The fire troughs of the Eight Trigrams Formation were spread throughout the entire formation, and Old Frank had brought people to inspect every single fire trough before handing it over to Zhang Xiaoqiang. Naturally, there would not be any problems with the fire troughs. Zhang Xiaoqiang suppressed the shock in his heart, and used the binoculars to observe more carefully.
From his perspective, the binoculars could see through the thick black smoke that the originally blazing path was covered in thick smoke. In the thick smoke, there were numerous D-Types lying on the ground twitching, with dark red sparks shooting out from their bodies. Many of the D-Types had already been burnt into a ball, and on their bodies were countless D-Types stepping on them as they walked out.
From time to time, there would be zombies that were burnt to a crisp, and when the 2m high flames could no longer be suppressed, the D-Types would pounce on the flames to cover them. Just like that, the Z-Types used the bodies of countless D-Types to create a safe path.
Seeing this, Zhang Xiaoqiang sucked in a breath of cold air, the Z-Types were truly valiant, to be able to think of such a method. It was not only the D-Types that did this, even the tens of thousands of zombies outside the Eight Trigrams Formation that had not entered the formation were doing the same. They numbly walked into the blazing flames and pounced on the burnt corpses of their own kind, using their own bodies to cover the flames.
Normal zombies were different from the D-Type. Their bodies were thinner, and their skinny bodies were easier to burn. A single D-Type would require three to five or even more than ten normal zombies to cover the area. Just like that, the D-Type would pave the way from the inside, while the normal zombies would pave the way from the outside. The two paths of fire were gradually suppressed.
This time, Zhang Xiaoqiang was at his wit's end. He had left a trump card on the pile of rubble outside, and while this trump card was definitely not a problem against humans, it was not reliable against normal zombies. Especially against the Z-Types, there were definitely thick-skinned D2s around them.
Zhang Xiaoqiang was getting more and more anxious, but his expression was calm. He did not want the people around him to know of his anxiousness and cause panic. Seeing the path being covered by the flames, he turned to He Wen Bin and said, "Let them enter the ambush area, it's best if we don't let a single one of them go."
He Wen Bin nodded his head and walked into the observation room of the watchtower.
At the same time, in a bungalow about 10km away, He Wen Bin's low voice came from a police walkie-talkie. Upon receiving the order, a man stood up and picked up an M1 helmet from the table and put it on. He hurriedly walked out and shouted, "Gather, the mission is here."
Five minutes later, an off-road vehicle drove out of the small courtyard, followed closely by two modified trucks. The trucks were equipped with Type-58 quadruple anti-aircraft machine guns, and the muzzles of the anti-aircraft machine guns were pointed at the back of the vehicles. Following the rolling dust caused by the wheels, the convoy of three vehicles drove towards the back of the zombie horde. Lu Xiaobu, who was sitting in the off-road vehicle, looked at the billowing black smoke in the distance, his face full of determination.
The two Quadruple Anti-Aircraft Machine Guns were Zhang Xiaoqiang's final trump card, and also his hidden capital. Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know the actual situation on the other side, and his attention was completely focused on the two opposite paths. Seeing the fearless zombies rushing into the sea of fire like moths, Zhang Xiaoqiang had an indescribable feeling in his heart.
At the start, everything was going according to the script he had set up. The zombies were split up, the plaza was filled with gasoline, and the Z-Type was attracted to the Eight Trigrams Formation. At the start, the smell of gasoline did not arouse the Z-Type's suspicions, and even when the fire started burning, the Z-Type did not allow the D2 zombie to break through the wall blocking the base. But at the end, the Z-Type gave him a surprise.
The fire needed air to burn, and after burning, the heat wave would send the air into the sky. As the fire continued to suck in the surrounding air, the thick black smoke surrounding the fire was also sent into the sky. The details of the fire suddenly appeared in front of Zhang Xiaoqiang's eyes.
Through the blurry air that was brushed by the heat wave, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw the two opposite paths, and his heart went back to his throat. Although the two paths were not far from each other, they would never converge.
Zhang Xiaoqiang's Eight Trigrams Formation would even confuse a normal person, and the zombies would naturally not be able to discover the strangeness of the Eight Trigrams Formation. Zhang Xiaoqiang's Eight Trigrams Formation did not only have one path, but over a hundred. These hundreds of paths might converge, but most of them would never converge at the starting point.
Although the two paths were laid by zombies, they did not lead to the same entrance. In other words, the Z-Type had been led into the ditch by Zhang Xiaoqiang's Soul Confusion Formation.
According to the process of laying the two paths, the distance between them would get further and further. Although the paths they came from were close to each other, they were only halfway through and there were already more than a dozen paths between them. If they were to converge, the Z-Type would probably have to command the D-Type to lay another path back to the small plaza.
Seeing the countless zombies throwing themselves into the sea of fire without hesitation, Zhang Xiaoqiang felt a strong sense of satisfaction. Today's harvest had already exceeded Zhang Xiaoqiang's expectations. They had continuously trapped the Z-Type and all the Type 2 zombies, and even the zombies that were left outside of the fire were thrown into the fire by the Z-Type's commander. This was equivalent to the Z-Type helping the base to eliminate its own kind.
Time slowly passed, and the flames in some places in the fire field were gradually decreasing. The two safe passageways that were paved by the corpses of the zombies were getting bigger and bigger because of the constant replenishment of fuel. This way, more and more zombies had to fill in the gaps.
As the path moved forward, the last zombies that were left outside also entered the fire. The sea of zombies that was like a sea this morning had all entered the fire, and as the zombies in the fire were burnt to ashes, the number of zombies left in the fire decreased. Other than the Z-Type and the zombies that it had brought with it, the remaining zombies were the zombies that had just rushed into the fire to rescue them. Of course, they would never be able to meet up.
Finally, the two paths crossed each other, and the Z-Type realized something was wrong. Normally, its new subordinates should be getting closer and closer to it, but now, they were getting further and further away. The elite zombies under it, aside from a small portion that was burnt to death at the start, only half of the D-Type and a small portion of the S-Type were left. Furthermore, all of the zombies had lost their sense of smell due to the high temperature and thick smoke, so they could only follow the directions pointed out by the Z-Type. This brought even more pressure to the Z-Type.