Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

Inside the returning helicopter.

The cabin was quiet.

The judge leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and repeatedly replayed the footage captured by the drone in his mind.

The death buffer zone in the Indian stronghold is estimated to be at least eight kilometers wide.

The zombies were densely packed among the abandoned city ruins and open spaces.

The barbed wire fence surrounding the isolated work area stretches for at least four kilometers from east to west.

Behind the wall were rows of iron bars, inside which were countless cyborg corpses.

Although we didn't fly into the core area, judging from the density of the buildings, it has a radius of at least two or three kilometers.

He opened his eyes and silently did some mental calculations.

The three layers combined, if viewed as a square, would have a length and width of 30 kilometers.

The total area of ​​the New Delhi base is at least 900 square kilometers.

It is many times larger than the headquarters base in Dazhangshu.

900 square kilometers.

The built-up area of ​​a medium-sized city.

This land is home to tens of millions of zombies and hundreds of thousands of Indians.

The judge reached for the water jug ​​next to him, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip of water.

He leaned back in his seat, his gaze fixed on the land outside the porthole, where he saw lush greenery everywhere, and a thoughtful look appeared in his eyes.

The vegetation in New Delhi was similar to the forests we see now.

After the sea fog, the plants grew exceptionally well.

How much ammunition would be needed to clear that jungle area outside New Delhi using firepower?
One hundred thousand shells? Two hundred thousand?

He dared not think any further.

And most importantly, India has an air defense system at low altitudes.

Drones can't fly in, and helicopters that get close will likely be seen by Shiva, or even shot down by their air defense system.

Once air superiority is lost, no matter how fierce the firepower of the camphor tree is, it can only slowly bombard the forest with shots.

The efficiency is terribly low!
Also.

Indians won't sit idly by and wait to die, just like those Indians at the forward base.

They will definitely make full use of the jungle's advantages, burying a massive number of zombies in the jungle before the main force of the camphor tree gets close, forming a huge encirclement.

Once the troops from the camphor tree enter the jungle area, the hidden zombies will swarm out from all directions.

The moment the ammunition runs out will be a disaster for the big camphor tree.

There weren't many zombies at the forward base before, but now there are tens of millions of zombies in New Delhi.

As the judge thought about this, his palms grew cold.

Just then, the helicopter flew over a rolling hilly area.

below.

Vast stretches of forest swayed in the wind, their canopies rolling like layers of green waves.

Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, casting dappled shadows on the treetops. These shadows shifted and changed with the swaying of the branches, like a flowing oil painting.

The leaves of some trees have already begun to turn yellow, interspersed among layers of green, like clusters of golden flames.

The wind blew from the southwest, passing through the tree canopy.

Tsk.

Ok?
The judge gazed at the grove of trees swaying in the wind, watching the golden leaves shimmer in the sunlight.

And the light and shadow dancing among the treetops were a sight to behold.

He suddenly remembered something that happened before the attack on the forward base.

That day, Yang Tianlong stood in front of the map and pointed in the direction of Jilonggou, proposing the use of fire attack.

But Xiao Jun refused at the time.

The reason for the refusal was that it would take too much time, and the convoy was too close to the forward base, located in a hilly area with unpredictable winds. If the fire were started, it could easily spread and burn them.

Furthermore, the forward base is a point target with a small area, so concentrated bombing can take it down; there is no need to set it on fire.

But as the judge recalled that scene again, he suddenly realized that Yang Tianlong's idea was actually quite good.

It was just not suitable for the circumstances at the time.

But now, New Delhi is not a forward base.

This land, spanning over 200 square kilometers, is covered with dense forests.

There are countless zombies hiding in the shadows of those trees, and it's unknown when they will burst out.

Helicopters can't fly in, and neither can drones. A direct assault would be too risky.

However, fire can solve many problems.

The judge thought about it more and more and it seemed more and more plausible.

He sat up straight and shouted into the cockpit:
"Old Qin, what's the wind speed now? What's the wind direction?"

Old Qin glanced at the dashboard and replied:

"Southwest wind, force 4."

