Chapter 62: Zombies x Face Slapping x Anatomy (6)

Chapter 62: Zombies x Face Slapping x Anatomy (6)

At six o'clock that morning, He Shuangqiu woke up from a pleasant and peaceful sleep.

System: "You're awake, the scumbag's defense value is at 41."

"Very good," He Shuangqiu fished out the walkie-talkie in the tent: "Prepare for the morning patrol, and bring the accessories too."

Although he had only slept for three and a half hours, his energy was quickly replenished.

He Shuangqiu walked briskly along the way, personally inspecting every circle of the fortress defense zone constructed overnight, listening to experts explain in fluent English how to set up detonation points and sweeping fire.

System: "Baozi, do you like the bilingual subtitles I arranged for you?"

"Sis, you are my only sis!"

"Ha ha, don't play this broken gag!"

Jin Mingmao was forced to follow the large loop throughout, lacking sleep and feeling dazed, stumbling along the way, almost bumping into something from time to time.

He looked at the vast protective area with surprise and confusion, and could always look up to see various fighter jets and private planes roaring through the sky. Even without seeing any zombies, he could already understand how terrifying the battle situation was.

In the center of the first Hydaelyn base, Kupo, a high-definition broadcast screen was erected, allowing people to watch emergency disaster avoidance guidance programs from the authorities in all four directions.

From the south to the central region, fires were raging everywhere, and the relentless attacks by land, sea, and air wildlife made the situation even worse.

Occasional disputes and chaos in the base would immediately cease when people looked up at the horrifying scenes on the giant screens, and they would promptly get back to work.

Survival is more important than arguing! Do whatever maximizes benefits!

Initially, the young man was worried that the screen would waste electricity and resources, but later he found it incredibly useful.

Everyone was extremely tense, and even watching the news on a 24-hour loop could indirectly ease their emotions and keep them informed about the national situation.

With these four giant screens, people's unity and efficiency skyrocketed!

Jin Mingmao found it hard to imagine what had stimulated He Shuangqiu, and where he had met so many mercenaries, and how he had the money to make them willing to be commanded.

In just a few days, his neurotic and overreacting boyfriend suddenly owned a supply center, a hospital, a farm, and was even building a small-scale power station.

Jealousy arose within him.

In the past, when he opposed He Shuangqiu stockpiling supplies, it wasn't because he thought He Shuangqiu was overly anxious, but because he believed He Shuangqiu lacked vision and connections, and his preparations were merely small-scale.

If He Shuangqiu had told him earlier about such a large armed organization working together and handed over command to him, he could have made the base larger, chosen a better location, and optimized personnel deployment!

Jin Mingmao secretly hated He Shuangqiu for dragging him around like a dog, and he never understood the logic behind his sudden madness.

Why can't we break up if you want to? Why can't we cut ties if you want to? Why do I have to follow you wherever you go, what do you really want?!

Show off? Mock? Or are you just a pervert, tormenting me like this?!

How cruel, how venomous!

The system alerts that the first wave of zombie attacks is six minutes away.

The young man sighed, knowing that this bloody war was inevitable, and signaled for the loudspeakers in all directions to be turned on.

"Friends of the Hydaelyn base, according to our high-precision radar, the first wave of zombies—no, undead—is coming to Kupo soon."

"We are all citizens of a peaceful era, and seeing so many corpses and body parts may leave psychological scars."

"So, combat personnel please put on your dedicated earphones, and those in the inner city's comprehensive construction team are invited to listen to the healing song playlist I've selected, starting with 'If I Had a Magic Wand.'"

System: "...?"

"You really know how to play!"

As flocks of birds with hollow eye sockets circled overhead, a surging crowd appeared at the horizon.

Whether human or bird, they all had damaged skin and dried blood, moving with a collective consciousness toward the base.

At that moment, alarms sounded both in the sky and on the ground, and He Shuangqiu stood at the temporary command platform on the hospital roof, with Jin Mingmao trembling behind him.

They are zombies! Real zombies!

He saw them, he saw them with his own eyes!

At the same moment, cheerful and lively broadcast songs began to play.

"If I had a magic wand, I'd grow big, small, and beautiful!"

He Shuangqiu kept his eyes fixed on the distance between the bird flock and the defense perimeter, speaking into the walkie-talkie: "Activate the strong sound wave interference."

Common birds are sensitive to frequencies between 4000-5000 Hz, while humans are sensitive to frequencies between 1000-3000 Hz.

"As long as Doraemon is there, laughter will last forever~~~"

Like being struck by a powerful electric current, the neatly formed flock of zombie birds suddenly scattered, wailing as they fell from a kilometer away.

"Caw!!"

"First defense line, prepare, zombies are 600 meters away."

The first song ended, and the second one started automatically.

He finally saw the appearance of the zombies.

Each one wore tattered but familiar clothing.

They were once office workers, old men at the market, and every ordinary person in daily life.

But now, these hundreds of drooling, hunched figures are no longer ‘people’ in any sense.

