Warlord Chapter 290 - Crisis outbreak (III)

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Glenn sat down wearily, and the chair was filled with the corpse of a butcher. A bloody wound appeared on the butcher's left shoulder. The wound broke through the chain, skin, and bones that the butcher had casually draped over his body, and only then did it come to a stop at the right side of his waist. In order to create such a feast for the butcher, Glenn's machete twisted and cracked, turning into a pair of scrap iron.

Now, the two machetes had completed their mission and were lying quietly on the ground not far away.

Glenn sat down and looked at the body of the other butcher beside him. He nodded with satisfaction. After the machete ended, he used brute force to beat the remaining butcher to death. The butcher's chest had almost disappeared, leaving an empty bloody hole. On the floor of the corpse, blood, chunks of flesh, bones, and organs splattered all over, creating a very special scene.

However, Glenn had paid the price for killing these two butchers. On the contrary, the price was very high.

First, a deep cut appeared on his right shoulder, slanting down to his chest. Glenn's right hand hung limply. It had been given to him by one of the butchers with the axe. But now, the butcher had become Glenn's seat, and in the midst of the frenzied fighting, Glenn was slashing at him. However, with the strength of hatred and a slight advantage, he stabbed the butcher's body with his blade. The other blade expanded the wound and directly killed this Giant Demon.

Glenn's other wound was his collapsed chest. Glenn remembered that when the other butcher took the opportunity to smash the hammer into his chest, he felt as if he had been hit by a truck. But with his left hand, Glenn managed to kill the butcher with his iron fist.

After doing all of this, Glenn knew that he was not far from death.

He just sat there. There were no more living corpses in his line of sight. The mountains of corpses near Green were enough to make the terrified zombies understand that this was a forbidden area. However, there were always people who were blind. Thus, a fourth butcher was reflected in Glenn's eyes. The butcher did not have any huge weapons, but he had made himself two gauntlets full of steel spikes.

The big guy was waving his fist and was approaching Glenn step by step.

Glenn didn't move. He just smiled and reached for the half of a cigarette that was left in the bag on the chest of his torn shirt.

He didn't have the strength to stand up again, but at least he could put the cigarette in his mouth. While the butcher was approaching, Glenn was still searching for other bags to hide. Glenn sighed as his vision was shrouded by the shadow. He then said, "No, I didn't bring a lighter."

This was the last sentence Glenn had said before he was hit in the face with his iron fist, and Glenn's head exploded like a watermelon. Bones and brains flew all over the place. When the butcher took back the iron fist, Glenn's headless body gradually lay down.

The butcher let out an earth-shaking roar. He looked into the distance, and a cold light shot out from his mask.

In the distant wilderness, Remus' line of defense had been completely defeated. The soldier in charge of defense had already died in the wave of zombies, and Glenn was the last one to fall. The living corpse had rushed into the surface residential area, and the policy that had once been hailed as a masterpiece was now foolish and laughable. Without the perimeter as a safe base, the security measures of arranging firepower at the highest points of the buildings simply couldn't stop the advance of the army of zombies.

The city wailed under the mouths of the living corpses. Countless people died, and many more waited to die.

And among the living corpses, even more dead people rushed towards the entrance of Remus' base. Unlike the defense line on the ground, the metal door that was made up of thick armor was not something a living corpse's claws and teeth could scratch through. But the living corpses enjoyed it. They were like a swarm of maggots, layer upon layer of them, digging at every inch of the gate with their teeth and claws, if only to dig out a thin metal thread.

Only when the roar of a butcher came from behind the living corpses did these dead people frantically retreat to the sides. Therefore, the butcher who had smashed Glenn's head with a punch came over with a hammer that Glenn had used before. It lifted the warhammer high and slammed it against the door.

The door made an earth-shattering sound, but other than the faint green mark left on the door, there was no other damage. But the butcher was not ready to give up, so he kept on hammering and hammering. In the midst of this repetition, the armored door slowly caved in.

Remter's underground base was in chaos.

