Under One Person: I, the Zombie King of the Ming Dynasty, was dug up

Chapter 87 87: Another city in Japan fell!
New County.

This is a city by the sea.

On the beach.

The sun is shining and the sea breeze is blowing.

The fine and soft beach is covered with golden sand, shining charmingly in the sun.

The waves gently hit the shore, making a pleasant sound.

Many tourists gathered on the beach, sitting or lying, enjoying this rare leisure time.

No one noticed that the sky was a little dark that day.

The originally clear sky began to become gloomy, as if a layer of gauze was gently covering the sunlight.

The clouds in the distance gradually gathered, forming thick dark clouds.

As time went by, the dark clouds became denser and denser. They were like a group of black monsters, moving slowly and gradually covering the entire sky.

The sunlight was completely blocked and the earth fell into darkness.

The sea breeze became stronger, causing the branches to sway, and the sound of waves hitting the shore became more rapid.

"Isn't it sunny today?"

Some people looked at the sky in confusion.

However, no one paid much attention to it. They all began to pack up their belongings on the beach, preparing to leave this place where the world was about to change.

But at this moment, a tourist suddenly drowned. He struggled in the water and cried for help.

“Someone’s drowning.”

"Go and save him quickly."

"Where's the lifeguard?"

Passersby shouted.

The lifeguard also rushed over after hearing the sound, ran forward with a lifebuoy, jumped into the sea, and splashed forward.

wrong.

The lifeguard was stunned.

I don't know when the sea water turned red.

A strange color that is stained with blood and is red with a hint of black.

"So changed color?"

The lifeguard was stunned.

He didn't even notice that the drowning man's cries for help had disappeared in the sound of the waves.

Dead. Dead?

The lifeguard's brain sent out a warning signal and he subconsciously wanted to swim back, but it was too late.

Suddenly, a huge wave surged on the sea. A huge octopus tentacle stretched out from the sea, like a huge black pillar, with endless power and majesty.

The octopus tentacle drew a graceful arc in the air and then suddenly pounced towards the lifeguard.

The lifeguard was completely unprepared for this situation. He only had time to let out a scream before the tentacles tightly entangled him and dragged into the sea.

Suffocation and despair.
Only the gurgling sound of splashing water remained on the sea.

A wave of waves has risen again.

There were screams from the shore.

Suddenly, those who had been in contact with the sea water began to behave strangely.

Their eyes became empty and confused, blood began to flow from the corners of their mouths, and their bodies trembled uncontrollably.

These mutated people seemed to have lost their minds. They pounced on the surrounding tourists and began to bite them frantically.

The tourists were terrified and fled in all directions, trying to avoid these crazy attackers.

However, these mutants seemed to have infinite strength and speed. They quickly moved through the crowd, knocking tourist after tourist to the ground.

Their teeth are extremely sharp, and once they bite into a person's body, they will tear off a piece of flesh.

The screams and cries of tourists echoed throughout the beach, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Some brave people tried to stop these crazy attackers, but without exception they were knocked down and bitten by them.

It's messed up, everything is messed up.

In a business hotel.

Kishida lay tiredly on the sofa, his body almost sinking into the soft cushion.

The room was silent, with only the occasional sound of wind outside the window and the roar of cars in the distance.

His breathing was steady and deep, and he had obviously fallen asleep.

However, this tranquility did not last long.

Suddenly, the phone in the room rang shrilly.

Kishida suddenly woke up from his sleep, his brows furrowed and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He pressed his temples, trying to wake himself up, then reached out and grabbed the phone.

"What's wrong?" His voice was hoarse and low, with obvious sleepiness and fatigue.

He had just slept for two hours. So many crazy things had happened during this period that he could only find time to sleep for three or four hours every day.

Now, his spirit is a little exhausted.

An anxious voice came from the other end of the phone: "Your Excellency the Prime Minister, there is something unusual happening in Xin County."

When Kishida heard the news, all his sleepiness disappeared instantly.

He sat up straighter, his eyes sharpening.

