125: Strengthen city defenses

Bright Moon Villa under the moonlight was peaceful and warm.

But Yang Chunlai knew clearly in his heart that this brief tranquility was merely the calm before the storm.

The next crisis might arrive in an even more swift and unpredictable manner.

Upon returning to the base, Yang Chunlai did not bother to rest and immediately summoned all members.

In the conference room, the atmosphere was so heavy it felt like it could be squeezed out like water.

The dim, yellow light cast flickering shadows of light and dark across everyone's faces.

Everyone's expression carried the exhaustion of having survived a disaster and anxiety about the future.

Yang Chunlai stood before everyone, his gaze sweeping over every familiar face, his voice low yet full of power: "The appearance of this Tyrannosaurus Rex this time has sounded a heavy alarm for us."

"We must take action immediately to strengthen our defenses; otherwise, we might not be so lucky next time."

"We must build this base into an impregnable fortress, making any enemy shrink back at the sight of it."

"It must be able to handle tides of thousands of zombies and withstand attacks from massive monsters."

Everyone nodded one after another, their eyes revealing firm determination.

In this Apocalypse, their home was their final sanctuary and the hope for their survival; no one was willing to give it up easily.

Yang Chunlai possessed the ability to transport Spirit Stones, and he knew well the powerful energy contained within them.

At the first light of dawn the next day, he set off toward a nearby abandoned mine.

The surroundings were a deathly silent wilderness, occasionally punctuated by the chilling roars of zombies in the distance.

Finally, they found the ore vein that contained a large amount of Spirit Stones.

When he saw those solid and heavy stone Materials, a glimmer of hope flashed in Yang Chunlai's eyes.

Yang Chunlai stood before the ore vein, took a deep breath, slowly raised his hands, and waved them powerfully in the air.

Following his movements, those huge Spirit Stones seemed to be guided by a pair of invisible hands, flying up from underground one after another and into his own space.

As each Spirit Stone flew up, it stirred up a cloud of dust, forming golden trails of dust in the sunlight.

Before long, a mountain had piled up in Yang Chunlai's space.

These were the Materials for reinforcing his own city walls.

Returning to the base, with everyone working together, the city wall reinforcement project officially began.

Yang Chunlai focused intently on controlling the stones, precisely stacking them one by one onto the city wall.

Each Spirit Stone was more than half a person tall and weighed hundreds of jin.

Yet under the effect of his powerful ability, they seemed as if imbued with life, moving easily through the air and arranging themselves neatly on the city wall.

As the Spirit Stones were continuously stacked, the city wall gradually widened and heightened, and the originally thin wall became increasingly thick and tall.

"Everyone, put in a little more effort; we must complete the city wall reinforcement in the shortest time possible!"

Yang Chunlai encouraged everyone loudly while controlling the Spirit Stones.

His voice echoed across the construction site like passionate war drums, igniting everyone's fighting spirit.

Under his encouragement, everyone was full of drive, applying clay to reinforce the adhesion between the stones.

Although sweat soaked their clothes, streaming down their cheeks and backs, dripping onto the ground beneath their feet, no one complained of fatigue.

Everyone had a clear division of labor; some were responsible for moving small stones to fill gaps, some for mixing the special mortar used to bond the Spirit Stones, and others climbed scaffolding to assist Yang Chunlai in adjusting the positions of the Spirit Stones.

After the city wall reinforcement was completed, Yang Chunlai wasted no time in starting to set up obstacles.

Bright Moon Villa was surrounded by mountains on three sides, making it easy to defend and difficult to attack.

If a zombie tide were to attack, the most likely direction of attack would be the main gate.

He carefully arranged many obstacles in the open space in front of the main gate.

These obstacles consisted of sharp wooden stakes, thick barbed wire, and huge stones.

He personally directed everyone to drive the wooden stakes deep into the ground, with each stake inserted extremely firmly, forming a dense array of wooden stakes.

The sharp tips of the wooden stakes glinted with a cold light in the sunlight, making one feel intimidated; if enemies wanted to approach, they would inevitably be blocked by this stake array and unable to move an inch.

The thick barbed wire crisscrossed, covered in sharp barbs, resembling a giant spider web.

Once touched, one would be cut until dripping with blood.

