Apocalypse Rebirth: 3000 million won at the beginning

High in the air, dozens of kilometers away from New Delhi.

The judge sat in the helicopter, looking down at the scorched earth through the porthole.

Looking down from the sky, the land within a radius of hundreds of miles looked as if it had been covered with a black carpet.

Those once lush canopies, those dense thickets that couldn't even let in sunlight, are now just charred trunks, standing crookedly in the ashes.

Large swaths of ash drifted in the air, like a silent snowfall, slowly settling on the scorched earth.

Smoke rose from the ground, forming a layer of hazy smog in the low sky.

Sunlight pierced through the smoke, casting dark red patches of light on the scorched earth.

The air was filled with a pungent, burnt smell, mixed with the bitter odor of burning metal and rubber.

Looking at the scene before him, the judge picked up his communicator and contacted Xiao Jun:
"The entire area of ​​2,000 square kilometers surrounding New Delhi was burned down."

The flames were still spreading outwards, but the speed had slowed down.

He paused for a moment and then continued:
"Smoke is still rising from the core area, but the open flames have been mostly extinguished. The ground temperature should still be very high, with a thick layer of ash."

Xiao Jun's voice came from the other end of the communicator: "What's the situation on the Indian side?"

The judge looked out the porthole toward the core area, and after a moment replied:
"They held it off; the 200-meter-wide firebreak they built worked, but some stray fire still managed to get in. A small section of the core area burned, some people died, and some houses were burned."

"but."

He paused, then said, "But they still managed to hold the core area."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communicator, then Xiao Jun's voice came through again:

"Okay, I see."

Communication is interrupted.

The judge leaned back in his chair, continuing to gaze at the scorched earth through the porthole.

Ashes danced in the wind, like an endless funeral.

The fire in the heart of New Delhi has finally been extinguished.

The remaining embers were still emitting wisps of smoke, and the scorched earth on the ground still exuded a scorching heat; most of the open flames had been completely extinguished.

The houses that had been set ablaze by the flying sparks were reduced to mere frames, standing crookedly in the ashes.

The charred walls were covered with cracks, as if they had been through an earthquake.

The workers sat slumped in the ashes, shovels still in their hands.

Their faces were covered in soot, their eyes were bloodshot, their lips were cracked, their hands were blistered, and their clothes had several holes burned in them.

Someone threw the shovel on the ground, lay on their back in the ashes, gasping for breath, their chest heaving violently.

“It’s gone…it’s finally gone…” A worker slumped to the ground, head tilted back, his voice hoarse.

His companion sat on the ground, hugging his knees, muttering, "At least we survived..."

"God, I thought I was going to die here today." Another person slumped against the wall, as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

He looked down at his hands; the skin between his thumb and forefinger was raw and torn, with blood and ash mixed together to form a dark reddish-black layer.

"They survived..."

"It's good that you're alive..."

The group chatted amongst themselves, their voices hoarse and strained, as if they had been burned.

An old man squatted in the corner and reached out to touch the charred wall.

He lowered his head, looking at the ashes scattered on the ground, his eyes bloodshot, unable to speak.

Not far away, several workers were squatting together, sharing a pot of water.

Someone took a sip, handed the water bottle to the next person, and licked their chapped lips.
"I finally made it through... I feel like I never want to see fire again in my life."

Another worker took the water bottle, drank a sip, and wiped his mouth.

"You still have the energy to think about these things? What I'm thinking about is when the Chinese will come over."

The first person paused for a moment, then asked, "Will they come?"

The second person did not answer, but simply handed the water bottle back to his companion.

The people around fell silent. Only the wind occasionally blew by, stirring up the ash, which swirled and drifted away in the low air.

The center of the core area.

Hassan stood on the roof of the command post, looking at the scorched earth smoking in the distance, and at the workers slumped in the ashes, and remained silent for a long time.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of worry.

"The real challenge is probably yet to come, sigh."

He walked down the stairs, arrived at the door of the Grand Marshal's office, pushed the door open, and went inside.

The Grand Marshal also stood by the window, looking at the scorched earth smoking in the distance.

Hassan walked up behind him:
"Grand Marshal, the fire is out, but I suspect the Chinese will arrive soon."

The Grand Marshal turned around and asked, "When will they arrive?"

Hassan shook his head:

"I don't know. We've lost contact with the remnants of the forward base. They've most likely been captured. We're not getting any intelligence right now and we don't know what the Chinese are up to."

The Grand Marshal was silent for a moment: "Then let's prepare for the worst."