The judge remained silent for a moment, then a slight smile appeared on his lips.

A level 4 wind, not too strong, not too weak, just the right wind force for igniting a fire.

Moreover, the southwest wind is blowing towards New Delhi.

This land, parched for months, this jungle, which had grown wildly for three years...

It's like a huge pile of dry tinder, just missing a spark.

The judge leaned back in his chair, gazing at the green expanse swaying in the wind outside the window.

His previously furrowed brows gradually relaxed, and his expression became much more relaxed.

I have an idea!

Several hours later, two helicopters landed on an open area north of the forward base.

The judge jumped out of the cabin and strode into the command tent.

Xiao Jun was standing in front of the map, frowning as he stared at the location of New Delhi.

He turned around when he heard footsteps: "Instructor, how is it?"

The judge nodded:

"We've scouted it out; New Delhi is indeed heavily guarded."

Drones can't fly in, and helicopters are very likely to be detected.

They were able to track our location even from a distance of at least fifty kilometers.

However, we were quick enough to escape immediately after the drone was shot down.

Xiao Jun's brows furrowed even more.

He looked down at the location marked New Delhi on the map, and tapped his fingers lightly twice on the edge of the table.

Then he looked up and asked, "What do we do? We can't fight?"

The judge did not answer directly.

He picked up a pen from the table and drew an arc on the map.

He first marked a point, then drew an arc that stretched from the southwest side of New Delhi to the southeast side, forming a semi-circular encirclement.

"I have an idea: use fire."

Xiao Jun was taken aback: "Fire attack?"

The judge nodded.

He pointed to the arc on the map with his pen and said:

"Ignited 80 kilometers southwest of New Delhi."

The ignition point was arranged in a semi-circular shape, completely enclosing the jungle surrounding New Delhi.

"The biggest problem we face now is that there are zombies hiding in the jungle, the number and location of which are unknown."

If the jungle is burned down, the zombies will either be burned to death or forced out and exposed in open areas.

Furthermore, fire can clear away all the vegetation on the perimeter, restoring visibility and preventing Shiva from hiding in the jungle to launch a sneak attack.
Then the helicopter's advantage can be brought into play again, and we won't have to worry about being suddenly surrounded by zombies in the jungle.

Xiao Jun walked to the table.

He looked down at the arc on the map, frowning in thought.

After a while, he looked up and asked:
"What problems would arise if we attacked directly instead of using fire?"

The judge pointed to the area marked with a dense forest on the map and said:

"The current situation is that India's air defense system has blocked the low-altitude airspace, so our helicopters and drones cannot get close."

If they don't set fires, they can only advance by ground.

"If we were to advance by ground, the convoy would have to traverse that vast jungle."

We don't know how many zombies are lurking in the jungle.

We don't know when the Indians will launch their encirclement.

Once trapped, ammunition consumption will be extremely high, and a quick victory is impossible.

He paused for a moment, then added:

"If India is determined to drag out the battle with us and fight a protracted war, it will be very disadvantageous for us."

They have a lot of people and a lot of zombies, so they can afford to drag it out.

But we fought our way here from headquarters, a long way, and our supply lines are stretched thin; we can't afford to lose them all.

"In fact, once the supply lines are cut off, we will be surrounded by a large number of zombies!"

After listening, Xiao Jun fell into deep thought again.

He looked at the arc on the map several times, then suddenly looked up and asked:

"What if the Indians use rain bombs to put out the fire?"

The judge shook his head:

"Impossible, the air humidity is too low right now."

It hasn't rained for several months since the sea fog cleared, and the air is very dry.

At this time of year, even launching rain-inducing rockets won't produce effective rainfall.

In this weather, fire would be just the right weapon.

"Moreover, in terms of topography, New Delhi is mainly surrounded by plains."

Once a fire starts, it spreads very quickly.

All we need to do is control the wind direction and prevent the fire from spreading to the Tibetan area.

Besides, the Himalayas block the fire from reaching Tibet; even a huge fire couldn't get through there.

"The only problem is that we have to wait."

Fire takes time to spread, unlike artillery shells which can advance immediately after detonation.

