Chapter 986: England in Peril!
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On the battlefield, rounds of cannons were fired without stop, the blasts ringing out loudly.
A number of guided missiles and rockets landed on patches of zombies.
In the sky, there were many heavy helicopters that released countless napalm grenades and explosives, covering the battlefield with fireworks and explosions.
Numerous evolved zombies were blasted into smithereens from the impact of the explosions as well as the raging flames.
One 5m-tall L5 stood among the rest when suddenly, a huge cl.u.s.ter bomb landed right in front of it.
Hong! Hong!
Following the shocking explosions, the L5 was torn apart and ripped into pieces.
In the skies, the aerial zombies were also trying to launch an a.s.sault on the English forces. However, faced with the relentless firepower, they were constantly shot down in their futile attempts to get close.
Although the speed of those flying zombies was faster than ordinary aircraft carriers, they were not exactly a match for fighter jets or a.s.sault helicopters. Against a fleet of a hundred English jets, they were basically firing targets.
This battle was entirely the zombies using their bodies to resist the steel and weaponry of the human side. Many of them were reduced to bits and pieces, ashes floating away. The English forces, on the other hand, had not yet suffered many casualties. The zombies that managed to get past the suppressing fire would be wiped out by the English elites.
Within a secret command center, a 27-28 young man with blond hair and blue eyes looked at the displays, his eyes revealing a gaze of pride and excitement.
Behind him were a few people seated on a sofa.
One was a young man of about 18 or 19, with piercings and dyed hair, his clothes fas.h.i.+onable, while he embraced 2 beauties beside him. He looked extremely rebellious. Another man was dressed in a pastor"s clothes, his hands holding a bible. One was a black man, whose build was large and full of muscles, his gaze cold, while he continued to use a cloth to clean his weapon that used a Type 5 Nucleus, and seemed beyond today"s technology. The last was decked in an armor full of profound runes, his looks handsome, while he carried a great sword on his back.
These 4 men on the sofa were the strongest Evolvers in England, named Ackerman, Bolai, Simon, and Arthur.
Arthur, who was the young man in the rune armor, was an existence that could compete with the 1st Apostle of the Kingdom of G.o.d, Edward. The rest of the team were also powerful experts with Apostle-like strength.
Because of the 4 of them, England could successfully conquer and recover the various cities. At the same time, they fought back against the Kingdom of G.o.d every step of the way.
The young general spoke up, "Ackerman, get ready, the intelligent zombies will be forced to reveal themselves. Once they appear, I will inform you."
Ackerman, the black man wiping his weapon, nodded silently and walked out of the door in a relaxed manner.
Ackerman was the top sniper of England, having killed a few Divine Envoys of the Kingdom of G.o.d. Even the Apostles had to be wary of him.
The young man with the 2 beauties beside him laughed lightly, as he spoke to the young general, "Brendan, seems like we will be back in London in 2 weeks to celebrate."
In order to recover London, the England forces had prepared for nearly a year, gathering their resources and power. They had used up huge amounts of resources from prior to the apocalypse, as well as the equipment manufactured since then. Killing 8 to 9 million zombies was just a matter of time.
Other than deploying their weapons, the English forces numbered over 100,000 soldiers. They were all elites, after the apocalypse, they had continually fought in all battles, and were well-versed in all weapons. At the same time, they had undergone a Job Change in the Newbie Village of the system. Thus, each of them exceeded the might of the special forces from before the apocalypse. Adding on the 4 top Evolvers, the English army had confidence in winning this fight.
Brendan"s face was relaxed as he chuckled, "not quite, the 8 million zombies won"t be dealt with so easily. In order to annihilate them entirely, it would take at least a month. However, we would have thoroughly recovered London by then. Not only will we regain an important manufacturing base, we can also pull out the long-time thorn in the flesh."
The 8 million zombies in London had always been a source of complaint to the English forces. With the flowing of time, as well as the evolution of the intelligent zombies, the horde had reached a point where they had to be dealt with. Otherwise, they could not deploy their troops anywhere else. The faster they fought this battle, it would be more advantageous and beneficial for the human race.
Brendan then laughed in disdain, "Although the intelligent zombies have evolved a lot, in front of us humans, their weak intelligence is comparable to pigs. If they had continued to stay within and defend or hide in London, it would have been so much more difficult. All we had to do was to attract them and they actually rushed out to fight with us. It"s practically a box-in, they had not improved at all. These fools are merely a bunch of moving flesh to me. It is just that their numbers are too much. That"s why it would take more time.
He did not hold the horde in high regard. Although their numbers could be frightening, in the face of a well-equipped and well-prepared army, there"s no way for the zombies to retaliate.
This 100,000-strong English force was even stronger than Yue Zhong"s at that time he had fought for the capital. They had better weapons as well. The number of their equipment was easily 5 or 6 times that of Yue Zhong"s amount.
It was precisely because of this preparation that Brendan was filled with confidence.
At the same time, he was prudent in his deployment of troops. He did not commit all 100,000 directly, instead, putting only 10,000. It allowed him to rotate his forces to wear down the strength of the 8-million strong horde.
The rest of the 90,000 were just reinforcements, prepared to fight anytime.
As the number of zombies was too large, the English forces had to utilize all the weapons, ammo and a.r.s.enal they had to deal with many at one time. The lesser soldiers would not impact the long-term objective.
As long as the 10,000 England forces were not surrounded, it would be their victory.
All of a sudden, an intelligence officer shouted out in a pale face, "Not good!! General Brendan, there"s a new enemy!! They"re attacking us! Oh, no! They"re trying to surround us from behind!"
"What?!"
Brendan"s face fell, as he rushed to the displays, focusing intently.
He discovered a new horde swiftly making its way behind the English army.
On top of that, the 8 million zombies began to split up and surround the forces.
Once they got surrounded, the 100,000 English forces would die ultimately.
Brendan looked at the few displays and frowned, "Seems like I"ve underestimated them. Have they learned tactics? We"re in trouble this time."
In these 2 years, the humans could continually gain an upper hand because the zombies were stupid. Once they gained intelligence, with their numbers, it was possible to wipe out the human race.
Facing such a threat, Brendan did not lose his cool, as he issued orders, "Convey my orders, begin Plan B."
Under his orders, the 100,000 elites began to move. Under the cover of the fighter jets in the skies, they quickly pulled the distance away from the frontlines, retreating backward.
With his directions, the elite armored troops managed to distance themselves from the horde.
As he heaved a sigh of relief, the intelligence officer suddenly came up with an ashen expression, his voice cracking, "General Brendan, Birmingham had just suffered an attack from some unknown enemy, and has fallen!!"
Brendan"s face fell upon hearing this news, and shouted out, "How is that possible? Birmingham has 10,000 soldiers, how could they fall so easily?! Impossible!!"
Birmingham was one of the industrial cities that the English forces had recovered, and was their source of retreat. If they were routed there, then, the 100,000-strong army would be trapped with nowhere to go.
As he panicked, another officer came up, with the same expression, "General Brendan, Liverpool has fallen…"
"General Brendan!! Nottingham had just fallen to some unknown force!!"
"..."
The officers began to come up to him and reported their hair-raising discovery. From their mouths, Brendan discovered a number of important key locations had succ.u.mbed to an enemy attack. They had no more room for retreat nor reinforcement. The entire country had become their enemy.
His face pale, Brendan thought in despair, "How did it become like this? Haven"t I already sent troops to wipe out the surrounding zombies?! How come it became like this?!"