Hassan nodded: "I'll go and take stock of the losses first."

He turned and walked out of the office.

An hour later, Hassan returned to the Grand Marshal's office with a folder in his hand, his eyes filled with pain.

He stood in front of the table, opened the folder, and spoke in a hoarse voice:
"Grand Marshal, after a quick inventory, the losses from this fire were extremely severe."

Sixty percent of the zombies have died, and it is now estimated that less than three million remain.

Ten thousand combatants died, leaving fewer than ten thousand.

Many vehicles and equipment were burned because they could not be moved in time.

Tens of thousands of civilians died..."

He closed the folder and looked at the Grand Marshal: "Grand Marshal, the Chinese will definitely come. We need to hurry up and make preparations."

The Grand Marshal leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and remained silent for a long time. After a while, he finally asked:
Do you think we still have a chance of winning?

Hassan remained silent and did not answer.

The Grand Marshal glanced at him: "Tell the truth."

Hassan remained silent for a few seconds.

Ugh.
He shook his head: "Almost none."

The Grand Marshal closed his eyes again.
After a while, he opened his eyes and asked again, "Then tell me, what should we do?"

Hassan lowered his head.

He thought for a moment and said, "Why don't we give up on New Delhi and head south?"

The Grand Marshal looked at him and sneered, "Ha! You think you can get away?"

Hassan smiled wryly, "Most of the people can't escape. The fire is still spreading, and we're surrounded by fire in all directions. With so many civilians, we can't move fast at all."

But if we abandon the zombies, Shiva, and the common people, and just leave with only us, there is still hope.

The office fell silent.

The Grand Marshal sat in his chair, his gaze fixed on the scorched earth outside the window, and sighed:

"Without zombies and Shiva, where can we run to? We'll just be barely clinging to life."

As he spoke, his eyes hardened: "Stay here and hold out to the death."

"Are you willing?"

Facing the marshal's fixed gaze, Hassan nodded heavily.

"Then call all the high-ranking officers over, let's have a meeting," the Grand Marshal said.

"Okay." Hassan turned and walked out of the office.

A short while later.

Indian high-ranking officials gathered in the conference room to discuss their next steps.

However, arguments erupted in the meeting room, with two opposing sides unable to reach a consensus.

An officer suddenly stood up, bracing himself on the table with both hands and leaning forward:
"Grand Marshal, we cannot stay here and wait to die! The forward base can't even withstand the firepower of the Chinese, and our defenses won't last long against them!"

Another officer spoke up immediately, his voice urgent and anxious:
"I also agree with the retreat. While there is still time, let's evacuate all the people and equipment we can take, head south, and go to a more distant place."

Staying here means certain death. The fire is still burning, and the Chinese are coming. We can't hold out much longer.

The pro-war officers immediately stood up to refute:
"Go south? Where can you go by going south? There's fire all around. Are you planning to lead hundreds of thousands of people through a sea of ​​fire?"

"That's better than waiting to die here!" The voices of those advocating retreat grew louder. "At least there's a glimmer of hope; staying means certain annihilation!"

"Your so-called chance of survival is to abandon the people, abandon those who have fought alongside us for so many years, and run away?" The pro-war officer snorted heavily, his tone unfriendly.

The officer who advocated retreat choked and turned red in the face:

"Then what do you suggest? Do you have a way to stop the Chinese? Do you have a way to put out those fires? Tell me!"

The meeting room descended into chaos again, filled with arguments, the sound of banging on the table, and sighs.

Someone slammed their fist on the table, stood up, and started cursing at the person opposite them.

Someone sat in a chair with clenched fists, his face ashen, and he didn't say a word.

The Grand Marshal remained silent until the argument abruptly stopped.

He looked at everyone before finally speaking.

"I've decided to stay."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone present, his tone calm yet resolute.
"No one wants to die, but I can't abandon hundreds of thousands of civilians and high-ranking officials to escape. It's not a question of whether I can or can't, it's a question of whether I'm willing or not."

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

Although some people were still unwilling, no one dared to object anymore.

After the meeting, several officers did not return to their dormitories but went straight to the parking lot.

They opened the car door, loaded boxes of supplies onto the vehicle, climbed into the driver's seat, started the engine, and sped off south of New Delhi.

But after driving only a few kilometers, the tire went flat.

The ground had just been scorched by a fire, and the residual heat was still very high. The tires were directly scalded, and the rubber melted on the scorched earth.

The rubber was stuck to the scorched ground, emitting white smoke.

The car can't move.