But considering the cost, this wait is worthwhile.

Xiao Jun looked at the arc on the map, rubbed his temples, and sat down.

He tapped his fingers lightly twice on the map, then asked:
"Let's set it on fire! What do we need to prepare?"

The judge picked up a pen from the table and drew a simple flowchart on a piece of paper:
"Use solidified gasoline. Aluminum soap powder plus gasoline, plus white phosphorus and magnesium powder."

Aluminum soap powder makes gasoline viscous, white phosphorus is responsible for auto-ignition, and magnesium powder is used to increase the combustion temperature.

"We'll use helicopters to lift oil tankers and spray the napalm into the jungle."

The judge continued:

"In the first round, white phosphorus bombs will be dropped to cause multiple points of spontaneous combustion and dry out the vegetation."

The second round involved spraying solidified gasoline, creating a continuous, widespread effect that continued to advance.

This makes the fire spread quickly and difficult to extinguish.

After listening, Xiao Jun stared at the map for a while, then said:
"Then let's do it your way. How much time do we need to prepare?"

"We can get ready today. Let's not delay and set off first thing tomorrow morning."

“Okay.” Xiao Jun was a decisive person; once he made a decision, he would give it his full support.

The judge quickly issued the orders.

That afternoon, the workers at the forward base began to get busy.

Technicians poured large quantities of gasoline and aluminum soap powder into a mixing tank, manually stirred them until evenly mixed, and then added white phosphorus and magnesium powder.

Barrels of napalm were loaded into spray tanks, which could then be directly secured to the underside of the helicopter.

This thing is simple to make, but it requires a lot of quantity, several hundred tons of napalm bombs, and it's made with added white phosphorus and magnesium powder for even stronger effects.

I've been working on it all afternoon, but I still haven't figured it out.

It wasn't until 3 a.m. that they managed to get several hundred tons of the enhanced napalm bombs out.

Early the next morning.

Thirty sustainable helicopters were neatly parked on the open ground north of the forward base.

Next to the helicopter was a huge oil tanker with the word "Caution" painted in red on it.

Technicians are conducting final checks to ensure that the fuel tank connections are tight, the ignition devices are functioning properly, and that each tank contains sufficient amounts of solidified gasoline.

"Instructor, inspection complete, all the napalm is ready."

The judge stood beside the first helicopter, glanced at the sky, and nodded, saying:
"it is good."

He waved to Xiao Jun, who was standing not far away, then turned and climbed into the cabin.

He said to Lao Qin, "Let's go."

"Got it!"

The propeller started to turn.

buzzing-

Thirty helicopters took off in succession, forming three formations of ten helicopters each.

The judge, seated in the lead helicopter, pressed the communication button: "Depart."

Thirty helicopters formed an arc in the air and flew southwest.

Meanwhile, in a dense forest about seven or eight kilometers away from the forward base, several men in worn-out military uniforms were crouching at the base of a large tree.

Because the forward base was heavily guarded, they dared not get too close.

Last night, when the judges were preparing napalm, they didn't notice because the distance was too great and the dense forest blocked their view.

But at that moment, dozens of helicopters from the forward base took off, making them too large a target, and they spotted them immediately.

They held binoculars in their hands, peering through the gaps in the branches and leaves at the helicopters taking off in the distance.

The leader was an Indian soldier with a full beard.

He put down his binoculars, his face pale.

Some people were on edge: "They deployed thirty helicopters, each with something hanging under its belly that looked like oil tankers."

The companion next to him paused for a moment, then asked:

What are they trying to do?

The leader did not answer.

He quickly turned on the radio in his backpack, adjusted the frequency, and spoke rapidly into the microphone:

"Grand Marshal, the Chinese have deployed a large number of helicopters, with fuel tanks hanging under their bellies. I suspect that those may be napalm. Those helicopters are flying towards New Delhi."

There was silence for a few seconds on the other end of the communicator, followed only by the crackling of electricity.

After a while.

The Grand Marshal's voice came through, filled with barely suppressed anger: "Understood, continue to observe."

