckage, leaving only a few gloomy outlines in their line of sight.

In front of them lay devastation.

Broken bodies and scattered shell casings were everywhere.

When the group climbed over the debris blocking the way and finally saw the armored vehicle hanging off the edge of the highway, everyone was stunned by the scene before them.

Looking down from here, there were bodies in camouflage uniforms almost everywhere.

A rough estimate put the number at least in the hundreds.

There were even two bodies in the same uniform twisted together, one with a knife that had been pushed straight into his comrade's neck; yet this would-be fatal attack seemed to have had no effect.

The other's teeth were still tearing open his throat.

Blood soaked the uniform below.

"Mutated corpses?"

"Even in the army, there was mutation?"

Ding Zhixiong's gaze was vacant as he murmured, slowly shifting his eyes to other bodies around.

The fallen, almost all with ferocious and horrifying features.

Despite the bloodstains on their bodies, bullet holes were clearly visible.

At the same time, their heads were all turned in the same direction as if chasing something before death, very eerie.

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