The most depressing thing was that the Z-Type was a natural commander. Other than making the zombies lose their instincts and endure the harshest of environments, it also knew some vague tactics. The battle on the hill had made them suffer, and if it wasn't for Zhang Xiaoqiang blowing up half the hill to scare the Z-Type away, who knew who would have won in the end.
However, the Z-Type's weakness was equally obvious. It was naturally timid, and would not put itself in danger. Perhaps because it was too afraid of death, it brought all the evolved zombies by its side. The result was that at the critical moment, its elites would not be able to go up, and by the time they went up, the battle would be over.
In addition, although the Z-Type was cunning and knew a little about tactics, its intelligence was not at the level of being able to calculate every possible possibility. From time to time, it would make a few mistakes, just like when Zhang Xiaoqiang was chasing the zombie horde, the Z-Type would make one mistake after another. First, it split up its forces to block the zombies, which indirectly weakened its own strength. Then, when it was forced into a corner, it would send out the D2 group alone, and in the end, the powerful D2 group became a piece of cake.
During the final battle, it did not consider the difference in strength between the D-Type and the S-Type. The S-Type that was supposed to charge was sullenly blocked behind the D-Type, and when the D-Types were all dead, its forces were also depleted. This forced it to scatter the zombie horde to cover its escape, and in the end, it was killed by Zhang Xiaoqiang.
That dead Z-Type had made 3 consecutive mistakes during the chase, causing it to be annihilated. Now the Z-Type in the field of fire wasn't any better, from the initial underestimation of the enemy, to the confusion of retreating, to the panic of the majority of the zombies when the fire broke out, they had given up on commanding the majority of the zombies, causing the majority of their forces to be wasted. The D2 had stood in the middle of the fire, tearing down the wall and wasting their lives.
In addition, Zhang Xiaoqiang discovered that the Z-Type actually had warlord tendencies. When the Z-Types met in two areas, they would fight to the death, and the winner would eat the loser. This was not good news for humanity, as it meant that the winner would accept the loser's forces. When the number of zombies reached millions, other than nuclear weapons, Zhang Xiaoqiang could not think of any other way to deal with them.
While his imagination was running wild, through the binoculars, he could see some zombies at the edge of the sea of fire. These were all ordinary zombies, and none of them were in good condition. Their bodies had large chunks of flesh burned off, and many of them were still emitting thick smoke and fire. These zombies had a common characteristic, their bodies were black from the smoke, and those who didn't know would think that they were zombies that migrated from Africa.
Countless black zombies rushed out of the sea of fire. The entrance of the dirt road was wide open, and these zombies were not blocked by the road. They were like ants coming out of their nest, pouring out of the sea of fire. Many zombies that were severely burned fell to the ground, unable to move, and were trampled by the zombies behind them.
The zombies continued to rush out from the sea of fire, and Zhang Xiaoqiang did not know how many zombies were still inside. There were about 30,000 to 50,000 zombies that did not enter the formation, and including those that were burnt to death, at least half of them were blocking the fire. It must be known that Zhang Xiaoqiang's Eight Trigrams Formation stretched for tens of miles.
Seeing the zombies continuously rushing out from the road, Zhang Xiaoqiang's heart suddenly skipped a beat, and a strong sense of regret filled his heart. He slapped himself, and shouted to Lu Xiaobu who was standing on the ground, "Quick … get them to move, we'll go to the front to stop them, we can't let the zombies rush out …"
The Z-Type was making mistakes, and so was Zhang Xiaoqiang. At the beginning, he was wrong to focus 80% of the firepower on the base, because the zombies could not rush in, and the firepower would be wasted. If the zombies rushed in, there was a thick layer of coal powder within a kilometer, and as long as gasoline was poured over it, it could be ignited, and the zombies would not be able to get through.
By the time the zombies really rushed through this last line of defense, dozens of machine guns would definitely not be able to stop the zombies on this one kilometer long line of defense. This was because the success of the other day in the hills made Zhang Xiaoqiang subconsciously place the machine guns at the valley entrance, but now it only proved that his line of defense was unnecessary.
Now that Zhang Xiaoqiang had set up a blocking position outside, Zhang Xiaoqiang was waiting for the zombies to come out on their own, and wanted to use the explosives buried in the rubble to deal a fatal blow to the zombies. This was obviously another mistake, the rubble might be able to injure normal zombies, but it was useless against elite evolved zombies, not to mention the D2 that could not be penetrated by weapons.
In other words, Zhang Xiaoqiang should have brought people to block the road from the start, and let the bullets and flames deal with the zombies together. Now that there were thousands of zombies at the exit, Zhang Xiaoqiang only thought of this point, how could he not be annoyed?
Just as the few vehicles started to move, Zhang Xiaoqiang gave the order to stop, and jumped down from the car. He found a walkie-talkie on the off-road vehicle, and secretly thought that it was a close shave.
After Zhang Xiaoqiang gave a few orders into the walkie-talkie, a minute later ….
A loud sound rang out, and the rubble scattered around the entrance of the Bagua formation exploded at the same time. A burst of white dust and gravel flew up into the sky, covering a few kilometers of smoke and dust that covered the entire Bagua formation. Countless gravel flew up like countless large hailstones falling from the sky, and then with the sea of fire spewing out heat waves, the gray dust was like a tidal wave covering the sky and covering the earth.
"Ding Ding Dang Dang Dang …." Countless gravel hit everyone's helmets and car bodies, and many people were suddenly hit by the sudden rain of gravel, causing them to grimace.
Zhang Xiaoqiang didn't let them sigh, he pointed to the gray area in front of them and said: "Go forward, go forward, don't get separated …."
The six vehicles rushed into the gray dust, and Zhang Xiaoqiang who was standing in the machine gun nest didn't care whether the sky full of dust would enter his eyes or not, he was estimating where he was going in the car, and from time to time there were all kinds of gravel hitting his body, but he didn't care.
Finally, Zhang Xiaoqiang saw a touch of bright red on the edge of the sea of fire, and as the convoy slowly moved forward, Zhang Xiaoqiang found the intersection that was previously filled with zombies.
The sky full of dust didn't disappear just like that, all the vehicles entered a few kilometers of dust, and many people covered their mouths and noses with cloth, so Zhang Xiaoqiang and the others couldn't see far in the fog. The vehicles carefully drove on the gravel covered ground, and a little carelessness could cause a huge bump. Gravel was all over the ground, and there were also many scattered corpses.
Following Zhang Xiaoqiang's order, all the vehicles stopped, and two trucks with quadruple anti-aircraft machine guns began to turn around, and two transport vehicles guarded the machine guns on both sides.
With the continuous heat from the sea of fire, the space in the center of the explosion was not as thick as outside, and feeling the heat coming from the front, Zhang Xiaoqiang carefully looked around the explosion site.