Communication is interrupted.

Snapped!
In the underground command center in the heart of New Delhi, the Grand Marshal put down the microphone, his face extremely grim.

He turned to the officer behind him and said, "Call Hassan over."

Hassan arrived quickly.

As soon as he entered the command room, he saw the Grand Marshal standing in front of the map.

The Grand Marshal said with a grim expression:

"The Chinese dispatched thirty helicopters, each with fuel tanks hanging under its belly, and they flew towards us."

The remnants of the forward base's scouts deduced that they were going to use fire.

Hassan's expression changed drastically upon hearing this.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he gritted his teeth and said:
"The Chinese are leaving no way out for us."

"The plan needs to be adjusted," the Grand Marshal said.

Hassan nodded: "I know."

"Then adjust it quickly!" The Grand Marshal turned his head, glared at him, as if he wanted to devour him.

"it is good."

Hassan took a deep breath and turned to leave.

After leaving the room, he immediately gave a series of instructions to his adjutant behind him.

"Everyone immediately go to the outskirts of New Delhi to clear the firebreak."

Bulldozers, explosives, and manpower were all deployed to clear a sufficiently wide firebreak before the fire spread.

"The researchers and key technical data in the core area were immediately transferred to underground facilities."

Evacuate as many civilians as possible; those who cannot be evacuated should be housed in underground shelters.

"Shiva's sonic devices are all set to emergency mode. Once a Chinese helicopter is detected approaching, an attack will be launched immediately without prior notice."

"Notify the troops lurking in the jungle to stop the zombies from hiding and disperse outwards to avoid being burned to death in the fire."

Those zombies that have already been laid in ambush, take those that can evacuate and leave; those that cannot, stay where they are and leave the rest to fate.

The adjutant responded and ran out.

After giving his instructions, Hassan stood alone in the command room, pondering what details still needed to be added.

Using fire to attack is truly vicious.

He stared at the red line on the map stretching from Nathu La Pass to New Delhi, his brow furrowing deeply. His fingers tapped lightly on the table, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

After a while, he murmured:
"The Chinese have really pulled a ruthless tactic."

He turned and walked out of the command room, quickly heading towards the outside of the camp.

at the same time.

At the forward base in Dazhangshu, an operator in the communications vehicle suddenly took off his headset.

Turning to his colleague beside him, he said:

"Something's up. We just detected an unfamiliar radio station signal a few kilometers away."

My colleague paused for a moment, then asked, "Are you sure it's from the Indian side?"

The operator nodded: "It's definitely not our frequency. The frequency characteristics match, but the signal is very weak. It should be coming from deep in the dense forest."

"Locate immediately."

The operator quickly marked the approximate location of the signal source on the screen.

Upon receiving the news, Yang Tianlong immediately led a team of skilled personnel and rushed in that direction.

He was followed by twenty-seven or twenty-eight men, all dressed in combat uniforms and carrying automatic rifles, moving swiftly and quietly.

After half an hour.

Yang Tianlong arrived at the location based on the GPS coordinates.

Before the remaining Indian troops could withdraw, they were surrounded by Yang Tianlong and his men.

They hid in a cave deep in the forest, surrounded by vines and shrubs, with the entrance covered by thick ferns, thinking they were well hidden.

But the search team at the big camphor tree swept over the hole centimeter by centimeter, like combing hair, and soon found the entrance.

With the addition of GPS tracking, the location was quickly pinpointed.

Yang Tianlong made a hand gesture, and several soldiers quickly took up advantageous positions, aiming their guns at the cave entrance.

He stood to one side of the cave entrance and shouted into it in Chinese:
"Come out, surrender your weapons or we'll kill you, or we'll throw in explosives."

A rustling sound came from inside the cave, followed by a whisper.

Yang Tianlong was about to continue speaking when he suddenly realized that he didn't speak the language of those Indians.

He frowned, turned around, and called out:
"Erzhuang, come here."

A stocky young man ran up from the back of the line.

His name is Erzhuang. He used to work at the Northwest Base and is a graduate student in foreign languages ​​and literature, majoring in English.