The officers looked at each other, their faces pale.

One of them jumped out of the car, his feet grimacing as he stepped on the scorched earth. He stared at the melting tires for a few seconds in silence, then cursed:
"Damn it, we can't leave."

Left with no other option, they had to walk back.

The center of the core area.

The Grand Marshal watched the officers return quietly, his eyes slightly cold.

He received the news as soon as these people left, but he didn't send anyone to stop them.

At that moment, he saw them return, looking disheveled and dejected. He said nothing, but simply turned and instructed his men:
"Tow their vehicles back and put the supplies back into storage."

"Yes, Grand Marshal." The subordinate immediately went to make the arrangements.

Then, the Grand Marshal arrived at the command room.

Looking at everyone in the command room, he asked:
How long will it take for the ground to cool down?

One of the researchers stepped forward and adjusted his glasses:

"It will take at least a day. The ground temperature is still nearly 80 degrees Celsius. Special vehicles can barely move, but the tires of ordinary vehicles cannot withstand it. We will have to wait at least a day for the temperature to drop before we can drive normally."

The Grand Marshal frowned, looked out at the scorched earth, turned to Hassan, and said:

"Distribute guns to everyone who can handle them, and release all the zombies and Shiva, spreading them out over an area of ​​hundreds of square kilometers around New Delhi."

This time, we're going to wear the Chinese down and fight them to the bitter end.

Hassan's eyes flashed with shock. The Grand Marshal meant that the Chinese were going to fight to the death.

Feeling inexplicably excited, he nodded: "I'll make the arrangements right away."

The order was quickly relayed.

Those Indian fighters who survived began distributing weapons and ammunition to all civilians who could handle a gun.

Some civilians were shaking when they received the guns.

Several elderly men sat in a corner, looking at the old rifle in front of them with complicated expressions.

on the street.

Temporary roadblocks were erected one after another, and the remaining vehicles turned around and formed a formation at the intersection, stirring up dust and scorched earth that drifted everywhere in a hazy mist.

Three million zombies, led by operators, poured out of the core area and densely distributed across the ruins and ashes covering hundreds of square kilometers.

The zombies were slowly moving outwards under control.

Several Shiva lords mingled among the corpses, their massive bodies moving slowly through the ashes, leaving deep furrows in their wake.

The entire outskirts of New Delhi resemble a giant slaughterhouse, waiting for its prey to enter.

In the distance, more than a dozen helicopters hovered in the sky.

The judge sat in the cabin, looking through the porthole at the slowly moving horde of zombies on the ground. After a while, he picked up the communicator:
"Xiao Jun, the Indians have released all the zombies, probably two or three million, scattered across an area of ​​hundreds of square kilometers around New Delhi."

There was also Shiva, the plague god; I saw at least a dozen of them, scattered among the carnage, trying to blend in and evade our detection.

"However, these Shiva lords are so large that they are still easy to spot."

He paused, then continued:

“Our heavy artillery has a range of 40 kilometers. Shiva is a big target. We can take out Shiva first and then slowly clear out the zombies.”

After a few seconds of silence on the other end of the communicator, Xiao Jun's voice came through:

"understood."

After finishing his conversation with Xiao Jun, the judge leaned back in his chair, his gaze still fixed on the ashes and the horde of corpses.

A few hours later.

Xiao Jun's main force from the camphor tree base is currently advancing towards New Delhi.

Ahead, a winding river separates the scorched earth from the road that came from.

The river surface shimmered with a grayish-white light, and charred branches and debris were scattered on the scorched earth opposite the riverbank.

The convoy stopped.

Xiao Jun got out of the car and stood next to the command vehicle, looking at the clear river in front of him and then at the vast expanse of ashes on the opposite bank.

"Commander, the instructors have contacted us again."

"coming."

Xiao Jun returned to the car, put on his headset,

The judge's voice came through the communicator: "Have you arrived yet?"

Xiao Jun replied, "We've arrived. There's a river ahead. Once we cross the river, we'll be in New Delhi. According to the map, it's less than 200 kilometers away from New Delhi."

"it is good."

The judge continued to report the situation:

"The other side is now covered with zombies. We have seen twenty-three Shiva scourges mixed in with them. I feel that the Indians are planning to use the zombie horde as cover and use the Shiva scourges to emit infrasound to attack you."

As I told you before, the first thing you should do after crossing the river is to destroy those Shiva lords and blow them all up.

"Row."

"I will contact you immediately if there is any movement here."

"Uh-huh."

