217: Chapter 217 Want to cut Han Xue's back row? The zombie horde has already started eating.

Boom!

The ceiling exploded.

The Third Squad had arrived.

A dozen ninjas hung upside down, their blades tracing the walls as they bypassed the frontal firepower and lunged straight for the temporary medical area.

Two surrendered soldiers from the South Suburbs had just turned around when their throats were slit.

Blood sprayed onto the white wall.

The survivors screamed and retreated.

The major sent by Zhao Dingshan turned pale.

"The defensive line has been breached!"

Liang Guodong, as if grabbing a lifeline, immediately struggled and shouted, "Do you see that?! They can't hold them off! Everyone following them is going to die!"

Slap.

Yu Qingyi pressed a piece of tape over his mouth.

"If you keep screaming, everyone really will die."

Liang Guodong's eyes widened.

Yu Qingyi didn't look at him again and turned to drag the wounded away.

Captain Han Xue did not pursue the ninjas.

She stared at the hidden compartments in the ceiling and pressed her right hand downward.

"Abandon the first corridor."

"Second Squad, fall back three meters."

"Third Squad, turn on the lights."

"First Squad, seal the ceiling with grenades."

The orders were issued.

The lights went out completely.

The underground commercial level plunged into darkness.

The ninjas had just dropped from the hidden compartments and hadn't even steadied themselves when three grenades rolled into the ceiling cavity.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Fire erupted.

Several black shadows were blasted out of the hidden compartments.

The next second, a crossfire swept across.

Rat-tat-tat!

The ninjas' bodies froze in mid-air.

Captain Han Xue said coldly, "Finish them off."

The surrendered soldiers from the South Suburbs pulled their triggers completely.

A ninja's mask was pierced, and he slammed into the ground.

The major felt his throat tighten as he watched.

This wasn't luck.

This was calculating the enemy's second landing point in advance.

The Fifth Squad quickly pressed forward.

This time, it wasn't a direct assault.

Several poison needles flew out of the smoke, embedding themselves into the cracks of the rock wall.

The zombie poison mist crept along the ground.

The soldiers in the front row had barely inhaled a breath before their faces began to turn blue.

Fat Dragon cursed.

"Playing dirty?"

He pressed his palm forward, releasing a wave of fire.

The flames burned through the poison mist, but also pushed the heat backward.

Several survivors screamed as they were scalded.

Captain Han Xue immediately turned around.

"Fat Dragon, use fire to suppress the outer side!"

"Everyone, cover your mouth and nose with wet cloths."

"Lu Yan, create a half-height stone beam to channel the smoke into the tracks."

Lu Yan raised his hand.

The ground rose.

A half-person-high stone beam thrust up from the middle, forcefully blocking the poison mist and directing it toward the abandoned tracks.

Fat Dragon withdrew his fire and grinned.

"Captain Han, you're quite professional."

Captain Han Xue ignored him.

"Second Squad, reload."

"Third Squad, fill the gaps."

"Medical team, don't stop."

The first wave of the attack was repelled.

Inside the camp, someone looked up at Captain Han Xue for the first time.

Not looking at her gun.

Looking at her as a person.

On a rooftop in the distance, the white-masked ninja lowered his binoculars.

"Lin Yuan has been here the whole time."

A voice came through the communicator: "Hold him off. The defensive preparations at Jing'an Temple are almost complete. If you can, kill him."

The white-masked ninja sneered.

"Assault!"

Three ninjas tore through the rock seams on the side wall of the subway.

They carried an aura of low temperature.

They were not ordinary ninjas.

They were Awakened Ones.

The major gasped: "The left flank! They are charging toward Mr. Lin!"

Captain Han Xue, however, was staring at the ground.

The water stains were moving.

The opponent's target wasn't Lin Yuan.

It was her.

If the commander is killed, the defensive line will crumble.

Captain Han Xue stepped forward, deliberately standing at the edge of the firing port.

"All squads, maintain your positions."

The major panicked: "Captain Han, you're exposed!"

Captain Han Xue didn't look back.

The three ninjas changed direction simultaneously.

Their blades skimmed the ground, heading straight for Captain Han Xue.

Captain Han Xue raised her gun and fired.

The bullets struck the ice armor, splashing only a few bits of frost.

A personal guard beside her rushed out, firing continuously with a submachine gun.

Even knowing it wouldn't penetrate the ice armor, he still pulled the trigger hard to suppress the ninjas for half a second.

It was useless.

But it was enough.

Half a second.

Behind the abandoned vehicles, thirty ambushing soldiers rose simultaneously.

