Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Forward base.

It was early morning, before the sky was fully light.

On the open ground north of the forward base, twenty mechs stood silently in the morning mist.

The morning breeze carried a faint smell of gunpowder as it blew in from the south.

The dew on the ground dampened the metal soles of the mecha, giving them a cold, white glow in the dim light.

Several thick, long cables extended from inside the helicopter cabin and connected to the mech's charging port.

The indicator light flickered on and off in the grayish-white daylight, emitting a faint humming sound.

The helicopter pilot stepped out of the helicopter and asked Su Yuan outside:
How much longer until it's fully charged?

Su Yuan stood beside his mecha, touched the cable connector, glanced at the numbers on the instrument panel, and replied:
"It's charged to 90%, and it will be fully charged in half an hour at most."

"Okay, unplug the cable when it's fully charged." The pilot said this and returned to the cabin.

Because the convoy was going to a very far place, even though the new energy electric vehicles at the Dazhangshu base had a long range, they still couldn't travel more than 4000 kilometers on a single trip.

Therefore, the vehicles in the convoy are all original fuel vehicles, and more than 30 tanker trucks are provided specifically for refueling the vehicles.

The twenty mechs we brought, being fully electric, had consumed a lot of power during yesterday's battle, so they could only be recharged via a perpetual helicopter.

Next to another mecha, Song Biao was squatting on the ground inspecting the mecha's left arm joint.

During yesterday's battle, an Indian soldier fired a regular bullet that hit this spot.

However, only a faint dent remains at the joint of the left arm.

"It's really sturdy." Song Biao wiped the bullet marks with his sleeve and couldn't help but remark:
No wonder it's made from materials taken from a King Kong zombie.

"Brother Song, how long do you think it will take us to fight once we get to New Delhi?" a young mech pilot next to him asked.

Song Biao shook his head: "I don't know, but with our firepower, it definitely won't be long."

"You, Xiao Bo, your reaction speed was too slow yesterday. If Su Yuan hadn't been next to you, you would have been dragged into the woods by those zombies."

Xiao Bo scratched his head. "I didn't expect there to be so many zombies in that forest."

"You'd better be more careful," Song Biao said, pointing at him.

"Okay," Xiao Bo replied awkwardly, then lowered his head to continue inspecting his mecha.

On the other side of the camp, dozens of tanker trucks lined up and drove forward in order to refuel the vehicles parked on the right.

The oil pipe dangled from the tank, leaving a small wet patch on the ground.

The air was filled with the smell of diesel fuel.

Armored vehicles are huge fuel consumers; the fuel required for just these two hundred armored vehicles is measured in tons.

If they hadn't brought dozens of oil tankers, they wouldn't have even made it a quarter of the way to New Delhi.

At the forward camp, everyone was busy refueling, getting water, charging, reloading, and resting.

A clearing on the edge of the camp.

Two helicopters were quietly parked on the ground.

"Instructor, thank you for your help this time." Xiao Jun looked at the judge with a face full of respect.

Although he was the commander of the army this time, without the judge's analysis and guidance, he would have faced even greater pressure and might not have been able to take down the forward base so smoothly.

The judge volunteered to take a helicopter to the Indian stronghold for reconnaissance.

It should be noted that India possesses Shiva, the calamity lord; the few Shiva calamity lords sent before were merely appetizers.

The headquarters of the Indians, and even more, some even mutated into level three Shiva calamities.

The third-level Shiva, the calamity lord, can send sound waves that can reach a distance of more than ten kilometers.

If the judge and his team are discovered by the Indians and attacked by sonic waves during their investigation, they may not be able to return.

Even so, the judge still insisted on leading the team there.

The judge looked at Xiao Jun, a smile playing on his lips, then glanced at the mountains to the east; the sun had already risen.

"It's good that the big camphor tree has young people like you. There's not much we old men can do anymore."

"gone."

After saying that, the judge waved to Wu Siqi, "Little Wu, let's go."

Wu Siqi and Qian Cheng, carrying interrogation tool kits, quickly followed.

"Let's go." The judge looked around the cabin and saw that everyone inside had fastened their seatbelts, so he said to Old Qin.

The propellers began to spin, and the plane slowly rose into the sky.

The two helicopters took off one after the other, adjusted their direction in the air, and flew southwest.

The straight-line distance from the forward base to New Delhi is approximately 1,500 kilometers.

Even the sustainable version of the helicopter needs to fly for four hours to reach the perimeter of the target area.

The judge sat in the passenger seat, holding a high-powered telescope, scanning the terrain below through the porthole.

The outline of the forward base gradually shrank in the morning light.

On the southern horizon, rolling hills and mountains appear and disappear in the morning light.

The terrain below gradually transitions from hills to plains, and the farmland on both sides of the road is overgrown with weeds that are a meter high.

The judge put away his high-powered binoculars and closed his eyes to think.

They brought along General Qaqan, whom they had previously captured, based on intelligence provided by these Indian prisoners.