"You translate."

"it is good."

A moment later, an Indian soldier with a full beard slowly walked out of the cave, raising his hands above his head.

He was followed by four companions, all of whom had their heads down and their faces were pale.

Under threat, they threw their guns onto the ground at the entrance of the cave.

Yang Tianlong continued, "Tell them to squat down and put their hands behind their heads."

Erzhuang translated it into English.

The five Indian soldiers obediently did as they were told and squatted in a row.

Yang Tianlong squatted down in front of the leading Indian soldier, staring into his eyes, and had Erzhuang translate:

"Tell me, what message did you just send out?"

The leader lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, and then answered in English.

Erzhuang's expression changed after hearing this:
"He said they discovered that we had deployed thirty helicopters, with fuel tanks hanging under their bellies."

They relayed the news back to New Delhi.

Yang Tianlong's face darkened.

He pressed on, "Anything else?"

The leader said a few more words.

Erzhuang translated:
"He said the Grand Marshal already knew, they judged that we were going to use fire, and they had already begun preparations."

Yang Tianlong was silent for a moment, then stood up and said to his subordinates:

“Take them all back.”

The Indian soldiers were led out of the dense forest and walked along the path towards the forward base.

Erzhuang, walking at the very back, couldn't help but curse:

"Damn it, if it weren't for these bastards, our plan would have been perfect. Now it's all been leaked."

Yang Tianlong shook his head, quickened his pace, and walked towards the command post.

Inside the command tent, Xiao Jun was discussing attack details with Xiao Hu, Zuo Ruxue, and others in front of a map.

He saw Yang Tianlong walk in, looked up and asked, "Did you catch him?"

Yang Tianlong nodded:
"We caught them."

Their people have been lurking near the forward base, monitoring us.

They saw the thirty helicopters we deployed and relayed the information back.

The plan to use fire has already reached the Indian stronghold.

Xiao Jun's face darkened; the judge and the others had already set off.

Xiao Jun quickly went to the radio station and contacted the judge who was on his way to New Delhi.

They made contact very quickly.

Xiao Jun recounted how Yang Tianlong and his team discovered the remnants of the forward base and the plan to leak their information.

"Instructor, what do we do now? The Indians already know we're going to use fire."

The judge, sitting in the helicopter, felt a bit of a headache after hearing the news.

So this was leaked?

After taking several seconds to accept the fact, he took a deep breath and his brain worked at lightning speed.

After a moment, he answered firmly:
"Continue execution."

Xiao Jun said with some concern:
"They will definitely prepare firebreaks in advance. They already know the plan, so they will definitely take precautions."

The judge nodded:

"I know.

But we're already on our way and expect to arrive in New Delhi in about three hours.

In other words, they only have three hours left.

In three hours, they could only clear a few kilometers of isolation zone at most.

The jungle surrounding New Delhi is too vast; a few kilometers wide buffer zone simply isn't enough.

"In addition, the zombies they ambushed in the jungle could be evacuated in an emergency."

However, it is impossible for millions of zombies to be completely evacuated within three hours, and most of them will most likely remain in place.

Once the fire starts, they won't be able to escape.

As the judge spoke, he became increasingly resolute in his belief.

"Most importantly, our core objective in attacking New Delhi is to eliminate the threats in the jungle and restore visibility."

If we don't burn them, those zombies hiding in the jungle will eventually become knives planted in our backs.

The judge opened the map with one hand, looked at the huge green area he had marked on the outskirts of New Delhi, and continued:

"Therefore, the fire attack must be carried out; we just need to make some adjustments."

"The ignition location has been expanded from 80 kilometers away to 120 kilometers away."

They would never guess that we would set a fire from such a distance.

Also.

It is not enough to just place it on the southwest side; it must be lit simultaneously on the east, north, west, and south sides to create a four-sided encirclement.

The helicopter increased its altitude, keeping it outside the range of Shiva's sonic attack.

Once ignition is complete, evacuate immediately and do not linger.

"Open your map and take a good look, then you'll understand what I mean."

After listening to the judge's analysis, Xiao Jun stared at the map in silence for a long time.