Xiao Jun responded, put down the communicator, and walked towards the makeshift tent.

Inside the tent, all of the dozen or so battalion commanders had arrived.

Luo Shichang, Wang Xing, Chen Dachui, Tang Ji, Zhuang Wenqian, Zhang Hutou, Xie Zihao, Zhou Dafu, Meng De, Ye Zi, Le Ziqing, and Wang Xin, the twelve captains of the Minwu Brigade, stood on the left and right respectively.

Standing beside them were eight reserve brigade captains: Zhou Ning, Song Wen, Liu Chunsheng, Li Qingshan, Zhao Tiezhu, Sun Dayong, Wu Laoqi, and Yang Xiaodong.

Xiao Hu and Zuo Ruxue stood in the back row, each holding a list of supplies in their hands.

Xiao Jun walked to the map, placed his hands on the edge of the table, and scanned everyone present with his eyes.

"Give me a report on the personnel and supplies situation," he said.

Zuo Ruxue took a step forward and opened the notebook in her hand:

"Twelve militia brigades and eight reserve brigades, totaling four thousand combat personnel."

There are 1,800 transport personnel, all of whom are veteran transport workers that Xiao Hu and I trained before. They are all capable of fighting.

Including all of them, the total number of combat-ready personnel is 5,800.

Xiao Jun nodded, signaling her to continue.

"continue."

"it is good."

Zuo Ruxue continued:
"In addition, regarding the supply vehicles..."

"Thirty mechs, two hundred armored vehicles, one hundred and fifty infantry transport vehicles, five hundred supply trucks, four hundred artillery pieces, twenty oil tankers, four missile vehicles, five medical vehicles, and thirty helicopters."

These features allow us to maintain a high degree of mobility.

"But in terms of food, we have only prepared less than half a month's worth."

After Zuo Ruxue finished speaking, Xiao Hu stepped forward and opened the list in his hand:
"Regarding ammunition."

"150,000 artillery shells of various calibers and 50 million rounds of rifle and machine gun ammunition. Last time, headquarters dispatched helicopters to deliver a large amount of ammunition, so our ammunition reserves are very sufficient."

After listening, Xiao Jun's gaze lingered on the map for a moment.

"it is good."

He turned around and looked at everyone: "The tactical plan is as follows."

He stretched out his hand and drew a huge triangular arrow on the map, the line running through the heart of New Delhi and pointing forward.

"The convoy formed a triangular cone formation and drove directly into New Delhi."

The entire convoy remained together, without separating or splitting up.

The infrasound waves of Shiva, the calamity god, can harm scattered squads, but they cannot penetrate our defensive array. Therefore, we will absolutely not besiege New Delhi, nor will we scatter our troops.

"Also, I'd like to remind everyone."

"Helicopters will not be involved in the battle for the time being because the infrasound array cannot protect the cabin."

Therefore, helicopters are responsible for aerial observation and providing intelligence support.

He lowered his hand, his gaze sweeping across the faces of everyone present, and said:
"Everyone, do you understand?"

"Understood!" everyone responded in unison, their tone crisp and decisive.

After the meeting.

Zhou Ning, the captain of the reserve militia brigade, returned to his armored vehicle.
He crouched down beside the car, checked the magazine, rested the gun on his knees, and said to Song Wen beside him:

"Brother Song, how long do you think the fight will last tomorrow?"

Song Wen leaned against the car, a cigarette dangling from his lips.
"I don't know, but it's definitely not going to be easy. Hey, three million zombies, and those Shiva scourges, it's no joke."

Zhou Ning laughed: "That's perfect. If I can level up three times after we finish fighting, I can stay in an A-grade room."

"You're dreaming, aren't you?" Song Wen laughed.

That night, many of the combatants tossed and turned, unable to sleep.

Some people were squatting next to the car smoking, while others were sitting on ammunition boxes, lost in thought.

A few other people lay in the truck bed, gazing at the stars in the night sky above, chatting idly.

The war starts tomorrow, and nobody can sleep soundly.

They were all waiting for that moment.

At six o'clock the next morning, it was still not fully light.

Xiao Jun woke up early and stood beside the command vehicle, watching the convoy that was already fully prepared and ready to depart.

He took a deep breath and picked up the communicator: "Let's go."

The convoy started moving slowly.

Crossing the bridge
The armored vehicles at the front rolled over the scorched earth, kicking up a cloud of black ash that resembled a black river flowing towards New Delhi.

The convoy stretched for kilometers, moving slowly through the ashes, looking from afar like a flowing torrent of steel across the land.

