Chapter 203: Power is Truth

The greatest advantage of having a mature battlefield surveillance system is that it allows commanders to directly observe the battlefield, to know what's happening, and thus to make more accurate judgments.

So far, the situation at Guisui Institution No.1 is still good; zombies trying to breach the minefield have to pay a heavy price.

A quantitative change leads to a qualitative change; when the number of zombies reaches a certain level, the problem becomes much harder to solve.

But since it's a qualitative change caused by an extremely large quantity, then fight quantity with even greater mass.

For example, setting up aerial bombs on the path the zombies must take.

A 155mm artillery shell weighs dozens of kilograms with only a few kilograms of explosive, but what about a 250kg-class aerial bomb? Its explosive weighs dozens of kilograms, and a 2000kg-class aerial bomb has hundreds of kilograms of explosives. In terms of power, especially against soft targets like zombies, there's no comparison.

If the human military system hadn't been destroyed and the air force's planes could still take to the skies, dealing with the zombie threat wouldn't be a walk in the park, but it would certainly be much easier.

Just two 1000kg-class aerial bombs were enough to break the vanguard of the zombie horde, and how many zombies did those two bombs kill? It's not easy to count precisely, only roughly.

The first bomb cleared an area of about 50,000 square meters. The density of the zombies is not yet extremely high; it hasn't reached the point where zombies are pressed tightly against each other. But judging by the level of compactness, an estimate of one zombie per square meter is pretty close.

That means the first bomb killed 50,000 zombies with a single explosion.

Even if we cut that number down, assuming 40,000 zombies, there's absolutely no problem.

So, to deal with zombies, using gasoline to burn them, tanks to crush them, or machine guns and cannons to bombard them is all rather pointless—those are methods for self-defense and protection, useful against a few hundred or thousand zombies, even ten thousand or several tens of thousands.

But to eliminate a large number of zombies, to destroy millions of them, yield is justice, and power is the truth.

If nuclear weapons cannot be used, then the next most powerful weapon beneath nukes should be deployed, and what is the most powerful bomb under a nuclear bomb? It's the aerial bomb, without a doubt.

"Countdown, three, two, one, detonate!"

Another thunderous explosion occurred. Attracted and agitated by various mine explosions in the valley, the zombies had become more crowded and more frenzied. With the explosion of another 'nuclear' bomb, they were obliterated.

A large clearing appeared in the valley. The zombies at the epicenter of the explosion were gone without a trace, those nearby were blown away by the powerful blast wave, and those farther away fell to the ground, rendered immobile. Although the wave of zombies immediately filled the clearing, the aerial bomb's killing effect was extremely good.

The commander-in-chief took a long breath. If things continued to develop this way, all the zombies in Guisui would be unable to pass through these several kilometers of the mountain valley minefield.

Only now the real test had yet to come, and everybody knew it.

The advance of the zombies had been broken, but zombies are like tides because no matter what lies ahead, no matter how heavy the losses they suffer, another wave will always push forward from behind.

Liu Muyang couldn't help but whisper, "How many large aerial bombs do we have?"

"Six 3000kg-class, twenty 2000kg-class, seventy 1000kg-class, two hundred 500kg-class, and three hundred and twenty 250kg-class. The 3000kg-class ones are deployed in the middle sector, the 1000 and 2000kg-class at the forefront of the minefield, and the smaller ones are deployed at the rear section and around the perimeter of the shelters."

The commanding officer briefly answered Liu Muyang's question, then he said to the person responsible for the remote detonation of the missiles, "If the zombies aren't dense enough, don't waste the large missiles. We are about to reach the blockade zone. Assess the density of the zombies before detonating the appropriate large missiles at the right locations."

Now, the killing efficacy of a missile depended on the density of the zombies. The entire minefield could be manually detonated from the entrance of the valley all the way to the front lines of the refuge. But that would be a waste of the precious missiles, so they aimed to delay the advance of the zombies, allowing them to cluster more densely before detonating the missile and striving for a better killing effect.

There were simply too many ways to deal with brainless zombies.

In the valley, setting up a barbed wire fence would be sufficient. It didn't need to be particularly sturdy, just like how they were laid out during World War I, only with several more lines set up.

The leading edge of the zombie tide hitting the barbed wire would inevitably slow down, while the zombies following would continue to push forward. Once the zombies became denser, detonating the missile would result in double the effectiveness.

The zombies did indeed crash into the barbed wire, and the speed of the ones at the front drastically reduced. Although the zombies, not minding the barbed wire and their bodies becoming bloodied, still desperately ran forward, the zombies behind had no idea about decelerating.

Seeing that the zombies were amassing in large numbers, waiting just one or two minutes would allow a missile to kill a hundred thousand zombies.

For the first time, Gao Yuan felt that clearing out zombies could be this simple. Thinking back to his experiences in Ji City, no matter how numerous the zombies were, they couldn't withstand even a single one of these missiles.

The commanding officer raised his hand, but before he could cry out the command to detonate, all the screens instantly went dark. The radio communication equipment crackled strangely, and even the electronic displays were crackling with electric sparks.

Electronic interference—no, this was a geomagnetic storm.

"Communication is cut off; we've been hit by an Electromagnetic Attack!" the operator responsible for the missile detonation shouted loudly.

At this critical moment, the cursed Serpent People finally released the geomagnetic storm.

The commanding officer took off his headset and threw it aside, shouting loudly, "Get the backup radio equipment immediately, try to restore communication quickly! Launch signal flares, one red and one green, fast, quick!"

This single Electromagnetic Attack disabled any unprotected electronic device; the battlefield surveillance system was utterly ruined, radio communication completely gone, and remote detonation devices naturally followed suit, becoming completely ineffective.

So, the large missiles couldn't be detonated remotely anymore, but, since this was war, they always had to be prepared with a backup plan.

At the commanding officer's order, someone immediately fired two signal flares into the sky.

One red and one green signal flare hung in midair. It was daytime now, so the flares weren't as conspicuous, but they were distinct enough to be recognized.

The commanding officer paced restlessly in place, murmuring under his breath, "Why hasn't it exploded yet, why hasn't it exploded... We must complete the mission..."

Just then, two minutes after the signal flares had been launched, a sudden and intense explosion was heard. The blast was so powerful that Gao Yuan, several kilometers away, felt the ground shake beneath his feet.

The commanding officer took a long breath and said quietly, "The three-thousand-kilogram class missile has been successfully detonated."