Chapter 402: On the Eve of the City Defense

Long'an Base.

Base soldiers in groups were drilling the impending zombie tide attack.

A towering black spirit-energy tower stood straight ahead of the center.

Soldiers in charge of feeding threw zombie corpses one after another into the spirit-energy tower; pure spirit-energy flowed like water into the defense towers on the walls.

In total there were four defense towers, two placed on the front wall under the greatest pressure, the remaining two built on the left and right sides.

Its shape somewhat resembled a light prism from sci-fi constructs; as streams of spirit-energy surged in, the top rotated and flashed with various colors of spirit-energy.

On the approximately 20-meter-high city wall were etched unknown black patterns.

The spirit-energy wall made of dark crystal showed almost no trace of joints.

The smooth outer wall was like a textured mirror.

A miracle of construction.

The engineer in charge of planning the base construction, filled with emotion, led the team onto the wall and couldn't help but feel the smooth outer wall.

With the help of the Rule Lands, these walls sprang up like bamboo shoots after rain.

Extremely hard, comparable to alloy.

Under fire from large-caliber rifles, bullets could only leave slight dents on the wall.

The towering walls encircling three sides gave the base members a strong sense of safety.

"Engineer Liu, how do you think these zombies could climb up?"

"20 meters..."

"I feel even mutants wouldn't find it that easy to climb up."

A somewhat older designer stood beside Liu Shiming, feeling quite emotional.

A height of twenty meters was almost equivalent to seven stories.

Many mortars were set up on the wall, with boxes of ammunition placed beside the firing ports.

Although not many heavy weapons were found in the weapons testing site, after careful planning and arrangement, the whole Long'an Base looked like a ferocious heavily armed fortress.

"They can still get up."

"Don't underestimate the zombies."

Liu Shiming, holding a pen and paper and doodling, didn't lift his head, as if writing something.

"At a height of twenty meters, as long as the zombies build a corpse wall, they can climb up."

"One corpse, ten centimeters thick, two hundred corpses could be stacked up."

"Considering the slope issue, tens of thousands of dead zombies could pile up to form an attack 'platform' level with the wall."

Having said that, he put down his pen and called on base members to set up heavy machine guns in crossfire.

He was somewhat worried.

The zombie tide was huge in number, and several types of siege zombies made him feel anxious.

They lacked means to clear away zombie corpses.

At first someone thought of using fuel to burn the corpses, but this suggestion was quickly rejected.

The black smoke from the burning, before the corpses were fully burned, first smoked out and dazed the base combatants.

Heads bobbed.

An Jing Tian led soldiers onto the wall, carefully planning the defense layout.

"Deploy twenty snipers, distribute them left and right, with crossfire."

"Your task is to snipe the first-level mutants during the assault; remember to coordinate with the Awakened Ones stationed in the defense towers."

"They strike first, you then add damage..."

At the base of the wall, Wen Ya led the logistics members in urgently arranging supplies.

Under continuous combat, stamina must be constantly replenished.

The medics summoned and trained in advance nervously stood in three rows.

Linjiang Academy, although it had no medical department, its members were at least college students.

After drafting some female students from the liberal arts and biology departments to form medical soldiers, although the effect wasn't yet visible, the soldiers fighting on the wall saw their morale rise considerably.

There was no special reason; it was simply because these girls were good-looking.

With spirit-energy nourishment, food was plentiful, and there was little dangerous pressure.

Every base member looked rosy-cheeked, and their physical quality slowly increased each day.

One could even say that, compared to before the apocalypse, the base members' mental outlook is now much stronger.

"Sister Wen Ya, are we really useful?"

A girl in a white uniform spoke up somewhat nervously.

As medical soldiers, they actually didn't quite understand their role.

The enemy is zombies.

If scratched, is there still a need for treatment?

"Yes."

He was speechless, shocked.

Wen Ya, while directing the logistics to prepare food in advance, simply said without turning back:

"Mutants have diverse attack methods; some long-range means carry no virus but cause limb casualties."

"Like the lickers."

"They excel at throwing 'shells'; once soldiers on the wall are wounded, your role comes into play."

The thirty-three medical soldiers, after listening, nodded half-understanding; the boxes they carried were filled with adrenaline and various simple medical supplies.

But Wen Ya had something she didn't say.

These girls are all poor at shooting, and their physical fitness is the worst.

But under Lin An's policy of universal conscription, everyone must be put to use no matter what.

At least, they should get to witness a zombie siege.

The base doesn't keep the unfit; aside from a few elderly, weak, sick, and disabled brought by Zhang Tie, there's really no way to send them to the front.

Almost everyone else has their own combat mission.

Logistics handles material transport.

Fan Bing, moving boxes of ammunition, wearily set down the last box.

The publicity task hasn't begun, but it's already been rehearsed in Colonel Chu's plan.

As an Awakened One lacking real combat ability, she was first assigned to logistics.

Nothing to complain about.

The base is short-staffed; anyone who can be used is put to work.

Long'an Base, with fewer than three thousand people, finds even defending its three walls somewhat strained.

As an Awakened One fitter than ordinary players, since she can't join combat, she naturally assists with work.

Wiping the fine sweat from her forehead, Fan Bing looked around.

Frankly, although she's only been in the base for over twenty days, this time has given her a strong sense of belonging.

The base regulations are very strict, but to some extent they practice true fairness.

Under strict military management, members basically have no conflicts.

Anyone who causes conflict is taken out and shot.

Between departments there is also little disagreement, after all there's nothing worth fighting over.

Supplies are distributed uniformly, with no privileges.

Everything depends on work to earn the base-issued credit points.

Want to eat well? You can.

Go work more.

Want the items brought back by the supply scouting team?

Then exchange them with credit points.