Chapter 373: New Plan

Amoeba Worm Instance World, day 26, 12:01 PM.

High Tower.

A defense line stretching 140 kilometers encircles the High Tower like an iron ring.

Tens of thousands of machine guns and artillery pieces scatter across the position, roaring.

On the sandbags, exhausted soldiers fire numb, aimed shots, blowing the heads off the sprinting zombies.

From the initial exhilaration of counterattacking the zombie tide, to later heart-pounding fear, to now numbness.

In eight days.

This offensive line, or rather the 'Peeling Plan,' has preliminarily taken shape.

On the battlefield, the air reeks; rotting zombie corpses ooze brown corpse fluid under the scorching heat.

Under the blazing sun, the melting speed is unusually fast.

The sky-full of flies are like a black swarm.

Unexpected yet not unexpected.

The 700-million-strong zombie army loyal to the High Tower stands motionless; only when troops draw near do they detach a portion to charge at humans.

Lure, divide, annihilate.

After realizing that zombies would not launch a full-scale attack, the commanders Gao Tian and Cosman simply launched the 【Peeling】 plan.

As the name suggests, they intend to eliminate the zombies layer by layer, like peeling an onion.

Under a bold, nearly crazy strategy, a massive force of 17 million people, dispersed into lines encircling the High Tower, advances layer by layer.

Such a daring act even made Lin An break out in a cold sweat.

As long as the High Tower's zombies do not pour out en masse.

No, even if only a tenth of their number attacks one point, the dispersed line will instantly be torn open.

Fortunately, this has not happened over such a long time.

It really is just like a tower defense game.

As long as they are not wantonly provoked, the zombies will remain motionless at the High Tower.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Gunfire rang out rhythmically; a boy with a youthful face lay on the sandbag, picking off the rushing small zombie groups one by one like shooting balloons.

Beside him, the assigned veteran glanced at him approvingly, then licked his chapped lips.

"Luo Bing, you kid, your marksmanship is not bad."

"One shot, one kill."

The boy holding a bolt-action rifle grinned, fine sweat on his forehead sliding down his chin.

"Uncle Wang, I like killing zombies."

The boy named Luo Bing, originally the son of a slave, voluntarily enlisted for the front lines after complete emancipation.

He did not want to transport supplies, even though transporting supplies is safe.

Uncle Wang's face broke into a wrinkled smile.

He really likes this little guy; if his own son hadn't died, he'd probably be about this big.

The two chatted off and on.

Although the sun is vicious, the fighting is harsh.

On the position, 'soldiers' often sacrifice.

Especially the squads responsible for luring out zombies, whose death rate is shockingly high.

Yet every face is filled with hopeful smiles.

The zombie horde at the High Tower's core vanished a layer at a visible speed, although there are still many, many.

But everyone believes that wiping out this zombie horde is merely a matter of time.

All of humanity seemed injected with a stimulant, each person awakening from the initial bewilderment.

Everyone, faces full of anticipation, enjoys the beautiful life after eliminating the zombies.

Besides food being insufficient, I heard that food supplies will last only half a month.

Drinking water is fine; a unit found an underground river, solving the urgent need.

But half a month...

We should be able to wipe out the zombies, right?

Missiles, fuel-air explosives, various heavy weapons haven't been used yet...

Behind him, a burst of bell jingling rang.

A light, solemn female voice:

"God loves mankind!"

The soldiers on the position, upon hearing it, instinctively turned in unison, then respectfully shouted loudly:

"God loves mankind!"

"Lin An!"

Luo Bing clung to his rifle, eyes shining with spirit.

Upon seeing the person beside the Ling An Teaching priest, he couldn't help but his heart race.

It was Lord Gao Tian!

The daily noon brainwashing.

Once each in the morning, noon, and evening.

The rapidly growing Ling An sect, with deserved speed, annexed all sects of this world.

Under the intentional guidance of Kosman and Gao Tian, the selected priests appear daily on the front lines to preach to everyone.

In the doctrine, Lin An is proclaimed as the divine envoy who saves humanity, while Gao Tian, Zhang Tie, and others are the guardians beneath the divine spirits.

Luo Bing's breathing was rapid, he was extremely excited.

He who came out of the Polaka Safe Zone personally witnessed that miracle, let alone Lin An's speech afterward which abolished his slave status.

Young, simple.

Under heightened emotions, over half of humanity has already been converted into fanatics.

The soldiers on the front line fanatically stood in a row, right hand extended in a hollow grip, eyes fixed unblinkingly on Gao Tian walking beside the altar.

No one knows who invented this exclusive action; they deliberately imitate Lin An, as if it could give them power.

Lin An!

Gao Tian responded somewhat unnaturally.

Tens of thousands of fanatical gazes made his scalp tingle.

Fortunately, he has already adapted somewhat...

It must be said that this group of priests' abilities are outstanding; the effect of their guidance and propaganda is excellent.

Gao Tian came out to patrol, to prevent any accidents, and incidentally to boost morale.

The food shortage is severe.

Fortunately, the strategy changed, not like before where everyone was supposed to press forward in attack. After limited supply to frontline soldiers, food reserves can barely hold on for a while.

Upon seeing a face, Luo Bing's relatively young face, Gao Tian couldn't help but smile at him friendly.

How is the battle situation?

After seeing the legendary existence nod at him, Luo Bing couldn't help but tightly grip his rifle, his whole body trembling with excitement.

Lord Lin An's subordinate, Lord Gao Tian smiled at me!

He also asked me a question!

He held his head high, chest out, his voice trembling yet proud as he loudly reported:

"761st Combat Squad, soldier Luo Bing, reporting!"

"I didn't waste ammunition! I killed a total of 27 zombies!"

Gao Tian glanced at the youth somewhat unexpectedly, couldn't help but praise:

"Well done, at this pace we'll soon achieve victory!"

Upon hearing the praise, Luo Bing felt tears about to spill.

He replied loudly with a trembling voice:

"All glory belongs to Ling An!"

The standard Ling An sect reverent response, for a moment the long front line echoed with the same shout repeatedly.

"All glory belongs to Ling An!"

Perhaps the voice was too loud, perhaps another wave of zombies rushed out.

Unlike the previous small groups of zombies, this time the zombies that rushed out were noticeably more numerous.

The soldiers with their backs to the battle line had not yet come to their senses, only seeing Gao Tian suddenly draw a composite bow from behind his back.

"Prepare for battle!"