At 10 a.m., the main force was less than 50 kilometers from New Delhi.

The convoy stopped for a rest.

Xiao Jun jumped off the command vehicle and stepped onto the ashes. The ground felt soft under his feet, and his boots sank in a little.

The convoy left deep tracks on the scorched earth, like countless scars on the ground.

Ashes occasionally rose from the ground, swirled in the air for a while, and then slowly fell back down.

He looked up at the silhouette of the city shrouded in smoke in the distance, then looked down at the map.

Not far away, more than a dozen helicopters flew toward them.

sizzle-

The judge's voice came through the communicator:

"Xiao Jun, the Shiva calamity lords are scattered around the outer perimeter of the core area. What we will see later should all be level-two Shiva calamity lords."

The level three one should still be at the very innermost part of the core area, surrounded and protected by the level two ones.

"Okay," Xiao Jun replied, putting the communicator back on his chest.

He waved to the convoy behind him, "Keep moving."

The convoy continued forward. An hour later, they were less than fifteen kilometers from New Delhi.

The judge's voice rang out again:
"The Indians have spotted you; the zombie horde is moving towards you."

Xiao Jun looked ahead through the car window.

In the distance, amidst the ashes, a gray tide is slowly surging forward.

The zombies were densely packed, stretching as far as the eye could see, like a gray carpet covering the earth, slowly and steadily advancing towards them.

A level-two Shiva calamity deity mingled in the center of the horde of corpses, its massive body standing out conspicuously among them.

Xiao Jun pressed the communicator and quickly gave the order:

"The convoy has stopped moving. The infrasound array defense system is activated."

"Missile vehicle, target those Shiva lords. First round of firing, coverage area."

"receive."

"receive."

All vehicles stopped and remained in the shape of a cone.

ka ka ka-

The heavy cannons on the four missile vehicles simultaneously raised, their muzzles pointing at the massive outline in the distant ashes.

"Point 1: XX, Point 2: XX"

Based on the location information provided by the judge, the artillery immediately located Shiva, the calamity lord.

They were still more than ten kilometers away from Shiva, but the heavy artillery could fire from forty kilometers away, which was no problem at all.

"emission!"

Boom—Boom—Boom—

The shell emitted a piercing whistle as it shot out of the cannon barrel.

Eight heavy artillery shells traced eight arcs in the sky, passing over the ashes and hordes of zombies, and crashed into the center of the zombie horde, exploding into a huge fireball in the ashes.

The first level-two Shiva calamity lord struggled briefly in the explosion, followed by the second and third shells, which shook the earth once more. The zombie's massive body twisted in the flames and finally stopped moving.

Next, the four missile vehicles completed their first round of firing, the muzzles were raised again, and the reloading was finished.

In the second salvo, eight more shells soared into the air and struck the other moving Shiva.

Within minutes, several huge bursts of fire exploded in the distant horde of corpses.

More than a dozen Shiva lords fell down under the continuous bombardment of heavy artillery, like collapsing hills.

Besides Shiva, the zombies and Indians within a radius of several dozen meters were also killed by the heavy artillery.

Xiao Jun stood on the roof of the car, looked through binoculars, and asked the judge if Shiva, the calamity lord, was still there.

After learning that Shiva, the scourge, had been killed, he pressed the communicator: "Convoy, advance."

The convoy started again, and the massive triangular formation began to advance.

Their plan was to use the long-range bombardment capability of heavy artillery to kill Shiva, the calamity god, first.

Then move it.

In this way, the infrasound waves of Shiva, the calamity lord, would no longer pose a threat to the convoy.

Boom boom boom—

The convoy stretched out, its wheels crushing the ashes and kicking up clouds of dust.

The armored vehicles at the front were arranged in a wedge formation, with their guns pointing forward in unison.

A horde of zombies, forming a semicircle, surged toward them.

"Target: Zombie horde, fire!" Xiao Jun commanded.

Immediately afterwards, the two hundred armored vehicles that were moving opened fire at the same time, the sound of artillery fire blending together, and dense shells rained down on the horde of zombies.

Boom boom boom—

Flames exploded continuously ahead, tearing the zombie horde to pieces. Flesh and limbs flew through the air before being swallowed by ashes and smoke.

The Indians were terrified as the shells fell from the sky.

A young Indian fighter lay prone behind cover, watching the inferno of explosions ahead, his voice trembling:

"How come they have so many shells... how come they can't run them all out..."

The person next to him looked terrified and gripped the gun in his hand even tighter.