There are hundreds of thousands of Indians in their stronghold in New Delhi.

For example, the second-level Shiva calamity lord they had seen before had forty-five heads.

Above the second level, there is an even stronger third level Shiva, with a total of five heads.

Compared to the level two Shiva, the level three Shiva is much larger and has more astonishing defensive capabilities. Ordinary bullets cannot penetrate them, and their sonic attacks can reach a range of fifteen kilometers.

But
According to Kahan, the Indians also possess a strategic-level biological weapon that surpasses even the level three Shiva.
King Shiva.

The entire New Delhi base poured all its resources into breeding, but only one was successfully bred.

But this one is stronger and more difficult to deal with than all the other Shiva lords combined.

It not only possesses the ability to attack with sound waves.

and,

It can roar, covering a range of ten kilometers, affecting all Shiva's calamities and various modified zombies.

Even if a single Shiva calamity is affected and loses control, and the zombie horde loses its Indian commander,

The King of Disasters can still gather the hordes of zombies by roaring, which is the trump card that keeps tens of millions of zombies in New Delhi from running rampant.

This is considered India's most important trump card, and it is generally not used lightly.

Also.

The primordial crystal core between the eyebrows of King Shiva can also emit a unique high-frequency bio-flow, which can block some of the effects of infrasound.

In other words, as long as King Shiva activates infrasound mode, even if the enemy tries to disturb him with infrasound, it will not be able to have any effect on him.

Moreover, compared to other Shiva lords, it possesses an almost immortal, super-fast regeneration ability.

Even ordinary artillery could only dent the outer armor.

If a limb is shortened or the skin is torn, it can be quickly restored in just a few seconds.

Only a heavy bomb or a large-caliber artillery piece hitting its energy core inside its skull can destroy it.

Even if the torso is simply blown to pieces, it can still reassemble itself using the remaining flesh and blood.

Most importantly, it also possesses intelligence, understands tactics, and can command large numbers of zombies in combat.

It is not bound by any conventional sound waves; only the special high-frequency key in the hands of the Indian Grand Marshal can restrict its movement, and all other control devices are ineffective.

Because it possesses intelligence, even Indians dare not use this monstrous creature lightly.

A double-edged sword.

Once out of control, it would be very easy for this Shiva, the King of Disasters, to kill all the Indians if he wanted to.

They can use it, but they dare not use it easily.

call--

The judge's mind was a jumble of thoughts: Shiva, the plague king, hundreds of thousands of Indian mutants, and millions, even tens of millions, of zombies.

It must be said that India's research approach to zombie studies is completely different from that of Dazhangshu.

However, after ten years of in-depth research, we have indeed come up with some remarkable results.

They created such a powerful Shiva King, aren't they afraid of the backlash in the end?

This is difficult.
However, the Indians must be eliminated.

Throughout the entire Indian subcontinent, there are no mountains exceeding 4500 meters in altitude, except for a few near the Himalayas.

After all, it is a rugged mountain, and the number of crops with solidified protein mutations that can grow there is extremely limited.

Entering Tibetan areas to plunder mutated plants is something that Indians must do.

Survival needs.

Without the Defibrillating Protein found in these mutated crops, they would continuously zombify until they eventually became completely insane, rotting corpses. That would be no different from death.

Just like the camphor tree base, before the sea fog dissipated, multiple teams were dispatched to find solutions to the problem of crop mutation.

After taking over three sheep breeding farms in Qinghai and establishing the Qinghai base, they will also send teams to conquer several forces in the Tibetan region, all for the purpose of solidifying protein.

The core reason is that the solidified protein crops produced by the Qinghai base alone are far from sufficient.

Without enough solidified protein crystals, a large number of people in the camphor tree will become mutants.

This is a battle for survival.

Indians must enter Tibet to seize the crystals, while the camphor tree must guard the Tibetan region in order to protect the crystals here.

From the very beginning, the big camphor tree and Ah San and his group were on the opposite side.

Crystals are finite; it's either you die or I perish.

Indians must be eliminated.

"No matter how difficult it is, we must take them down." The judge opened his eyes, rubbed his temples, and murmured.

"Where are we?" the judge asked Old Qin, who was piloting the helicopter.

"Lucknow, we should be there in about two hours," Old Qin replied.

The judge sat up straight and looked outside.

The helicopter entered a relatively open area.

The terrain below becomes flatter, with large areas of trees and few buildings in sight.

Even the city below them has been transformed into a sea of ​​green.

Looking down from high above, you can't see the road at all.

Traveling with a large convoy will probably not be that easy.

Time passed second by second.

More than an hour later, the helicopter began to descend.

Below is a rolling hilly area, with sparse vegetation on the mountaintops and large exposed rocks that gleam grayish-white in the sunlight.

About fifty kilometers from the outskirts of New Delhi, two helicopters hovered behind a ridgeline.

The judge glanced out the window, then looked down at the map in his hand.

