Apocalypse: the Most Ruthless Person

The battle that erupted in the first wave of contact quickly ended, and no one counted the total number of zombies—perhaps over a thousand, perhaps over two thousand. In any case, the slaughter was over without taking much time, and on average, about fifteen zombies were killed per person; it wasn’t a difficult task.

Wherever there are people, there will be competition, even in racial warfare; this is no exception. During a short break, people checked the piles of zombie corpses stacked on the ridges behind, where the competency levels of each camp became visibly apparent.

The battle results of the Yama Corps of Celestial Horse Island needed no comparison; the mound of corpses was too dazzling.

The second place was the Civilization Guardian, which surprised many. Even including the eight who left Civilization Guardian earlier, it had only twenty-six members, six fewer combatants than Survivor Alliance. Yet, judging by the size of the corpse pile, it was hard to discern superiority or inferiority. Considering the number of participants, the combat power of Civilization Guardian deserved the second place.

Next was naturally the Survivor Alliance, followed by the Little Eagle Association. Both Little Eagle Association and Apocalypse Corps had twenty-one members, but Little Eagle Association clearly killed many more zombies than Apocalypse Corps, at least three times more!

”Damn, you can’t just judge combat power by the number of corpses; we... you all killed off the zombies, leaving not much for our Apocalypse Corps!”

Yang Xinqi saw the crowd staring at the scattered twenty-three zombies behind the Apocalypse Corps, with somewhat disdainful looks on their faces, and hurriedly explained.

This time, one couldn’t really blame Apocalypse Corps. As Yang Xinqi said, Little Eagle Association was adjacent to Apocalypse Corps. Liu Yao led his men like mad dogs ”snatching food,” and they were the only group to rush out of the obstacles to grab and kill zombies.

Jostling was inevitable because everyone knew that joining Celestial Horse Island was almost certain, so the competition came—how to stand out among so many people? First, one needs to show their strength. In the apocalypse, there’s not much façade; flattery might work but not much, only strength can speak!

Zhang Su smiled and waved his hand, intending to say a few words, hoping the Little Eagle Association wouldn’t rush to perform and cause issues. Wu Lue’s voice sounded on the radio again.

”Brother Su, they’ve plugged in another grape!”

”This time we won’t see the big fireworks; everyone, watch out for the danger right ahead!”

Zhang Su reminded everyone to be on guard for the second wave of zombies rushing onto the highway while pressing the remote control.

Unfortunately, nobody could resist looking north, as if there were an enchanting stripper performing—a shame this time the distance was too far, compounded by poor visibility, nothing could be seen.

The purple bubbles were unseen; seconds later, the earth-shattering explosion indicated the completion of the blast; the flame of divine punishment demonstrated its power again, followed swiftly by a shock wave sweeping up sand, grass debris, and dirt.

Just as the dust was flying, the second wave of zombies stormed onto the highway.

Even crazier than facing the first wave of zombies; if the previous slaughterhouse was in slow gear, now it was medium speed. The rivalry was laid bare, if it wasn’t for the presence of Yama Corps, the old enemies Little Eagle Association and Apocalypse Corps were likely to start tripping each other.

The initially discovered number one horde was scattered for various reasons, greatly diminishing their threat. The combat ultimately lasted about half an hour before settling, with one-third of the time spent waiting.

The scene finally cleaned up, only leaving heavy breathing.

In the distant open field, no zombies were seen wandering upright; some were crawling in the furrows, painting a bizarre and horrific picture.

Zhang Su dispatched five brothers to the wild to release them; other forces, being perceptive, also sent their members to act together.

”Brother Su, the northern horde was stunned by the explosion; dispersed zombies aren’t regrouping; there are still five to six thousand left, what should we do?”

Wu Lue was using a drone to scout the situation from the air.

The zombie horde couldn’t be allowed to roam within less than three kilometers of the camp; Zhang Su immediately ordered, ”Luezi, gather the zombies with the drone, Old Pan, prepare for deployment!”

After nearly half an hour of battle, everyone’s inner anger was released. If unnecessary, they could opt to deal with zombies using other means—the always on-call 99 Heavy Tank was the best choice.

”Roger that!”

Inside the tank, Pan Guoliang sat with his legs draped over the dashboard, shaking them idly. He could hear the shouts and kills not far away; such nearly foolproof extermination operations were the best opportunity to showcase masculine prowess, yet he missed this violent opportunity.

