Yang Jiansheng had just given the order when the Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps engaged the berserk High Level Zombies.

Then, a scene unfolded that left him utterly dumbfounded.

Previously, it had been nearly impossible to hit these berserk Zombies. Forget Tearing Rifles—even sustained fire from automatic cannons and Heavy Machine Guns could barely land a shot.

The reason was simple: their Speed was just too high. They weren’t like the Ordinary Zombies that only knew how to charge blindly forward. These things actually knew how to use cover as they advanced, even using the bodies of their own kind to block bullets.

Therefore, trying to hit these berserk Zombies with bullets was almost impossible.

But what he was seeing now was a completely different story. The members of the Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps opened fire, but their rate of fire wasn’t fast. They were even using a single-shot mode, not even forming a suppressive net of fire. They didn’t look threatening at all.

But in reality, amidst this sparse bullet rain, the berserk Zombies were being hit one after another. Even if the Armor-Piercing Bullets didn’t strike their heads, they still found their mark on their bodies.

Even these berserk Zombies couldn’t just ignore a hit from an Armor-Piercing Bullet. The rounds tore bloody holes in their bodies.

Once injured, their Speed would naturally drop. This, in turn, made the probability of landing a headshot even greater.

It was a virtuous cycle!

Moreover, beyond just injuring the berserk Zombies, the closer the enemy got, the higher the Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps’ accuracy became.

The Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps began their attack when the berserk Zombies crossed the 50-meter mark. As long as their rate of fire was fast enough, they could get off at least five volleys before the Zombies reached the defensive line.

Five chances, with their accuracy increasing with each one. All it took was one bullet to the head to take a berserk Zombie down.

’Are all the members of the Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps this freakishly good with their Gun Technique?’ Yang Jiansheng swallowed hard.

With that kind of Gun Technique, any single one of them could be called a Divine Sharpshooter in the military.

Among the fifty-plus soldiers at his outpost, only two had that level of Gun Technique. And even with their skill, those two alone couldn’t possibly turn the tide of a battle like this.

The entire Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps, however, was different. Every single member maintained an incredibly high level of Gun Technique. It was a case of quantity creating a qualitative shift—and it was playing a decisive role.

’After a quick mental calculation, Yang Jiansheng was almost certain the Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps could actually hold back the charge of these berserk Zombies. Even if they couldn’t kill every last one, they could at least take out the vast majority.’

’In that case, all I’d need to do is have my men launch a few rounds from the Grenade Cannon to clean up, and we’d be able to hold.’

Just then, a message came in from the artillery Squad Leader. "Sir, the Purgatory Bomb is locked on. Should we fire?"

"..."

Yang Jiansheng hadn’t expected to be proven so wrong, so quickly. But there was nothing to be done about his misjudgment. He cleared his throat. "No need. Switch to the Grenade Cannon and give them some fire support! Otherwise, a few stragglers might break through the defensive line."

As he said this, he arrived at the eastern defensive line.

He had originally intended to go over and exchange a few words with Lin Xinghai, but he saw the man frown and pick up a nearby Tearing Rifle.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

In the next instant, Yang Jiansheng’s eyes widened. He watched as several berserk Zombies, just about to leap onto the defensive line, were instantly shot dead.

And Lin Xinghai showed no signs of stopping. With every shot he fired, a berserk Zombie was inevitably taken down with a headshot.

One had to understand that these berserk High Level Zombies had combat power approaching the Blood Qi Realm. Yang Jiansheng felt that just managing to hit their bodies was impressive enough. As for getting a one-shot headshot, he wouldn’t have even dared to imagine it before.

But now, Lin Xinghai was doing it. And he wasn’t just killing one or two.

To increase his accuracy, Lin Xinghai wasn’t using full-auto, nor did he dare to fire with a gun in each hand. But even with single shots, 0.3 seconds was enough time for him to fire once.

He could fire at least three shots per second. While this rate of fire was much slower than his full-power output, the problem was... there weren’t that many berserk Zombies to begin with!

There were only about 200 of them.

He could kill at least 180 berserk Zombies per minute. And it wasn’t as if the other members of the Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps were just decorations; they were also rapidly taking down the berserk Zombies.

Watching the once-troublesome berserk Zombies fall even faster than they had charged, Yang Jiansheng was filled with an indescribable mix of emotions.

He felt like he’d been proven wrong yet again. And just then, as if on cue, a communication request came in from the artillery squad.

"Sir, the Grenade Cannon is loaded. Um... do we still need to fire?" the artillery Squad Leader asked a little cautiously.

He had clearly been watching the situation on the field change as well.

"You guys are damn slow at reloading! I want you to run drills on that next time!" Yang Jiansheng, his pride wounded, snapped back with the first excuse he could think of before cutting the communication.

Lin Xinghai neither knew nor cared about what was happening with Yang Jiansheng.

He didn’t keep shooting, either. After killing 50 berserk Zombies, he stopped, leaving the rest for the members of the Heaven-Sundering Mercenary Corps to handle.

Besides, facing powerful enemies would help them improve their Gun Technique.

Of course, the berserk Zombies were one thing, but when it came to the Blood-colored Beetles, Lin Xinghai felt somewhat helpless.

After all, there were just too many of the little critters. Even if he could pick them off one by one, it would be a waste of ammunition, and he’d be exhausted by the end of it.

Fortunately, the Blood-colored Beetles’ Defense Power wasn’t high. Hitting them with a Burning Bullet first would crack their carapaces. Then, a blast from a Hand Cannon—even just catching them in the shockwave—was usually enough to kill them.

Simply put, killing the Blood-colored Beetles was an exercise in burning money, a fact that Lin Xinghai found somewhat exasperating.

Luckily, the Blood-colored Beetles were mixed in with the Zombie horde. Killing them also meant annihilating a large number of Zombies, so overall, they weren’t losing out, but they weren’t really profiting, either.

Five minutes later, this wave of the Mutated Zombies’ assault ended. With the threat of the berserk Zombies and Blood-colored Beetles gone, the Zombie horde was no longer a major concern.

Moreover, that five-minute buffer had been enough time to get the preliminary defensive system halfway built. With more than a dozen automated turrets up and running, the pressure from the Zombie horde was reduced even further.

Once the entire defensive system was complete, as long as their ammunition held out, they would be able to weather this Zombie horde—unless the Mutated Zombies themselves decided to attack personally.

Watching the last Blood-colored Beetle get annihilated, Yang Jiansheng breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "Mr. Lin Xinghai, I can’t thank you enough for getting us through this crisis. I’ll report this to the Military Department exactly as it happened. I guarantee your First Battalion won’t be short-changed on Merit Points."

"Then on behalf of the other Mercenary Corps, I thank you, Officer Yang," Lin Xinghai replied gratefully before his tone shifted. "However, it’s a bit too early to celebrate. This Zombie horde isn’t over yet."

Yang Jiansheng paused. "You mean...?"

"The four Mutated Zombies haven’t been killed yet. They are the biggest variable. They started this horde, and if they want to, they can summon even more Zombies to wear us down in a battle of attrition."

"And besides Ordinary Zombies, they could also draw in more Mutated Zombies. If that happens, we’ll be in real trouble." 𝐟𝚛𝕖𝚎𝕨𝗲𝐛𝚗𝐨𝐯𝐞𝕝.𝐜𝗼𝗺

"Even if none of that happens and we manage to drive them back, who can guarantee they won’t regroup and attack again later? By then, those Mutated Zombies will be prepared, and your situation will likely be even more dangerous," Lin Xinghai said quietly. With every possibility he raised, Yang Jiansheng’s heart pounded in his chest.