The huge stones were placed in key positions, standing there steadily like silent guards, used to block the enemy's charge.

"These obstacles can effectively slow down the enemy's attack speed, buying us more time to organize defense and counterattacks."

Yang Chunlai explained patiently to everyone.

Looking at these carefully arranged obstacles, a sense of security welled up in everyone's hearts, and they also felt heartfelt admiration for Yang Chunlai's wisdom and foresight.

In this dangerous Apocalypse, a leader with both courage and strategy was the key to their survival.

However, Yang Chunlai was not satisfied with this.

He knew well that relying solely on these defensive facilities was far from enough; they also needed a powerful force to defend their home.

After careful deliberation, he decided to use his Soul-Stealing ability to control an army of thousands of zombies.

This decision was not easy; the area where zombies gathered was full of unknown dangers, and the Soul-Stealing ability consumed a great deal of his Mental Energy, but for the safety of his home, he had no other choice.

Yang Chunlai went alone to the area where the zombies gathered.

The air here was filled with a nauseating stench of decay, as if it were the entrance to Hell.

The air was thick with the scent of death, mixed with the smell of rotting flesh and blood, making one unable to help but want to vomit.

He suppressed his discomfort, closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and cast the Soul-Stealing ability.

A faint blue light appeared around his body, and that blue light, like ripples in water, spread outward in all directions.

Under the shroud of the blue light, the zombies' originally dull eyes became somewhat confused, and their mechanical movements also became sluggish.

Time passed second by second; Yang Chunlai's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and his face turned pale due to the excessive consumption of Mental Energy.

But he gritted his teeth and persisted.

Gradually, the zombies began to obey his commands.

Their originally chaotic movements became orderly, and they lined up neatly, forming a massive zombie army.

Although these zombies moved slowly, they were numerous and possessed no sense of fear.

Once thrown into battle, they would be a powerful force.

"From now on, you are the guardians of our home."

Yang Chunlai said to the zombie army.

Although the zombies could not understand his words, they seemed to have understood, emitting bursts of low roars as if responding to his command.

Yang Chunlai immediately placed these zombies into his own space; as long as the enemy invaded, he could use them immediately.

After returning to the base, Yang Chunlai began to set about distributing firearms and ammunition to the major bases.

He knew well that in this dangerous Apocalypse, weapons were the key to survival.

He organized a well-trained transport team to carefully distribute the stored firearms and ammunition to each base.

Every gun and every bullet carried the hope of survival; he repeatedly urged the transport team members to be careful and cautious to ensure the weapons were delivered safely.

"These weapons can enhance your combat capability; you must keep them properly and use them reasonably. Do not waste every bullet lightly unless it is an absolute last resort."

Yang Chunlai said to the heads of the various bases who came to collect the weapons.

Everyone expressed their gratitude one after another, their eyes revealing appreciation and trust.

In this difficult Apocalypse, such material support was undoubtedly like providing fuel in snowy weather.

In the days that followed, Yang Chunlai led everyone to continue strengthening defenses.

They continuously perfected the defensive facilities, re-inspecting and reinforcing the city walls to ensure there were no loopholes.

At the same time, they also trained the zombie army, figuring out a set of combat strategies suitable for the zombies' characteristics.

In addition, they organized various combat drills to improve their own combat capabilities.

The entire base was filled with a tense and busy atmosphere, with everyone working hard to defend their home.

At night, Yang Chunlai stood alone on the city wall, looking out into the darkness in the distance.

The moonlight shone on him, outlining his resolute silhouette.

His mind was filled with a thousand thoughts; although they had made many preparations, the road ahead was still full of unknowns and dangers.

A zombie tide could strike again at any time, and unknown creatures like the Tyrannosaurus Rex might also appear, not to mention other human factions with ulterior motives.

But he firmly believed that as long as everyone was united, they would surely be able to overcome all difficulties.

"No matter what awaits us ahead, we will never retreat."

Yang Chunlai whispered to himself, his eyes revealing a firm conviction.

Under the moonlight, his figure was like an eternal monument that would never fall, guarding this home full of hope.

When Yang Chunlai was patrolling the city walls with the beauties, in the distance under the moonlight, a dark mass of shadows surged forward like a tide...