Be the savior from Frostpunk

Chapter 180 Plague War

Time is still ticking.

There are still 15 seconds left, and it is time to enter the defense change stage of the first wave of weapons.

At that time, the only thing that could fire ammunition on the city wall was the automatic rifles in the hands of the mutant soldiers.

After all, this world is real. It is not like in the game where all the buildings, weapons and tireless soldiers only need a small maintenance fee to maintain permanent operation.

Typhus slowly stood up to the high wall, his heavy armor and his back facing the light, leaving a stalwart figure on the ground behind him.

"Astartes, prepare."

The World Purification and Plague Army didn't have a battle cry, so there was silence.However, their posture of preparing their weapons cheered everyone up. The fighting instinct inherited from genetic memory has not changed even after falling into chaos.

At the moment when the artillery fire and machine guns came to a standstill, the world seemed to stand still.

Immediately afterwards, twenty tall giant figures jumped into the tide of corpses, making people feel terrified by this terrible act.

When they landed, they stepped on the mountain of corpses and looked down at these blasphemous creations.

The endless tide of corpses immediately surged on top of the tide of corpses, accumulating twenty protrusions at the foot of the city wall.

It's a pity that with the mortal bodies of the infected, these poisonous gas cans cannot be opened.

After all, the infected are not green-skinned orcs, and they don't feel that they believe they can do anything and really take a wooden stick to open the multi-layer ceramic-steel composite armor of the Astartes.

There are not so many miraculous things in this world, and all attempts to invade the subspace have been stopped.

The input of the [-] anti-epidemic troops only hindered the corpse tide for two seconds.

After being unable to climb more infected people, more infected people continued to move in their original direction, once again covering the vacated space under the city wall.

The later companions began to climb the foundation composed of their own kind without any scruples, layer by layer towards the top of the city wall.

"Clean up."

Typhons whispered over the com channel.

Twenty real chainsaw swords began to roll, almost sweeping across a smooth section among the piled up corpses.

In just one breath, these World Purification Plague Army had completely cleaned up the infected people who had piled up on them.

Wherever the chainsword went, no Infestor left intact.

Afterwards, the army formation was formed, and the Astartes jumped high, lightly stepped on the pre-built footholds on the city wall, borrowed a little force, and rotated their bodies from top to bottom to clean up the infected who began to pile up under the city wall them.

There are still 11 seconds until the end of the defense time.

"assault."

Typhus' voice began to sound unreal.

The actions of the twenty anti-epidemic troops are like a machine program under uniform control, and they are uniform, opening up an open space in front of them.

The hydraulic hub of the power armor started to work, and the power guns shot out a farther open space.

The shock tower behind him completed the last start before maintenance.

Nine seconds to go.

Powerful electromagnetic vibrations surged through the armor and even the power guns in the hands of the Clean World Plague Army.

Under this kind of increase, the power gun fired by the giant electromagnetic coil even left a deep ravine on the ground, which is no different from the effect of artillery fire.

However, the electromagnetic waves that can directly shred the human body are only used as energy boosts on the Jingshi Plague Army, and they do not cause any damage.

Then the Astartes began to charge, like plowing a court and sweeping a cave, with twenty numbers carrying a tide of tens of millions of corpses forward.

Li Jianghao is even willing to believe that with sufficient supplies, these twenty Astartes can clean up the tide of 2000 million corpses without any effort, without the help of any mortals.

Five seconds left.

With the charge of the Astartes, the precious time gained, all the weapon lines and maintenance have been ready and installed in their proper positions, and the preparations have begun.

And the Astartes are just diners who have just been seated, and the appetizers have not even been served on the table.

"You can come back!"

The role played by the World Plague Army was completely beyond Li Jianghao's imagination, and he even regretted arranging Astarte for this time period.

Instead, they should put this team into the battlefield from the very beginning, and let the city wall defense play a supporting role.

But the matter has come to this, it is used as a trump card to let the corpse tide test the defense ability of these mortals, and they mainly rely on themselves to survive the corpse tide.

After experiencing this, the people in this camp will be more united and believe in their own potential.

Typhus stopped in his tracks, and the assault formation he formed switched to a defensive posture in an instant, and he walked back to the city wall like a stroll in a garden.

Even when retreating, they always maintain perfect control without any infected people who can stand up within the first 50 meters of their own army formation.

If Li Jianghao replaces all mutant soldiers with Astartes, he is even sure to realize the micro-manipulation in the game that can only be achieved by using the pause mechanism.

People are more popular than people, thanks to the fact that the system regards mutant transformation technology as a representative of a world of billions of zombies and the steam technology of the Frostpunk Age as a symbol of communication between two civilizations.

Compared with the Astartes, this is really a world, and it is incomparable.

And Astartes can only be regarded as one of the many technologies in the Warhammer world, not the top.

So what is the technology that can represent the Warhammer world?

But even at that level, the Warhammer world is facing a crisis of the end of the world.

Maybe that's something that only the most advanced saviors can consider.

It is said that there is a joke that all the nerds who hear that they are going to travel through the world of Warhammer 40 act like a fart whose toe is stepped on by a big guy.

Thinking of this, Li Jianghao felt unnatural.

God is sorry, but don't dare to let yourself save the world of Warhammer 40.

I didn't see the system saying that my boss and any emperor are just partners, which means that the relationship between the two is at least not much different.

How can a problem that my boss can't solve, be reduced to this little guy like me?
Li Jianghao comforted himself in this way, let himself calm down, and continued to concentrate on facing the battle ahead.

The first wave of combatants and mutant soldiers who switched defenses were quickly replenishing food, and took the time to rest.

All weapons were sent to the rear factory buildings for repair and maintenance, especially the machine guns that were prone to overheating and blowing up.

Also clean out infected debris that might get stuck in the rotating blades' entry and exit channels.

As the second team climbed up, the fifth-generation infected with the largest number of corpses began to gradually move into the sight of the city wall.

As those groups approached, the disease mist that had been cleaned up began to gather again, carrying a terrible threat.

Among them, some of the largest inflated zombies have grown to the level of ten meters, which is particularly conspicuous.

Obviously, these fifth-generation infected people are also gradually evolving.

(End of this chapter)