"What? This shouldn't happen!"

Fukushima is so far away from Xinxian, how could such a situation happen in Xinxian?

No, maybe it’s not the Zhaowang Tomb incident.

"I don't know either. This situation is very scary, just like when the blood rain fell. Those people on the beach are like crazy, biting each other."

The voice on the other end of the phone quickly explained the situation like a barrage of gunfire.

All right.

The heart that let go finally died.

Kishida's eyes were red and his face was gloomy.

how could be.

Xinxian and Fukushima are so far away.

Could it be possible that King Zhao could still influence the surroundings through sea water?
It is also said that marine life will also be infected and become blood slaves?
"Mr. Prime Minister, what should we do now?" The voice of the phone interrupted Kishida's thoughts.

How to do?
How does he know.

You know, they have deployed a large number of troops in Toishi Prefecture, which is closest to Fukushima.

"Let's stick with the old plan. Send troops to blockade the area immediately." Kishida gritted his teeth. "Remember, the information must not be leaked from Xinxian."

"Mr. Prime Minister, these are mostly tourists."

"That's none of your business!" Kishida roared.

".yes."

The phone hangs up.

Kishida lay weakly on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling with lifeless eyes.

He is already overwhelmed.

Totally out of control.

Everything was beyond his imagination.

He only has one idea now.

I just hope that the United States can quickly drop nuclear weapons to put an end to all this once and for all.

However, Kishida had no idea how important the secret of immortality was to the top leaders of the United States.

The secret of immortality that they in Japan cannot grasp themselves is coveted by the top officials of the United States.

No matter how many Japanese people die, it has nothing to do with them.

Kishida is in a very complicated mood now.

On the one hand, he hopes that the Eagle Army will solve the Fukushima issue once and for all.

On the other hand, he hoped that the Eagle Army would suffer a great loss, and then use nuclear bombs directly. In this way, it would seem that Japan would suffer the greatest losses, but his sins could be covered up to the greatest extent.

A feeling of bitterness welled up in Kishida's heart, and he really could not hold on any longer.

At present, in Japan, the number of infected blood slaves has increased from 500,000 at the beginning to more than 1.2 million recorded so far.

This number is still rising crazily.

Japan has only 200 million people.

It can be said that if the army does not suppress it immediately, it will collapse completely.

Kishida sat beside the big bed, his eyes becoming more and more bloodshot, as if his entire eyes were red.

He was thinking, even if Japan really calmed down, would he be able to have a good life in the second half of his life?

Now, Fukushima, Nagakaka and Shinakawa have fallen. At the beginning, thermal weapons could still suppress the blood slaves. In addition to thermal weapons, there are fighter jets that can provide air fire support at any time.

But in the end, blood slaves that could fly appeared.

The so-called air force also lost its advantage.

It is now known that blood slaves can be infected not only by humans but also by any animal.

So, there are only 120 million blood slaves on record, but this does not include other animals that have been converted into blood slaves.

Kishida held his head, feeling as if he had lost all desire to live.

In the battlefield.

Eagle Army Vanguard.

On the battlefield.

Smoke of war rose up everywhere, and the air was filled with a pungent smell of blood and scorched earth.

The sky was obscured by thick smoke. The sunlight could not penetrate the thick smoke. The entire battlefield looked dark and depressing.

On the ground, bloody corpses were scattered all over the place, their expressions distorted and full of pain.

Some soldiers had their bodies blown to pieces, with broken limbs scattered all over the ground; some soldiers were hit by artillery shells, their bodies blown into pieces, with blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The blood dyed the earth red, formed into small streams, flowed along the low-lying areas, and formed pools of blood.

The trees in the jungle were also destroyed by artillery fire, leaving only some bare trunks and branches standing alone on the scorched earth.

There was a suffocating silence in the air, broken only by occasional groans and cries.

The sounds came from the wounded soldiers who were lying on the ground, struggling in pain.

Their wounds were so deep that the bones were visible, and blood was flowing continuously, soaking the ground. The atmosphere was very wrong.