Their crossfire pinned the three ninjas down.

The first ninja had just raised his blade when Sister Long crashed in from the side.

"Picking women to kill?"

She brought her axe down.

Crack!

"Come on! If you have the guts, kill me!"

His sternum collapsed.

The second person formed hand seals, and a blast of cold air erupted.

Tank rushed up through the frost, wrapping his arms around the opponent.

"Dare to touch my wife!"

"Get in there!"

Bang!

The person was shoved into the wall.

Sister Long pouted: "Who is your wife? I only agreed to be your girlfriend."

The third person tried to retreat.

A line of water sprang up from the puddles on the ground.

The water line Wang Ya had left underground coiled around his ankle like a living snake.

With a yank, his Achilles tendon snapped.

Captain Han Xue raised her gun.

Bang.

The major stood in place, silent.

He understood now.

Three hundred ordinary people were not meant to fight the Espers head-on.

They were creating half-second windows.

Creating kill windows for powerhouses like Sister Long, Tank, and Wang Ya.

This was tactics.

With the Third, Fifth, and Seventh Squads suffering continuous losses, the Japanese Side finally realized something was wrong.

The perimeter was too quiet.

Quiet to the point that not a single zombie was roaring.

Their original plan was to exploit the chaos here to attract the surrounding zombies, thereby creating an effect where one plus one is greater than two.

The white-masked ninja gripped the communicator.

"Retreat."

"Preserve combat strength."

"Something is wrong here."

On the ground, atop an abandoned vehicle, Lin Motong hugged her tattered teddy bear and swung her legs.

"You are not allowed to leave."

Her voice was very soft.

The next second.

The subway exit.

The underground parking lot.

The side door of the shopping mall.

A sea of zombies descended all at once.

The Japanese ninjas would never understand, even in death, why the zombie-attracting powder they had risked their lives to research had failed.

The retreat route was blocked.

A ninja had just leaped onto a billboard when he was dragged down by three zombies.

The sound of breaking bones echoed into the underground.

Lin Motong lowered her head and stroked the teddy bear's ears.

"Mom always said, eat before you leave."

"After all, my subjects have already come, and they haven't eaten yet."

The ninja formation crumbled.

Captain Han Xue seized this second.

"Everyone, push back."

"Three per group."

"Rotate firing ports."

"Use grenades to suppress the corners."

Three hundred people began to advance.

Not a charge.

An advance.

Every step was numbered.

Every shot had a direction.

Just like during training.

The ninjas were blocked by the zombie horde, their space compressed by the rock walls, and forced out of hiding by the firepower of ordinary people.

Sister Long, Tank, and Fat Dragon took turns reaping them.

Lin Yuan's mirror image stood in place.

From beginning to end, he did not take a single step.

Yet, three squads had already been crippled.

The last white-masked ninja was dragged back in front of the rock wall by the zombie horde.

His legs were chewed up, and his mask was cracked in half.

Captain Han Xue walked over.

Bang!

One shot broke his other leg.

The white-masked ninja screamed.

Captain Han Xue crouched down, picked up the communicator tucked into his waist, and pressed her gun barrel against his chin.

"The frequency of the mole in the Hongqiao Command Center."

The white-masked ninja gritted his teeth.

Captain Han Xue shifted her position, aiming the gun at his shattered kneecap.

The white-masked ninja shuddered.

He bit down on the poison sac embedded in his back molar.

"Long live the Emperor..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Liu Qing's voice immediately rang out from the channel.

"We were just waiting for your poison tooth locator."

"Shortwave 037, backup frequency 038."

"Someone inside the Hongqiao Command Center just sent a confirmation message."

The white-masked ninja's eyes widened: "How is it possible... Baka..."

The major slowly straightened up.

He looked at Captain Han Xue and raised his hand in a salute.

This time, it wasn't perfunctory.

"Captain Han."

"The Hongqiao Command Center defensive line owes you one."

Captain Han Xue did not return the salute.

She looked at the corpses and the wounded on the ground.

"Three hundred people."

"Twenty-one killed in action."

"Forty-seven severely wounded."

She paused.

"Continue reinforcing."

At the same time, deep underground in Shanghai, Lin Yuan and Qin Yumo had already bypassed the battlefield at Zhongshan Park and were moving along the Suzhou Creek toward the Huangpu River.

In the communicator, Liu Qing's voice suddenly became urgent.

"Master, we just caught the mole from the Hongqiao Command Center defensive line."

"From the person, we learned that a Sea Ghost squad of about three hundred people is advancing toward the Cloud Top Palace."