The young man, suppressing his discomfort and fear, gave another order: "Civilian firecrackers, ready."

A voice came through the radio: "Boss, we've got the particle cannons set up, not going to fire one?"

"Who uses big moves on small fries! Fire the firecrackers!!"

In front of the first line of defense, a large group of people began throwing firecrackers, and the festive atmosphere exploded suddenly.

"Congratulations! May you prosper!"

The firecrackers detonated amidst the hundreds of zombies, sounding almost cheerful.

"Congratulations! May you have a wonderful year!"

Many zombies were directly blasted into the air, their expressions vacant and dazed.

Where's my head? Am I flying?

The second wave of thunderous explosions was loaded, but the number of incoming zombies was still relatively small, so the commander signaled to wait a bit more.

Meanwhile, another wave of zombie birds rained down with a flurry of caws and squawks.

"The best come over! The worst go away! OH~ More gifts, no blame!"

System: "I get it, they died because of poor quality."

Keding: "You could say that."

Several major roads around the base had been blocked off by bulldozers early in the morning, leaving only the southern route as the sole attack path.

Since the first batch was dealt with too quickly, protective nets automatically rose at both ends of the road, requiring a buildup of zombies before expending ammunition.

A sniper, bored out of his mind, took off one earpiece and listened to "Congratulations and Prosperity" while tapping his foot.

Keding stood high up, his windbreaker billowing in the long wind. He stared at the cityscape for a long time without speaking.

The system thought he seemed a bit profound: "Honey, pondering philosophy and life?"

"No," Keding said: "I'm thinking, if defending radishes and playing Arknights were so popular back then, did it count as practice?"

"…?"

The young man, a bit bored, leaned on the guardrail and hummed along with the song, then suddenly said: "We need to catch one alive."

System: "You're just afraid you won't spend all your points!"

He opened the walkie-talkie and said: "Wait for the right moment, use drones to spread wire nets to catch one alive, and have two units set up a fixed electromagnetic field nearby. No one touches it except me."

"YES-SIR!"

Zombies walked slowly, unable to speed up like in mobile games, and were still slowly replenishing.

He Shuangqiu removed one side of his headphones, gestured to the black bodyguard to bring over the prepared books, and threw them in front of Jin Mingmao.

"Untie his gag and handcuffs."

Jin Mingmao, suddenly freed, instinctively tried to run away, but the next second, a gun barrel was pointed at him.

He trembled, terrified of being thrown out of the safe zone.

"Darling." He Shuangqiu sat in front of him, gently saying: "Now you know why I said there would be a zombie crisis and we needed to prepare early, don't you?"

Jin Mingmao glanced at him, then at the gun that hadn't moved, and nodded in fear.

He couldn't fathom what He Shuangqiu was thinking, and couldn't even muster a sweet word.

"So…" He Shuangqiu said: "Everyone is working hard to exchange for food, isn't it inappropriate for you to do nothing?"

"I can work, I can do any job!" Jin Mingmao felt relieved: "Baby, you know my skills, I can handle any position!"

"How could I bear to let you suffer?" He Shuangqiu gestured for him to pick up the books on the ground: "You're idle anyway, memorize the texts."

Jin Mingmao's eyes widened to their maximum, finally seeing what books were in front of him.

"Junior High School Chinese, Grade 8, Volume 2"

"Senior High School English, Elective 8"

…

The system suddenly perked up: "He's broken down!"

"Defense value plus twenty! Plus twenty again! Plus twenty again!"

"The zombies are right here," Jin Mingmao struggled desperately: "Baby, I was wrong before, can we not be angry anymore?"

"You know you were wrong?" He Shuangqiu smiled warmly: "Really?"

Jin Mingmao nodded vigorously.

"Do you still love me?"

"Love!" Jin Mingmao wanted to shout: "Baby, I've always had only you in my heart!"

"It was all my shortsightedness, it was me who—-"

"Since you love me so much," He Shuangqiu earnestly requested, "it wouldn't be too much to ask you to memorize the entire excerpt from 'FATEFUL MEETINGS' in the elective textbook on page 29 within half an hour, right?"

"This is Audrey Hepburn's classic work!!"

Jin Mingmao's eyes instantly welled up, unsure whether he was about to rage or cry.

"Don't cry," He Shuangqiu lightly tapped his wristwatch, "crying counts as time."

Jin Mingmao turned his head, and there stood TOM, holding an assault rifle, expressionless, pointing it at him.

He gritted his teeth, flipped open the Chinese textbook, and started reciting middle school texts again.

It was hard to recite without speaking aloud.

But at such a time, in such a place, amidst the cacophony of crows' mournful cries, his recitation sounded particularly shameful.

"Oah! Oh, do buy a flower off me!"

"Will that be of any use to you!"

The sound of firecrackers exploded loudly, sending many arms and legs flying high into the sky.

Amidst the distant and approaching explosions, there were still the sounds of recitation, tinged with sobs.