Luckily, another opportunity awaited him.

Roar...

The tank’s fuel tank had been kept on warming mode, allowing for a smooth startup; the turret made a fifty-degree horizontal rotation, flexing the ”muscles,” emitting mechanical sounds—that was the other kind of sound that excited men besides women’s cries.

After a little demonstration, Pan Guoliang found the direction, heading north, not too fast, allowing time for Wu Lue to gather the zombies.

”Interested in following along?”

Zhang Su leaned against the car, smoking, seeing the tank start, and loudly asked the crowd.

”Definitely, definitely!”

”Tanks crushing zombies, just thinking about it is thrilling!”

”Brother Su, let’s go, let’s watch!”

This suggestion instantly received overwhelming support, but some female members hesitated slightly.

Involuntary extermination and enjoying slaughter are two different things; their DNA has fewer violent base pairs compared to men, so many applied to stay behind to clean up the battlefield.

Zhang Su led people northwards, not only to watch the tank crush zombies but also with the intent to follow up.

At the onset of the catastrophe, ninety percent of people fantasized about the army using tanks to crush zombies. Unfortunately, this wait lasted a full four months; the original fantasy finally reflected reality, with survivors driving tanks, not the military.

When Pan Guoliang drove the tank to confront the northern zombies, Wu Lue hadn’t completed the gathering task yet; the tank’s immense noise was also a natural allure, drawing zombies, unable to grasp the loudspeaker in the sky, to leap towards the tank to attack.

When the more than fifty-ton monster clashed with zombies, the crushing momentum made onlookers’ blood boil, just like all the accumulated hatred towards zombies over the months was buried into the soil along with the crushed zombie bodies beneath the tracks!

At this moment, the imagery of ants shaking a tree was vividly presented to everyone.

”This burns more conveniently; there’s no need for dismemberment...”

Chen Hanzhou said with an odd look on his face; he frequently handled the task of dismembering zombie bodies, initially finding it somewhat interesting, but growing increasingly tedious, merely treating it as part of physical exercise.

”Incredible, with such modern weaponry, the zombie crisis is resolved!”

Li Zongkai approached Zhang Su, unable to restrain his admiration.

”Dealing with ordinary zombies is certainly no problem, but if it’s mutated zombies, there’s no guarantee. Plus, there’s a scenario you haven’t encountered...”

Zhang Su recalled the night when Cyan Dragon Corps was destroyed by zombies; seeing Li Zongkai’s eager expression, he continued.

”Previously, a northern force developed a method to modify zombies, creating a big guy called 004, standing three or four meters tall, effortlessly jumping ten to twenty meters, a single swipe could send over a dozen zombies flying, immensely powerful, and if armed, it might just crack open a tin crate!”

Not to mention 004, Zhang Su felt that even 003 going all out could cause significant damage to a tank; fortunately, 003 is relatively clumsy and can’t catch up with the tank.

Li Zongkai was astounded, quickly asking, ”So what eventually happened to that modified zombie?”

”Triggered in battle, it went berserk; the final outcome is unclear, it probably burned to death. Aside from using fire, other weapons struggled to damage it!”

Zhang Su shook his head slightly; 004 was the only zombie post-disaster that gave him heart palpitations, still an artificial creation!

”Younger Brother Zhang, the purple bubbles can definitely destroy it!”

Jia Shiqin, overhearing Zhang Su and Li Zongkai’s conversation, couldn’t help chiming in.

Li Zongkai heard Jia Shiqin’s words and relaxed his tense brows slightly, smiling, ”Yes, that explosion earlier was truly a grand weapon.”

”Ascension Original Liquid isn’t a conventional weapon, Old Li, what’s the situation with the tanks on your side?”

Zhang Su inquired about the camp’s situation.

”There are two tanks, both 15 Light Tanks, one in good condition, the other with a broken engine...”

Li Zongkai leaned close to Zhang Su’s ear, whispering; he was accustomed to speaking quietly when sharing secrets.

The 15 Light Tank’s service duration was very short, just a few years, but as long as it’s in service, it means its performance passes tests. It’s called a Light Tank, but that’s compared to the 99 Heavy Tank. In actual combat, the 15 Light Tank weighs over thirty tons, equivalent to twenty ordinary sedans!