Even the surviving soldiers had expressions of deep fear on their faces.

In the distance are the concentrated burial places of the hornets, piled up into mountains, their sharp mouthparts dazzling in the sun.

They are obviously dead.

But when the soldiers saw them, their faces were still filled with fear.

so horrible.

Low morale is a big taboo in the military.

Roy Rex clenched his fists, feeling heartbroken as he watched the scenes before him.

It’s not that I feel heartbroken for these soldiers, but that the mission was not completed and the military merit slipped through their hands.

"It's all because of these Japanese bastards!!!"

Roy pounded the table.

"Jingle Bell--"

The phone rings.

"I'm Roy!" Roy Rex's voice was cold.

"Sir, the casualty report has been cleared." The adjutant's voice was trembling.

Roy Rex took a deep breath and prepared himself mentally: "Go ahead."

"We have eliminated 3 blood slaves, and countless other blood slaves of various types. Our army has suffered more than casualties."

After the adjutant finished speaking, the atmosphere suddenly became stagnant.

The adjutant could only hear the "bang, bang, bang" sound on the other end of the phone.

It should be the sound of Roy Rex hammering the table. Perhaps the physical pain can cover up the pain in his heart.

"Sir, there is more bad news." The adjutant was a little afraid to speak.

Roy Rex gritted his teeth and said, "Speak!"

"The mantis monster that attacked our army has escaped." The adjutant gave his superior a heavy blow.

"I'm so mad!"

"boom!"

There was a busy signal on the other end of the phone.

Roy Rex dropped the receiver.

MD, so many people died, but we didn’t even catch the mantis monster.

The only thing that can be explained to the higher-ups just ran away like this!!!
"Damn Japanese dogs!!! Didn't they say they were just some blood slaves with low IQs?"

Roy Rex's roar echoed in the command post, his face was livid and his eyes were flashing with anger.

He stood up suddenly and overturned the documents on the table to the ground, papers scattered all over the floor and ink splashed everywhere.

Officers at all levels lowered their heads and dared not interrupt.

Roy Rex continued to roar, his fingers trembling as he pointed at the documents: "These reports are all fake! They are deceiving us! Our intelligence agencies are a bunch of rubbish!"

His voice grew louder and louder, nearly breaking the windows of the command post.

The officers listened silently, and no one dared to refute.

They knew that their best option now was to remain silent and wait for Roy Rex to vent his anger.

Finally, Roy Rex had vented his anger and sat back heavily in his chair, breathing heavily.

His eyes were still full of anger and dissatisfaction, but at least he had calmed down a little.

The hyena stood by with his hands folded, smiling coldly.

He enjoyed watching the joke.

Why wouldn't the blame be put on him?

Intelligence and command are not his jobs.

It was so cool to watch the show from the sidelines.

This bastard deserved his humiliation, as he caused the death of one of his team members.

Thinking of this, the hyena's eyes couldn't help but become cold.

"Do we need to report this to our superiors?" someone asked.

"What do you think?" Roy Rex frowned and stared fiercely at the lieutenant who was speaking.

"Of course." The lieutenant said tremblingly and was about to report his work.

"I'll say it myself." Roy thought for a moment and asked the lieutenant to stop.

Having prepared himself mentally, he answered Kevin Schneider's hotline.

"Who?" Kevin was in a good mood and spoke in a relaxed tone.

Roy could imagine the general sitting in his study, smoking a cigar and drinking coffee, perhaps with the latest issue of a Japanese pornographic actress's weekly magazine on the table.

"General, I'm Roy."

There is no way, we still need to face it.

The most taboo thing on the battlefield is to conceal information. This is to magnify small things. When it affects the main force, dismissal is the lightest punishment, and the ultimate outcome is losing his head.

"Hey, little Roy, you must have good news for me." Kevin blew out smoke rings and flipped through a magazine.

He always takes special care of the lieutenant colonel's children from a military family.

According to intelligence, the blood slaves are vulnerable.

