Shelter, beneath the city wall.
One by one, agile mutated zombies leapt onto the fence, swiftly climbing upward, but the barbed wire caught on their rotting flesh, leaving them immobilized.
In that instant, the snipers riddled the zombies with bullet holes.
The bulky zombies were even easier to deal with.
They were the tallest in the zombie army, and could be spotted from afar with ease.
Their heads looked like targets painted for a bullseye.
Once spotted, soldiers eager for experience points blew their heads to pieces.
The soldiers focused all their energy on eliminating the mutated creatures, and as their numbers dwindled,
the advance of ordinary infected slowed down, their previous "seek and destroy" orders replaced by basic instincts.
Lin Yi pondered privately; he hadn't seen the Zombie General in two battles, it seemed the enemy's attention was focused on attacking the Beastman Race.
That's why he sent his Commander—the mutated zombie, to lead this group of infected.