Comparing the surrounding terrain, "New Delhi should be to the south."

He unbuckled his seatbelt, walked to the other side of the cabin, and said to the drone operator, "Launch the drone."

The operator nodded and took a military drone from the rack on the side of the cabin.

They found the military drone at a military base.

Furthermore, after modifications by the military industry department, it was equipped with a third-generation solid-state battery, resulting in a significantly improved cruising range compared to its predecessors.

It can achieve a flight range of 200 kilometers.

The entire drone is coated with stealth paint and can reach a maximum speed of 500 kilometers per hour.

It is the best performing drone of its size among the large camphor trees.

While there are drones with even longer battery life, they are much larger.

Inside the cabin.

The operator turned on the power, checked the signal connection, and then opened the cabin door.

The wind was howling high above, so he quickly returned to his seat.

He piloted the drone out of the cabin.

The drone stabilized its attitude in the air, adjusted its direction, and flew towards the area on the outskirts of New Delhi.

The operator stared at the display screen, and the images on the screen gradually became clearer.

As the drone flew, it drew ever closer to New Delhi.

The outskirts of New Delhi.

Eleven years into the apocalypse, this city no longer resembles a city.

The outline of the death buffer zone slowly unfolds on the screen.

Abandoned city ruins and endless jungles intertwine.

The horde of gray-black zombies moved slowly through the ruins like a river.

The once dense cluster of buildings has been reduced to mere outlines by the erosion of mutated plants.

The exterior walls of those tall buildings were covered with dark green vines, the leaves thick and glossy, with a ring of dark brown spots around the edges.

Ferns are taller than a person, with layers upon layers of leaves, like green walls.

The road surface was covered with moss, making it soft and spongy to walk on.

The lamppost was leaning to the ground, completely entangled in vines.

Countless zombies roam within this green expanse.

They crawled out of the building ruins.

Some of the zombies had lost their lower bodies and were crawling on the ground, dragging their bodies with their arms, leaving dark red trails on the ground.

There were also several mutants that were significantly larger, their bodies covered with a layer of grayish-black keratin.

"Don't fly so low," Judge said to the operator from inside the helicopter, looking down at the street below.

"Yes." The operator quickly pulled the drone up.

"Fly slower."

"it is good."

The jackal stared at the screen and clicked his tongue in amazement:

"This must be what the Indians call the outer death buffer zone. There are so many zombies!"

According to General Qahan, there are three levels in New Delhi.

First layer: Outer death buffer zone

This is the outermost line of defense.

Instead of clearing the abandoned urban areas and wastelands around New Delhi, they deliberately preserved a massive number of zombies.

By using sound waves and smell, the activity range of these zombies is controlled within a specific area, forming a natural "zombie wall".

Any external enemy wishing to approach New Delhi must first traverse this area and endure the onslaught of massive numbers of wild zombies.

Second layer: Middle-level isolated work area

This is an area where zombies gather.

The Indians modified and stitched together a large number of captured survivors and captured zombies, imprisoning them in an area enclosed by barbed wire and concrete walls.

These modified zombies undertake all the high-risk, physically demanding work—digging underground laboratories, building fortifications, sorting supplies, and disposing of discarded corpses.

Third layer: Inner core security zone

This is a true living area for civilians, soldiers, and researchers.
The exterior is completely physically isolated, with strict multi-layered access control and disinfection channels. The Indian research team conducts virus modification, surgical procedures, and equipment development in the deepest underground laboratories.

Simply put, the outer layer is the barrier, the middle layer is the workforce, and the inner layer is the core.

Even if the outer layer is breached, the middle layer still has modified zombies blocking the way, giving the inner layer time to evacuate or counterattack.

"Keep flying, climb higher." The judge's eyes were fixed on the screen.

The drone maintained a mid-altitude flight and flew southwest.

On the screen, the outline of the isolation zone, consisting of barbed wire and concrete walls, gradually became clear.

There was a watchtower every so often on the tall wall, and several Indian soldiers in dark green uniforms patrolled from the watchtowers.

As the camera pans forward, details inside the isolated work area gradually come into view.

Inside the barbed wire fence, the cyborgs were huddled together, some with their heads down, and others lying motionless on the ground.

In an open space in the work area, several rudimentary cranes were moving heavy steel, while several Indian overseers stood by, holding whips and directing the workers.

Inside the helicopter, the judge addressed the ants and the others:

"Record the patrol intervals and firing positions in the quarantine zone."

The operator responded and drew several marks on the screen.

The drone continued to advance towards the core area.

Dense clusters of buildings began to appear on the screen, with faded slogans painted on the walls.

Several anti-aircraft guns were mounted on the high walls surrounding the building complex, with their muzzles pointing towards the sky.

Just then, the screen flickered violently and then turned into a blue screen.

A message flashes below: Signal lost.

Upon seeing this, the operator shouted, "The signal is being jammed!"

(End of this chapter)