Chapter 134: Andre Decision
As the reports came in, Scott's face grew darker. The vanguard of the zombie tide—composed entirely of speed zombies like super hunters and raiders—could cross a few kilometers in mere moments.
"The tide is 5 kilometers away!"
"Deploy the tanks!" Scott bellowed without hesitation.
Rumble—!!!
More than three hundred tanks roared to life, their engines growling as they formed a steel phalanx. The tanks rolled forward like ancient heavy cavalry charging into an overwhelmingly larger enemy. Billowing smoke and dust trailed behind them as they plowed ahead, a wall of iron aimed directly at the black tide.
"Fire!"
"Reload!"
The tank crews, made up of ordinary people with minimal training, could only operate at a basic level. But here, on the flat plains surrounding the base, they didn't need precision. Reload, aim roughly, and fire. Every shot hit something, and every hit counted.
As the tanks advanced, they drew closer to the zombie tide. Then, with a deafening roar, the two forces clashed. The fifty-ton steel behemoths tore into the horde, leaving trails of crushed flesh and gore in their wake. The tanks, each equipped with collision buckets and reinforced with spikes, became blunt instruments of destruction. "Crush them!" a soldier roared over the comms as the tanks sliced into the tide.