His gaze swept over the red line on the map several times, and after a long while, he leaned over to the radio and said:

"Then let's do it your way."

After the call with Xiao Jun ended,
The judge glanced through the porthole at the jungle below, which gleamed golden in the sunlight.

I picked up the communicator, adjusted the frequency, and connected to the helicopter channel.

Then press the communication key:
"Attention all aircraft, the plan has changed."

The ignition distance was adjusted to be more than 120 kilometers away.

Adjusting course, they deployed simultaneously in four directions, forming an encirclement.

Once the helicopter has reached a safe altitude and completed the drop, evacuate immediately and do not linger.

Repeat, all machines please pay attention…

A series of responses came from the other end of the communicator.

Thirty helicopters adjusted their course and altitude in the air and dispersed in four different directions.

Inside the cabin of one of the helicopters, a young combat operative sat beside a pile of white phosphorus munitions, dusted off the munition boxes, and said to his comrade beside him:
"Damn it, burn those stinking Indians to death, hehehe, plus those solid petrol bombs below, tsk tsk, I can't even imagine the scene."

My companion chuckled: "Don't get too excited yet. Let's wait until it's all burned. Also, don't you dare touch the box."

"Okay, okay."

Three hours later, the thirty helicopters arrived at their designated positions.

"The first team has arrived at the designated location."

"The second team has arrived at the designated location."

"The third squad has arrived at the designated location."

The judge sat in the lead helicopter and glanced through the porthole at the jungle below that shimmered golden in the sunlight.

Picking up the communicator: "Fourth squad has arrived at the designated location."

"Furthermore, I would like to reiterate the plan."

"Attention everyone, fires will be ignited simultaneously in four directions, with a radius of 120 kilometers centered on New Delhi."

The first round involves dropping white phosphorus bombs to dry out the vegetation.

The second round involved spraying solidified gasoline, creating a continuous, widespread effect that continued to advance.

Also, everyone please pay attention!!!
Once all helicopters have completed their deployment, they must immediately withdraw and not linger.

If attacked by Shiva, immediately pull the helicopter up, and the co-pilot/safety officer should remember to assist!

A response came from the other end of the communicator.

"Yes."

"clear."

"Ok."

everything's ready.

bomb!

The first helicopter opened the hatch under its fuselage and dropped a white phosphorus bomb.

The white phosphorus bomb exploded in mid-air, and burning sparks rained down onto the branches and leaves of the trees below.

The leaves, which were slightly glistening in the sunlight, burst into flame the moment they came into contact with the white phosphorus flames.

Then a second, a third, a fourth... more helicopters dropped white phosphorus bombs simultaneously from four directions.

Those burning white fireballs left long, thin trails in the sky, like countless shooting stars falling at the same time.

The white phosphorus bomb continued to burn after landing, sizzling the surrounding vegetation.

The flames spread rapidly among the dry leaves and branches, growing from a small cluster into a large patch, like a giant fire net slowly spreading out at the edge of the jungle.

A few minutes later, the first round of distribution was completed.

The judge looked down at the flames burning below and inquired about the progress of the deployment in the other three directions.

Once the deployment was complete, he immediately spoke into the communicator: "Second round, deploy napalm."

The helicopter adjusted its altitude, opened the fuel tanks under its belly, and began spraying fuel as it flew.

Thick, solidified gasoline poured from the canister, splashing down onto the tree canopies below, which had already been dried out by white phosphorus bombs, under the force of gravity.

Black sap cascaded down like a waterfall, covering the burning branches and leaves, flowing down the trunk, and seeping into the dead leaves and weeds on the ground.

boom!
The moment napalm came into contact with the white phosphorus flame, the flames suddenly shot up.

The fire flared up rapidly in an instant, turning from orange to bright white in a flash.

The flames spread from the tree crown to the trunk, and then from the trunk to the dead leaves and weeds on the ground.

The jungles that had been sleeping in the sunlight now writhed like startled beasts in the flames, crackling and popping.

Thick smoke rose from the burning tree canopy, obscuring most of the sky.

