Ye Fan stood on the ramparts, looking at the endless horde of zombies below.
It's difficult to spot the hidden armored zombies within the throng just by using one's eyes.
But it's different with radar; the movements of the opponents are laid bare.
Ye Fan doesn't even need to observe; the soldiers at the radar station are continuously monitoring the zombie horde, and the crimson among the ordinary red dots is hard to conceal.
It's undeniable that the bald zombie has set up a deadly trap.
This time, the arriving armored zombies numbered in the hundreds, and the agile zombies they carried also numbered in the hundreds.
If they were to suddenly rush to the base of the wall, it would indeed be a disaster.
"All rocket launcher warriors and mortar warriors, prepare."
"Rocket launcher warriors and air defense infantry, ascend the walls."
"Do not hold back your firepower, and don't bother with ordinary zombies; focus on blasting those armored zombies approaching!"
