Everyone's on a time-travel adventure! I'm raising city beasts in a post-apocalyptic world

Soon they began the cleanup of the battlefield. The gold-devouring ants dragged all the corpses on the ground to the edge of the altar, and the roots on the square transformed these corpses into the blood of all spirits, which was then stored in the black iron cauldron on the altar.

The prisoners, still panting, were chained together. Some tried to struggle, shouting, "You can't treat us like this! We're not livestock! Why are you chaining us up...?"

Clang...

A flash of light.

poof...

A demon-suppressing servant, expressionless, drew his long sword and cleanly chopped off the Japanese man's head. The surroundings immediately fell silent.

Zhao Gao dragged an old, decrepit Japanese man to Lin Feng and threw him to the ground. The man had loose skin, gray hair, and looked to be in his seventies or eighties, but his actual physique was that of a strong young man.

"Your Majesty, this is their leader!"

The Japanese leader raised his head, his gaze falling on Lin Feng's face, and he forced a smile: "It really is you, just like the intelligence said."

Lin Feng didn't reply, he just looked at him.

"You've been tricked! Lord Yamajiro will not let you go..." His murky eyes were filled with madness: "You are all... the prey..."

After saying that, he tilted his head to the side and then fell completely still.

Zhao Gao asked softly from the side, "Your Majesty, what does he mean by that...?"

"This convoy is likely a decoy, to get everyone to speed up so we can leave immediately."

Lin Feng rode Little Black quickly towards the direction of the Xuan Turtle. With a flick of his hand, a sloping earthen mound rose up, and Little Black ran up the mound onto Little Xuan's back.

"Hurry, hurry... move faster!" Zhao Gao shouted hurriedly.

Everyone sped up the collection of supplies, and the Gold-Eating Ants even worked together to lift the entire truck and carry it onto Xiao Xuan's back.

Ten minutes later, not a single screw remained on the battlefield; only traces of blood indicated that a fierce battle had taken place.

Xiao Xuan had already begun to turn, leading the convoy to retreat at full speed.

Lin Feng stood on the outer city tower, his consciousness sinking into the vision of the golden eyes.

Golden Eyes had already flown high into the sky, and the scene Lin Feng saw through its vision made him involuntarily frown.

The situation is very tricky.

Seeing that the convoy was moving significantly faster than usual, Wang Lie and the others went to the tower to find Lin Feng and ask, "Lin Feng, what's the situation?"

Lin Feng: "This convoy should be a decoy. Suddenly, five combat convoys appeared around us and surrounded us. They were all combat convoys, each with three or four thousand people, all of whom were Ghost Masters. Each team had at least 300 Level 4 Ghost Masters, and the rest of the members had reached Level 3."

Even the usually composed Wang Lie couldn't help but swear: "Damn! Where did these Japanese get their methods? They're so strong, it's completely illogical!"

Old Chen's voice was equally solemn: "That Demon-Sealing Scroll is definitely not simple. This should be the reason for that strange object. It might even be a high-level strange object, which is why ordinary Japanese people can be mass-produced into Demon Masters. Although the flaws of this system are very obvious, such as short lifespan and high risk of backlash, it is undeniable that this power system is indeed very suitable for this world."

Everyone fell silent. Needless to say, this ghost world was either teeming with mutated creatures or clusters of bizarre beings. Among them, the bizarre beings were the most numerous, with unpredictable and ever-changing powers, making them extremely difficult to deal with. Once discovered, they would be found in entire swarms.

Wang Lie was silent for a few seconds, then said, "So what do we do now? Five combat companies, more than ten thousand men."

He suddenly thought of something and looked at Guo Yi and Luo Xiaoxiao: "Didn't you two say you were developing a Tier 4 tank? Any progress? If we could get a batch of Tier 4 tanks out, it might be worth a shot."

Guo Yi chuckled awkwardly, "Well, we do have the plan, but we can't make it. Level 4 tanks require black iron ore, and the maximum amount of ordinary metal is only enough for Level 3 tanks. We simply can't manufacture Level 4 tanks. Ever since I upgraded to Level 4, my experience bar has been stuck and hasn't moved an inch!"

Luo Xiaoxiao: "Me too!"

The tower fell silent; everyone looked at each other, unsure of what to do.

"What's there to be afraid of?" Guo Yi asked, his voice laced with ruthlessness as he saw the silence. "At worst, we'll fight them to the death. Killing one is enough, killing two is a bonus. Anyway, surviving this damn apocalyptic world is already a bonus..."

The crowd's emotions were immediately stirred up; when it came to fighting the Japanese devils, there were almost no cowards in Lin Feng's convoy.

"I know you're anxious, but please don't rush!"

Lin Feng's voice was calm and unhurried. His gaze remained fixed ahead as he pointed forward: "Look ahead first before you speak."

Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing.

Several kilometers ahead of Xiao Xuan, a dense swarm of wandering corpse monsters was migrating aimlessly. The number of these corpse monsters was endless, covering the entire field of vision like a tide. It was roughly estimated to be no less than a million. The mutated beasts blocking the path of the corpse monsters were frantically fleeing for their lives, and those who were a little slow were instantly overwhelmed by the countless corpse monsters.

"hiss……"

A collective gasp of astonishment rippled through the air around Lin Feng.

Zhao Dayong staggered, almost losing his balance, his face turning pale: "It's over, it's over... There's gray fog chasing us from behind, Japanese devils surrounding us on both sides, and a million zombie monsters in front of us... It's over, this time it's really over."

The surroundings were deathly silent. Those who had climbed the city wall sat down on the ground with their weapons lying beside them. Faced with this level of horde of undead, they had only one thought in their minds.

That means we're doomed this time.

Wang Lie and the others looked at Lin Feng. He was the only one who remained calm. Did he intend to let Xiao Xuan lead him out on his own? Given the Xuan Turtle's defensive capabilities, that was indeed possible. However, there were still six or seven thousand people in the convoy traveling in vehicles. Were they just going to give up like that?

Guo Yi couldn't help but ask, "Lin Feng, you're not thinking of rushing over there, are you? What about those people in the convoy..."

He didn't say what he was going to say next, but everyone knew that once Lin Feng made up his mind to charge, the convoy would lose two-thirds of its members in one go...

"Who said I was going to rush out?"

Lin Feng turned around and stared at them: "Next! I need a suicide squad..."

At this moment, Zhao Gao immediately stepped forward: "Your Majesty, I'll go!"

Xiao Liu also stepped forward: "I'll go too!"

Guo Yi looked at Lin Feng with confusion: "What do you want to do? Count me in."

Lin Feng told the group his plan: he intended to find a relatively safe place, activate a natural barrier to block the presence of living beings, lure the horde of corpses towards the Japanese, and then reap the benefits. They were all dumbfounded.

"That's settled then, I'll go and mobilize the men down there..."

"I guarantee I'll bring every single one of the zombie horde into the Japanese convoy, haha, let them fight like dogs."

Lin Feng looked at the excited crowd and said, "Hey, what's all this excitement about? The suicide squad I was talking about is..."