Smoke billowed in the sky, like a thick black curtain that swallowed the sunlight.

The flames, starting from points, spread into lines, and then into surfaces, eventually becoming a vast sea of ​​fire.

From a distance, the burning jungle looked like a surging sea of ​​flames, turning the entire sky a dark red.

The young combat officer in the cockpit looked down at the sea of ​​fire and grinned.
"Hehehe, this is going to be a real problem for them."

The judge sat in the cabin, looking out the porthole at the burning jungle below.

The flames were burning in the direction of New Delhi.

He thought to himself: This fire has been lit.

He picked up the communicator and said, "All crews, evacuate."

Thirty helicopters traced arcs in the air before turning back and flying towards the forward base.

The judge sat in the cabin, glancing back through the porthole at the sea of ​​fire burning behind him.

I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes.

the other side.

In the command center in the heart of New Delhi, Hassan stood in front of a map, staring at the red area he had marked.

He kept receiving news from the front lines, and every single one of them was not optimistic:
The forest to the south is on fire again, and the fire is spreading rapidly, advancing northeastward. Fires have also broken out to the east and west.
He walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and saw a patch of dark red light on the distant horizon.

The light shone from the southwest, like a sun rising from the ground, its orange-red rays spreading across the sky and turning the entire western sky blood red.

Cough cough cough.
He clutched his chest, feeling tightness and shortness of breath.

I almost couldn't breathe, and my lips turned a little purple.

Oh my god!

"Baby's Chinese people, they actually set a fire from more than 100 kilometers away!"

I thought they would act from dozens of kilometers away, so that Shiva and the air defense system could still function and stop them from setting fires.

But they had no intention of getting close at all; they threw a fire from a distance and ran away, giving us no chance to react.

Shift!

The adjutant next to him quickly came over to help him up. He leaned against the wall and took a few deep breaths.

He turned around and said to his adjutant behind him:

"Continue to send more people to clear the firebreaks."

Make it as wide as possible.

Furthermore, the research department was notified to immediately evacuate all Shiva's calamities back to the vicinity of the core area.

The adjutant responded and ran out.

Hassan stood alone by the window, watching the flames burning on the horizon in the distance. His hand rested on the windowsill, his knuckles turning slightly white.

His lips trembled slightly.

This resulted in heavy losses.
although.

The fire attack started 120 kilometers away, which gave them more time to build firebreaks and reduce casualties among both zombies and humans.

but.

The wind speed during the day was level four, and the wind direction was southwest, which was blowing the fire towards New Delhi.

New Delhi is located in a plain area, and under these weather conditions, flying fire is almost inevitable.

This means they need to clear at least a 30-kilometer-long firebreak to ensure the fire doesn't spread to the core area.

However, a 30-kilometer-long firebreak cannot be completed in a short time.

In other words, Hassan had no idea whether he could prevent the fire.

It's highly unlikely that it can be defended against.

But even if we can't defend against it, we still have to, otherwise it will burn down and we'll all be finished.

Hassan stared at the increasingly bright flames in the distance, muttered a few curses under his breath, and then picked up the communicator:
"Tell everyone, don't stop, dig as wide as you can, dig as long as you can."

The fire was getting bigger and bigger.

The wind blew from the southwest, pushing the flames to spread northeast.

The zombies that had been lurking in the jungle and had no time to retreat began to stir as the flames approached.

Large numbers of zombies were engulfed by flames, rolling and roaring in the sea of ​​fire, emitting a burnt smell.

Flames leaped in the wind, dots forming lines, lines forming patches.

The fire line advanced northeastward across the plains at an increasingly rapid pace.

far away.

The judge sat in the helicopter, quietly watching the ever-growing sea of ​​fire, knowing that the fire had spread and could not be stopped.

So he said to Lao Qin:

"Old Qin, let's turn back."

Old Qin glanced at the sea of ​​fire, responded, and the helicopter turned northeast, heading towards the forward base.

The sea of ​​fire behind them grew brighter and brighter in the afternoon sun.
It's like a sun rising from the ground.

(End of this chapter)