The civilians who had remained at the base were evacuated to the rear shelters early in the morning, and the second and third platoons of Remter were fully mobilized. The heavily armed soldiers were stationed at the entrance to the passage under the command of the remaining two capable officers, ready to make a last desperate stand as the living corpses entered the base.

And in the hall of Remter's trade union, Chownock and the other delegates were engaged in a war of words over the catastrophe that had suddenly befallen them.

"Respected Chairman, may I trouble you to see how many living corpses there are outside? To defend at all costs? This is not the solution. When these dead people come rushing into our city, we who have no way out can only die faster! "

A chubby old man kept tapping the ground with his cane to increase the intensity of his tone.

"My dear gentleman," he said, "what do you say we should do?"

"Charge out!" The fat old man waved his crutches and said, "With only two troops left, we can easily organize a surprise attack. Do you think so? "

Tansred's words immediately attracted the approval of the other union representatives behind him. Looking at them, Jonok coldly said, "Gentlemen, two hundred soldiers are not enough to protect two thousand civilians. Three hundred merchants have left."

"I never said I was going to cover for everyone, President," he said. In fact, all the soldiers have to do is cover us and leave. As long as we don't die, we can establish a second Remus. As for the citizens, we have as many as we want. "

"Mr. Tansred, your words do not allow me to redefine the word shameless." The words that came out of his mouth were quite different from what he normally thought of as a good person.

The fat gentleman huffily said: "Then please tell me, kind President, what advice do you have?"

"Defend with all our might!" Roanoke made the same decision and followed up with the following plan: "As well as asking for help!"

"Ask for help?" "Don't joke around, Chairman. Who will save us? Who can save us? "Even if it is, how many days can our soldiers hold it?"

Hearing the fat old man's question, he didn't feel reassured at all. If he could run, he didn't want to stay here with Remus and die with the others. But no matter how stupid he was, he knew very well that with just this small force, even with two more capable military officers. To carve out a path of blood among over 3000 living corpses and other mutated species was not a high success rate.

On the other hand, if they tried to defend, it could drag on for at least a day or two. If an accident were to survive, he would be able to gain a good reputation for being kind. But now that Tansley had asked, he couldn't help but think, How many days can they hold? Even if he survived, what would happen after that? Without reinforcements, even if the city was not destroyed by the dead, they would still starve to death.

Just as he was unable to answer, a calm, deep voice came from outside the door of the hall. "If you add my rattlesnake, there should be no problem staying here for a week. Speaking of asking for help, I have already sent out the encryption on Remus' situation. Soon, someone will come to save us. "

The door opened, and Theon, wearing a tall hat, walking stick in hand and a black frock coat, marched in as a perfect savior. Behind him, fifty rattlesnake soldiers led by Pella entered in a line and surrounded the hall with murderous auras.

"But until then, allow me to take back the presidency. After all, there are certain powers that I cannot provide with my current identity. " Shane gently drew a line on his moustache. He looked elegant, but his words were unquestionable.

He had chosen the best time, with absolute power, to reclaim the peak of power. However, Shane knew very well that even though he would definitely be able to get back the presidency under these circumstances, he was facing a crumbling pyramid. It was only because Sean believed that he could turn the tide that he stood up again.

How could this city he had built himself allow it to collapse right in front of his eyes? Such a voice resounded in Sean's heart.

"Mr. Sheehan, I'm curious as to what method you have to help us through this crisis." Naturally, he did not want to give up the chairman's seat.

Shane smiled, ignoring clowns like Chownok. "Mr. Chownok, and everybody."

He turned to the other union representatives and said, "I'm sure everyone is aware that I have a part in its design. At the beginning of the construction, I had already considered this situation and had installed three concealed layers of armor at the entrance of the passage. On the surface, there were also many hidden tactical platforms. These things are installed in the residential buildings above us, and when needed, they can provide a full range of fire coverage for Remter. "Of course, because of Mr. Chownok's expansion of the residential area, the tactical platform that Ben had created by precise calculations was now at a dead angle, but it could still be delayed for a while."

"And all of this can only be activated if I personally know the password." Finally, Sean added.

Hearing this, his face changed. He now knew what the former chairman's trump card was.

Chapter end