But gripping the gun seemed pointless; their bullets couldn't even leave a mark on the armored vehicle's steel plates.

Moreover, they were all killed by artillery shells before they even got close.

The convoy continued to move forward.

After traveling about ten more kilometers, the judge in the air approached along with the main force.

Suddenly, the judges spotted several Shiva deities in the New Delhi quarantine zone and quickly contacted Xiao Jun:
"Xiao Jun, stop! We've spotted Shiva again, southeast of the New Delhi quarantine zone."

Inside the command vehicle.

Upon hearing the judge's message, Xiao Jun immediately ordered a halt to the advance.

Immediately afterwards, the infrasound array was activated, and an invisible barrier enveloped the entire convoy.

Inside the carriage, all the combat personnel felt a slight buzzing sound coming from under their feet, like a low-frequency vibration penetrating their bones.

After a while.

The third-level Shiva calamity lord in the center also launched a sonic attack. The invisible infrasound surged like a tide, but was weakened when it came into contact with the infrasound array, and only a slight vibration was transmitted into the carriage.

"It works!" Xue Zhihua's voice came through the communicator, tinged with excitement.
"The array is operating normally. The infrasound is blocked, and the sound waves have not penetrated the protective layer!"

Xiao Jun narrowed his eyes slightly as he listened to Xue Zhihua's voice on the communicator.

He picked up the communicator and said coldly:
"All armored vehicles, open fire!"

The convoy opened fire again.

Two thousand shells roared out and crashed into the dense horde of corpses ahead.

The explosions of the shells hitting the ground came one after another, and the shockwaves knocked the surrounding zombies to the ground.

Many zombies were torn to pieces by artillery fire before they could even reach the front lines, their limbs scattered across the scorched earth.

Around the vehicle.

The mechs moved back and forth along the edge of the formation.

The machine guns in their hands spat out tongues of fire, and the bullet belts swept across the zombie horde like lines of fire.

A zombie was hit in the chest by a bullet from a mech. The impact sent it crashing backward and it fell to the ground, where it remained motionless.

Another zombie lunged at the leg of a mech from the side. The mech pilot reacted quickly, turned around, and cleaved the zombie in half at the waist with a single slash.

sizzle-

A mech raised its right arm, and a laser cannon flashed with blue and white light, aiming at a densely packed area of ​​zombies in front of it. A beam of light swept across and melted the entire area of ​​zombies.

One after another, zombies fell to the ground under the laser cannons, like wheat being harvested by a scythe.

The laser cannon is extremely powerful, but it also consumes a lot of electricity.

The zombies that were hit didn't even have time to scream before they turned into a burning pile of ashes.

Where the laser passed, it left a charred groove.

Sitting in the command vehicle, Xiao Jun frowned slightly as he looked at the horde of zombies being bombarded by artillery fire.

Although the zombie horde couldn't get within 500 meters of their convoy, they were consuming too much ammunition.

He quickly contacted Zuo Ruxue, who was in the center of the triangular formation:

"The ammunition is being used up a bit too quickly. Have the transport trucks follow up and replenish it as needed."

"Received." Upon receiving the message, Zuo Ruxue immediately arranged for vehicles to go and replenish the armored vehicle's ammunition.

A transport vehicle drove up from behind and stopped next to the armored vehicle.

crunch--

The transport personnel quickly jumped off the vehicle, carried boxes of ammunition, and ran towards the armored vehicle, placing the boxes outside the armored vehicle.

The combat personnel inside the armored vehicle skillfully and in perfect coordination pushed ammunition into the turret, replacing the empty ammunition boxes.

The convoy stopped.

Members of the militia brigade inside the infantry transport vehicle also got out to intercept the approaching zombies.

Although the shells could kill a lot of zombies, there were just too many of them.

Some zombies still managed to rush to within a short distance of the convoy.

The convoy is to the east.

Chen Dachui stood next to an armored vehicle, firing a machine gun at the front.

Da da da da—

His shoulders went numb from hitting, but he didn't stop, muttering, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

west.

Tang Ji crouched behind the car, changed a magazine, and peeked out at the advancing horde of zombies ahead.

Ahead lay nothing but zombies, and sporadic gunshots—the surviving Indian fighters firing in vain.

He shouted:
"Stay behind the armored vehicles and don't let the zombies get close to the convoy."

Gunfire and artillery fire mingled together.

Groups of Indian zombies attacked.

The zombie corpses were piled up into small mountains.

The battlefield is in a strange balance.

