Armed Train in the Apocalypse

Chapter 634 - 378: Debate on Direction

The man in front of him was He Jie, whose wounds hadn’t fully healed yet. He stepped out for some air while Han Qin went back to prepare food and happened upon the battle ahead.He was wearing a blue-green windbreaker, his muscular upper body half-naked, mostly wrapped in white bandages, and one hand hung in front of him, resembling a wounded black bear. Instead of appearing weak, he seemed even more dangerous.

He Jie knew what he was being asked and straightforwardly replied, "No."

Jiao Ting sighed inwardly, having already extinguished that sliver of hope, but couldn’t help igniting it upon seeing someone similar.

His rationality restrained him from asking further.

Looking at the battle beneath the vehicle, the most conspicuous were the officers wearing Guardian Power Armor, one for each team, forming firepower strongpoints together with the "Firepower Hands" in the group, cross-slaughtering the approaching zombies. The flames from the muzzles seemed to peel zombies like onions, sweeping the remaining zombies into minced meat.

The zombie tide rammed into the seven-to-eight-meter high moving train cars recklessly, their evolved sharp claws attempting to pierce the carriage, hoping to tear through it like they had done with the Scavengers’ fragile defenses before. But accompanied by a harsh screeching noise, aside from one Tier Two Hunter, no zombie managed to break through the outermost armor of the train.

Without being able to breach the defense, they couldn’t even leave a shallow scratch.

This was the characteristic of "Armored Steel"; as long as the attack didn’t surpass its defense limit, it would slide off, causing no damage.

The train’s formidable defensive power caused the first wave of attacks by the zombie tide to fail, and leaping zombies among the horde began making moves, only to be individually picked off by snipers from the corps who were ready.

In the six months of battles in Zhijin, the Armed Corps were most wary not of the swift Night Demons or Butchers, but of these leaping zombies, which were like toads; their leaping ability was somewhat like a knee-jerk reflex, jumping when stimulated.

Even when not attracted by humans, they’d unpredictably leap anyway.

What’s more disgusting is that these creatures jump high; Tier Two can easily jump several hundred meters high, enough to snatch drones from the sky, not to mention the Iron Wall of the city.

Therefore, the snipers on the train’s first task was rotating wall duty, 24-hour snipe-killing these leaping zombies.

Within less than a month, among millions of zombies in Zhijin, not a single leaping zombie was left; only sporadically evolving ones showed up later.

With no leaping zombies, the zombie horde lost their turnaround tactics.

The other kinds of zombies were quite formidable as well, but under the soldiers’ coordinated slaughter, they could only roar helplessly as they died.

"Do you usually face such zombie tides? How do you handle them?"

He Jie helped the man light his cigarette, observing each team’s situation while calculating which team needed more training and which needed personnel adjustment, all the while casually extracting information.

"Such large-scale zombie hordes only appeared at the apocalypse’s onset; afterward, they were dispersed, roaming in the wilderness. The largest I’ve seen was about a thousand strong, passing under our floating island, and some seemed to discover us, standing below howling for three whole days, scaring us into not daring to cook until they dispersed."

Jiao Ting said slightly bitterly.

Just while conversing, the approximately thousand-strong small zombie tide was nearly eradicated by the soldiers.

If it all relied solely on fierce firepower, that’d be understandable, but only at the first wave was powerful firepower used to suppress the zombie tide’s charge. Later, led by Power Armor, soldiers directly took out cold weapons to unleash a whirlwind, each fiercely enough to confuse him as to who was the zombie.

The most absurd was an officer wearing Power Armor whose axe was larger than others, cutting through the zombie tide unhindered, specifically targeting Tier Two zombies for slaughter, leaving a trail of blood waves amidst the horde accompanied by deafening laughter.

The Power Armor was dyed red with blood.

"Indeed, high-level zombies are somewhat increased."

He Jie nodded in agreement.

The train had long summarized the different zombie levels’ proportions within the zombie tide.

In the apocalypse’s early stages, the proportion between common zombies and Tier One zombies was tens to one; when reclaiming Zhijin, this ratio had narrowed to less than ten.

In the Gravity Zone here, the most outrageous proportion, roughly estimated by him, was five to one; among over a thousand zombies, Tier One zombies exceeded two hundred.

The number of Tier Two Zombies surpassed ten.

For small wilderness forces, it’s catastrophic, but combined, still insufficient for the Genetic Primordial to rob solo.

"Boom—"

A teeth-clenching vibration resonated, making He Jie’s eyelids twitch.

Mirror exchanged a move with a Butcher on the field; to be more precise, they swapped blows.

The Butcher was split open on-site, but the woman, taking a hard blow, flew out like a bowling ball, crashing through four or five zombies, embedding into the moving train car, the Power Armor’s chest cavity with shock-absorbing skeleton caving in.

He Jie cursed in annoyance, "Old Liang, take over. Mountain Goat, grab that crazy woman up!"

The wall at the edge of the battlefield suddenly shifted, just as he was about to move forward, his gaze suddenly lowered to the train car below.

Seven or eight zombies drawn by the scent of blood were savagely tearing at the Power Armor, a mocking roar emerging from within, followed by a bloodied fist fiercely punching out from the mechanical wreckage, sending the top Tier One zombie and armor flying.