Surviving the Zombie Apocalypse With My Military System



"Sir…we need to do something to the Oriental Crown," Sara urged Richard carefully. She knew that he was deep in thought and didn't want to interrupt him unnecessarily, but the situation was urgent.

Richard turned his attention to Sara. "Oriental Crown will fall before we send out any reinforcements…" 

On the screen, the Warthog made a daring maneuver, swooping in for another strafe run against Crimson. But Crimson, unfazed, raised her hands skyward, summoning an array of blood arrows. Thirty massive arrows, each two meters in width and with a radius of fifty centimeters, materialized in the air, glowing with a sinister red hue.

With a swift motion, Crimson directed the blood arrows toward the Warthog. The arrows, infused with her power, shot forward with incredible speed, matching the velocity of missiles. They streaked across the sky, trailing a wake of dark energy.

The Warthog pilot instantly recognized the danger. He pushed the aircraft into an evasive maneuver, trying to outpace and outmaneuver the blood arrows. The scene was tense as the Warthog twisted and turned in the sky, narrowly avoiding the relentless pursuit of the arrows.

Despite his best efforts, found the blood arrows relentless. Each twist and turn in the sky was matched by the arrows' unyielding pursuit, their speed and maneuverability defying normal physics. The pilot's expertise was evident, but the situation rapidly deteriorated as the arrows closed in, their dark energy leaving a menacing trail in the sky.

The pilot executed a series of desperate maneuvers, pushing the Warthog to its limits. He dove, climbed, and banked sharply, each move more daring than the last, in an attempt to evade the deadly projectiles.

Finally, the blood arrows caught up with the Warthog. One by one, they pierced the aircraft, each impact marked by a violent eruption. The first arrow struck the tail, sending a shudder through the frame. Another arrow tore through the wing, shearing off a large section and sending it spiraling to the ground.

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The Warthog, now critically damaged, struggled to stay airborne. The pilot fought valiantly to maintain control, but the damage was too extensive. More arrows found their mark, piercing the fuselage and the cockpit, turning the advanced aircraft into a flaming wreck.

In a final, tragic moment, the Warthog began its uncontrollable descent to the ground. Flames engulfed the aircraft, and thick, black smoke trailed behind as it plummeted.

The B-2 was on the runway of the Clark International Airport, going for takeoff. With a speed of 1,010 kilometers per hour, it would reach the Oriental Crown in less than six minutes.

Six minutes later.

At the Oriental Crown, Crimson stood before Echo 3-2, who was lying wounded on the ground, a smirk spread across her face. 

"Didn't I tell you that I would destroy your camp? If I promise something, it'll happen. Now, I noticed that the leadership of the Blackwatch is not here. I'll allow you to live and be my minion if you become a good dog and tell me where they are now."

Echo 3-2 staggered as he rose to his feet. He was taller than Crimson and so he looked down on her and then spat on her face.

"Over my dead body."

Crimson's smirk turned into a scowl as she wiped the spit off her face. "It's fascinating that you are so loyal to your leader without him giving a damn about you and your comrades that perished here in this outpost." 

"We are soldiers, we follow orders and protect our own," Echo 3-2 replied, his voice hoarse but resolute. He steadied himself, preparing for whatever Crimson might do next.

Crimson laughed coldly. "Such blind loyalty. But it doesn't matter now. You're all going to die here."

"Oh I know that I'm going to die here, the best part is…you are going to die along with me," Echo 3-2 smirked. "You may be looking for the Blackwatch leadership but know that they are looking at us right now, directly above us." 

lightsΝοvεl ƈοm Crimson turned her head upward and saw nothing but black skies. 

"You may not see or sense them here, but that doesn't matter because they are there somewhere looking down on us. I'm ready to die for our goal of eliminating every zombie including the likes of you and your master off the face of the Earth." 

"You talk too much…" Crimson, having enough of him babbling, stabbed him in the chest.

Echo 3-2, with his remaining strength, defiantly raised his middle finger at Crimson.

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