In this kind of one-sided crushing war, the vanguard troops are most likely to gain military merit. Roy was able to lead the vanguard because of this relationship.

Now according to the sand table simulation, Roy should be stationed in the central part of Fukushima.

"Mr. General, we messed up." Roy's tone was gloomy and bitter.

"What?" Kevin stood up suddenly, "You lost."

Roy said: "No."

Kevin breathed a sigh of relief.

I hope the battle line doesn't collapse.

If the battle line collapsed, his hat would be taken off.

"What's going on?" Kevin's voice inevitably became a little cold, with the majesty of a general.

"The information the Japanese gave us was false." Roy directly passed the buck without any hesitation.

"Fake?" Kevin couldn't believe it. How dare the Japanese dogs trick them? It was unrealistic!

"Yes, there are not only ordinary blood slaves and alien blood slaves among the blood slaves, but also a kind of super-strong blood slaves, who are very strong and hard to defend against."

Roy thought about the mantis and his head began to swell.

There's no way to target that thing.

Kevin Schneider nodded. "It's not surprising. King Zhao made such a big scene, so he must have some undiscovered tricks up his sleeve."

If there is no blame, then it means it can be easily brushed off.

Roy struck while the iron was hot and said in a deep voice: "Japanese intelligence said that blood slaves would not infect animals, but now it seems that is not the case. We encountered the hornet, and the hyena confirmed that it was a blood slave."

“That’s one of the reasons why we suffered so much damage.”

There was no sound on the other end of the line.

Roy knew that Kevin was thinking.

Does Japan dare to conceal information?

The general does not think that the Japanese are so courageous.

This may be a secret that even the Japanese have not discovered.

That group of garbage and insects might not require King Zhao to dispatch such a powerful monster.

"Mr. General?" Roy called tentatively.

"Well, I won't talk about your responsibility for now. You must be held responsible for the attack being blocked, but we are still in war, so it depends on your subsequent performance." Kevin said coldly.

Roy licked his lips, finally relieved: "Thank you, General."

The first wave of advancement encountered such obstacles.

The Eagle Army suffered heavy losses because it was not fully prepared.

Looks like it needs re-equipping.

Kevin was thinking, and Ron Keller next to him said, "Don't worry, sir. Behemoth will always be your most reliable backup."

He heard the conversation between the two clearly.

As the leader of the Alien Company, he knows the aliens' methods best.

There is a huge gap between Eastern and Western people.

Western aliens like to use their trump cards as soon as possible and strangle their opponents with all their strength.

But the Eastern stranger likes to hide his shortcomings and pretend to be a pig to eat the tiger.

These two ideas have their own advantages and disadvantages, and it is difficult to say which one is better or worse.

But Ron Keller can get a glimpse of this.

He knew that King Zhao must have a backup plan and the incident at King Zhao's tomb would not be so easy.

"Oh, do you have any plans?" Kevin Schneider asked after hanging up the phone.

"Another special forces team is on the way." Ron Keller smiled confidently.

This time, not only do they have to eliminate the blood slaves on Fukushima, they also need to bring King Zhao back.

And to bring them back, they would definitely need to be escorted by a large army, this is also to prevent the Dragon Kingdom from operating secretly.

In other words, there are still a full 100,000 Eagle Army reserve troops who have not arrived.

With such a configuration, it is more than enough to destroy a country.

It can be seen how much importance the top leaders of the United States attach to the secret of immortality.

Kevin Schneider knew the power of this Behemoth director.

"With your words, I feel more at ease!"

"I'm also old enough to retire."

Ron Keller chuckled and said, "Don't worry, sir. The day when you will have many children and grandchildren around you won't be far away."

"God will bless us." Kevin Schneider made the sign of the cross.

Ron Keller's eyebrows twitched. God, huh, I can only trust my own strength.

"Sir, we can't just let this go. Contact Japan and tell them that if our advance is blocked, it will not be good for anyone!"

"I hope they don't try to be smart."

(End of this chapter)