The entire battle lasted nearly two and a half hours.

The once endless army of zombies has thinned considerably under the continuous barrage of artillery fire.

Those once densely packed hordes of zombies are now reduced to scattered remains, lying sparsely on the scorched earth.

Outside the train carriage.

A combatant leaned against the vehicle wall, a rifle slung across his thigh, panting heavily, while his comrade handed him a canteen of water.

"Damn, I'm exhausted."

"It's so much fun! It's even more fun than a lawnmower game!"

"Of course, hahaha."

"I counted, I've emptied 20 magazines, that feels great."

After the zombies became sparse.

Xiao Jun ordered the convoy to move forward again.

They would stop from time to time to avoid an attack from Shiva, the calamity lord, in the central region.

In this stop-and-go process, they continued to approach the buffer zone of New Delhi.

An hour later, they advanced into the New Delhi buffer zone, meaning they had entered New Delhi, albeit on the outermost edge.

Looking at the footage from the drone, Xiao Jun asked the judge:

How much further?

The judge high in the sky not far away immediately replied:
"The core area is less than five kilometers away. All the Shiva scourges on the periphery have been eliminated. Judging from the current situation, the remaining Shiva scourges are concentrated in the core area."

Furthermore, the core area will likely be very difficult to advance into. It's teeming with zombies, as well as many Indian soldiers. There are also numerous buildings, and many Indians are probably hiding inside. You must be very careful.

Xiao Jun was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Missile vehicles, prepare to target the core area."

He stopped halfway through his sentence.

"Command adjustment".

"All armored vehicles and artillery, prepare immediately and await my command. We will be firing at full capacity, 2 rounds."

"The missile vehicle will fire 500 heavy artillery shells immediately."

"Bombard the area with artillery fire, blasting out the entire core area of ​​over ten square kilometers!"

Boom boom boom—

The heavy artillery took the lead.

The heavy cannons on the four missile launchers simultaneously raised, their muzzles aimed at the distant area covered in ash.

The sound of shells bursting from the muzzle was sharp and piercing, one after another, like a river of steel flowing through the sky.

Shells rained down, the dense explosions causing the earth to tremble violently, even the outer walls of the core area in the distance shook violently, and the cracks on the walls continued to deepen and spread.

Xiao Jun spoke on the public channel, and all the gunners of the armored vehicles heard him.

"Fuck."

"2 rounds, that's enough to plow up the entire core area!"

However, they immediately did as instructed, adjusting the angle and launching towards the core area.

at the same time.

Upon hearing the news, Zuo Ruxue, who was on the transport truck, immediately ordered the transport personnel to unload the artillery from the truck.

They brought several hundred artillery pieces of various calibers with them this time.

Portable mortars were the most numerous.

Load the shells and calibrate the position.

Fire the shells.

Cannons of different specifications have different powers.

Heavy artillery shells can kill Indians within a radius of hundreds of meters.

However, mortars can also kill zombies within a radius of several meters.

Boom boom boom—

The shells fell like meteors into the heart of New Delhi.

In Xiao Jun's view, rather than fighting with the Indians in the core area, they might be ambushed by the Indians taking advantage of the terrain.

Instead of using artillery to bombard the area, we should take full advantage of their ammunition advantage at Dazhangshu.

Boom boom boom boom—

Hundreds of artillery pieces, along with the cannons of 200 armored vehicles, opened fire simultaneously.

Twenty thousand shells were fired, and it took almost an hour.

When the last round of shells landed, the entire core area of ​​New Delhi had been completely transformed.

All those once towering buildings have collapsed.

Broken bricks and twisted steel bars were scattered on the scorched earth, and the smoke and dust that filled the air took a long time to settle.

The once densely built core area has now become a ruin.

The Shiva statue, which was over ten meters tall, was gone.

Twenty thousand shells razed the core area to the ground.

Smoke filled the sky.

The last batch of zombies in the core area were completely wiped out by the intense artillery fire.

Xiao Jun looked at the ruins ahead and lit a cigarette.

hiss--

call--

He casually pressed the communicator: "All troops advance, clear the battlefield."

The armored vehicles started up and drove in a grand procession toward the core area.

Behind.

Yang Tianlong sat inside the armored vehicle, looking at the scorched earth ahead, a smile on his lips, his voice slightly hoarse:
"Damn it, it took a full five hours to finish."

"Come on, let's sweep the floor."

The armored vehicle left, but the transport vehicle remained in place.

The central artillery position.

