"How many are there, can we kill them all?"
Tan Qing looked solemnly, then spoke, "Mr. Mao, how many Molotov cocktails have our base produced?"
Molotov cocktails are relatively easy to make.
Bottles, alcohol, wicks.
This is the best offensive weapon to use while defending the walls, due to its lethality.
Mao Ping said, "Not many, three to four hundred."
Initially, Molotov cocktails were made just in case they encountered some difficult-to-handle zombies and needed to fight them off.
But now, the number of zombies in front of them was simply too many, it had to be said, these Molotov cocktails might not be enough.
The dense growling sounds came, and the zombies swarmed in. Seeing the humans on the city walls, their ferocity was completely triggered, even a towering wall couldn’t hold back their brutal nature.
The zombies collided with the wall, stretching their arms, pretending to climb, despite the significant difference from the height of the wall.
Tan Qing shouted, "Molotov cocktails, throw them."
Following his order, the survivors defending the city ignited the Molotov cocktails and viciously hurled them down at the zombies below, instantly engulfing them in a sea of flames.
To zombies, which feel no pain, unless their functions were completely burned out, they would always keep coming.
In an instant, flames burned across the grounds below, and many zombies turned into flaming creatures, walking until they could no longer sustain themselves and collapsed with a loud thud.
The zombies growled menacingly.
The flames didn’t scare them off.
The number of zombies was simply too great, these Molotov cocktails had a very weak effect on them, they were but a drop in the bucket as far as the horde was concerned.
As the number of Molotov cocktails dwindled, more survivors transported Molotov cocktail supplies up to the city walls.
In just a short moment, almost a hundred zombies were eliminated, their bodies burned by the flames and piling up at the base of the wall.
Zombies are different from humans; humans covered in flames would run aimlessly, whereas zombies kept charging towards the wall, ultimately collapsing lifelessly at its base.
Tan Qing looked at the situation under the city wall, his expression very serious, "At this rate, piling up the bodies could eventually form a stairway for the zombies to climb up."
Facing this situation, he likewise had no solution.
Without hesitation, Tan Qing ignited a Molotov cocktail, threw it forcefully towards the distance, and with a splat, flames burst forth, forming a wall of fire.
He continued to throw more Molotov cocktails into the distance.
Seeing Tan Qing’s actions, several other Awakeners, as if realizing something, did the same, throwing Molotov cocktails far out to block the road. As the flames engulfed the zombies and despite their continuous push towards the walls, some would likely collapse halfway.
But still... This had only a minimal impact on the overall situation of the battlefield.
The zombies ran quickly, crowding and pressing against each other, even as some burned, they continued piling on top of other zombies.
"Is this what the Zombie Album calls ’stacking Arhats’?"
Tan Qing hoped that Xiangshan Base could hold out, but now the number of zombies before them was simply overwhelming.
Perhaps they could kill thousands of zombies, but those appearing before them were not just thousands, but tens of thousands.
"Dad, how is it now?"
Mao Jingjing ran up to the city wall, holding a sharpened long pole.
Seeing her, Mao Ping’s face changed dramatically, "What are you doing here? Didn’t I tell you to take them and hide?"
"Dad, it’s come to this point, where else can we hide? Everyone’s here, all prepared to fight the zombies to the death," Mao Jingjing said. Then she saw groups of survivors coming to the city wall. Those with Molotov cocktails threw them down, while those without used specially made metal poles, about six to seven meters long, to jab at the zombies below.
It didn’t matter where they stabbed, as long as it harmed the zombies.
To possibly lighten everyone’s burden.
Mao Ping didn’t say much, the situation was too dangerous. Zombies were already piling up at the bottom of the wall, stacking Arhats rapidly, visible to the naked eye, still burning with the Molotov cocktails, yet growing higher by the second.
Fortunately, more survivors continuously jabbed downwards, adding a bit of height, pushing down as much as possible.
"Uncle Tan, there’s a Self-destructing Zombie over there."
Zhou Zhou, who was always observing from the wall, noticed a fat zombie among the horde. He wouldn’t have known before, but having seen the Zombie Album, he immediately recognized what it was.
Tan Qing looked in the direction Zhou Zhou pointed.
Indeed, it was a fat zombie.
He remembered what he had read.
Self-destructing Zombies could explode on their own, creating an impact like a hand grenade, causing fatal damage to any creature within three meters, and a terrifying force even beyond that.
"Tan bro, I’m here," a skinny man came running, holding a specially made bow and arrow, known as a sharp shooter of Xiangshan Base.
Tan Qing pointed at the fat zombie walking towards them, "Shoot that Self-destructing Zombie for me."
Zhang Ying didn’t even think, he just drew his bow, his right arm swelled dramatically, veins bulging, instantly doubling in size compared to his left arm, and with a swish, the arrow broke through the air, turning into a streak of light heading straight for the zombie’s head.