Crisis in Shenzhen

As Xiaoyun enjoyed himself in the bedroom, Dongguan was in a complete situation.

"Commander! Millions of zombies are coming from Shenzhen!"

Yiming immediately woke up from his bed as a soldier with aviation goggles on his forehead barged into his tent.

"What! Can you say that again?"

Yiming's loud voice made the soldier jump for a second, but he eventually spoke up again.

"At least a million zombies are heading up north from Shenzhen... At least that's what I saw when I went on my scouting."

"Shit! Call the other Colonels. I want to see them in the HQ tent within five minutes."

"Yes, sir!"

As the soldier ran out of the tent, Yiming went over to his backpack to get his water canteen.

With a refreshing sip of water, he headed out of his tent as the cold air made him even more awake.

Heading to the HQ tent, he saw that most of the soldiers were still peacefully sleeping in his tent.

"Commander Yiming, what do we do?"