A gunner slumped to the ground, his face covered in dust, his legs trembling with soreness, but he grinned from ear to ear:

"The cannon barrel was red-hot; I thought it was going to explode, but it held up!"

Another combatant crouched in the truck bed, rubbing his ears, which were numb from the gunfire.

He rummaged around again, then grinned:

"Damn it, even Old Li's Italian cannons aren't as powerful as heavy artillery. My ears are filled with a buzzing sound, and everything sounds like it's through a layer of cloth."

"I think they're just paper tigers." Wang Xing chuckled and patted the gun barrel. "Three million zombies, can they withstand ten thousand of our artillery shells?"

"Ten thousand rounds? You underestimate those guys at headquarters." Meng De patted the ammunition box at his feet.

"We just fired 20,000 shots."

Everyone laughed.

The center of the core area.

The remains of the third-level Shiva calamity lord had been blown beyond recognition, with traces of white phosphorus bomb charring still remaining around it, and a faint, sour smell of white phosphorus lingering in the air.

Twenty thousand shells were concentrated on bombarding the core area, leveling all the buildings. The level three Shiva calamity lord was also blown to pieces, leaving not even a complete skeleton.

As for the Indian civilians, very few would survive under such intense artillery fire.

The judge looked down at the ground from the air and saw that the core area had been bombed flat.

Immediately contact Xiao Jun: "Shiva should be completely wiped out, but there are still many remaining zombies and Indians escaping outside. I'll lead a helicopter squadron to annihilate these fleeing Indians."

Xiao Jun responded, "Okay."

Thirty helicopters dispersed and fired at the fleeing Indians and zombies on the ground.

Da da da da—

The machine gun under the fuselage began to spew fire, and bullets rained down on the zombies that were still moving on the ground and the few Indian fighters who were putting up a last-ditch resistance.

The remaining zombies on the ground were eliminated one by one under the firepower of the helicopters.

He was hit in the head and his chest was pierced; the hot shell casings fell into the ashes.

The helicopters took turns flying over, eliminating any still-moving targets on the ground one by one, leaving none behind.

An Indian fighter had just crawled out of the rubble and was firing his gun into the sky when, before he could pull the trigger, he was hit by a burst of bullets from the helicopter and fell to the ground, motionless.

Xiao Jun stood beside the command vehicle, looking calmly at the scorched earth being cleared by helicopters in the distance.

Suddenly, he looked at the corpse of the third-level Shiva, the calamity lord, not far away.

Given that Indians have conducted in-depth research on zombies, they must have a zombie research institute.

So he immediately summoned Wang Xing:

"Wang Xing, call researcher Wang Yin and take a few search teams to search the core area and see if you can find the Indian research institute."

Wang Xing nodded, "I guarantee I will complete the mission."

He quickly ordered his squads to disperse and begin searching the ruins.

Time passed second by second.

The search team made a discovery very quickly.

A combatant stopped in front of the entrance to a collapsed underground structure.

I crouched down and cleared away the rubble covering the entrance, revealing a heavy iron gate.

He turned around and shouted, "We've found something here!"

He coughed violently as soon as he finished speaking.

cough cough-

It was covered in dust.

Several combatants gathered around and worked together to push the iron gate open.

Behind the iron gate was a staircase leading downwards.

The lighting was dim, but it was vaguely visible that the passageway had been reinforced.

They walked down a long flight of stairs and entered an underground facility.

The room was filled with rows of metal shelves, piled high with file boxes, document bags, and various sealed sample boxes.

Zombie researcher Wang Yin followed behind the crowd.

Upon seeing the shelves inside, Wang Yin quickly stepped up from the back of the line.

He crouched down, picked up a sealed sample box, looked at the label, and his eyes lit up slightly:
"This contains all the information that the Indian has gathered over the years about zombie research, as well as data on the cultivation of Shiva, the Lord of Disasters."

"And all sorts of modified samples, everything's here, great! With this data, our research on zombies can definitely advance further."

"Quickly inform the commander of this news."

"Okay," Wang Xing replied with a smile.

It only took about ten minutes.

Xiao Jun received the news and rushed over.

He stood at the entrance to the basement, watching the boxes of documents and samples being moved out, a hint of joy in his eyes.

He stepped on the ashes that drifted in from outside; the ashes crumbled under his feet, making a soft sound.

"Great, move everything out!"

"This time, we not only completed the mission, but also gained valuable insights from India's years of research on zombies."

"On my command, keep digging and see if you can find anything else."

[OS: Finally finished writing this part.] (End of Chapter]