"Ye Fan."

"Ye Fan."

"Bad guy."

"Bad guy."

"He's tough, can't beat him."

"Tough, can't beat him....."

Little One parroted Wang Huining's words a few times, and suddenly his eyes reddened.

He was unwilling to accept defeat, he wanted to try again.

Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly stopped, and a red light flashed in Little One's eyes, as he attempted to directly control Wang Huining.

Wang Huining suddenly felt a sharp pain in his head. As the Corpse King, he knew this was the control method of a Corpse King, and he thought he was about to become Little One's puppet.

But he wasn't. After the brief stabbing pain, Wang Huining found that he wasn't under control.

He didn't quite know why. At the time he was implanted with the chip, he himself had no knowledge of it.

Little One looked at Wang Huining who wasn't affected, stunned for a moment, but his cognitive abilities weren't very advanced, similar to those of a seven or eight-year-old child, so he didn't delve into the reason why.

He issued a silent scream, ordering the corpse horde to attack again.

This time, the corpse horde numbered a full 800,000, with about 400,000 zombies, 100,000 Mutant Beasts, and 150,000 each of Mutated Birds and Mutant Rats, advancing continuously towards Dawn City.

As for his side, only less than 100,000 zombies were left to protect him.

Wang Huining saw the situation and secretly cursed in his heart.

He did not believe Little One's attack would defeat the Dawn Army; in his heart, Ye Fan was almost invincible.

Taking advantage of Little One's distraction, he quietly controlled two giant owls.

He didn't want to return to the human race; he had already become a zombie.

......

The Dawn Army's broadcast stopped again in the evening, disappointing those eager to watch.

However, they could confirm one thing: the number of zombies was steadily decreasing, and it seemed Dawn City would be able to hold its ground.

Over in Ice City, Guo Zhun had already left his base.

His base had airplanes, not only a dozen helicopters but also training planes and several civilian airliners obtained from the airport.

But that was all, he had no better aircraft.

After finishing his phone call, Guo Zhun was in a state of excitement.

His base had a population of over a million, with many skilled in flying aircraft.

This time, he brought along a large group of pilots, driving away from Ice City, heading for the mountains hundreds of kilometers away.

Following the address given on the phone, he found an ancient air-raid shelter.

The air-raid shelter seemed to be very old, with rusted doors estimated to be at least several decades old.

Moreover, the air-raid shelter was located deep in the mountains, extremely hidden. If not for someone informing him, he would never have found it in his lifetime.

The lock on the iron door couldn't be opened under ordinary circumstances, but following the person's hint, he surprisingly found the key on a concealed cliff.

After entering the shelter, they found a generator at the entrance.

His men started it up, and surprisingly, the lighting equipment still worked.

As the lights came on, the sight revealed was astonishing.

The cave covered tens of thousands of square meters, and inside, there were actually many airplanes parked!

Indeed, airplanes, although not of very advanced models, undoubtedly they were airplanes.

The planes were wrapped in tarpaulin, covered in dust, which he hurriedly ordered people to uncover.

A series of green-yellow aircraft glinted darkly under the lights.

Full of excitement, Guo Zhun touched the planes with trembling hands.

"So many..... there are actually so many!"

"These are fighters from seventy years ago, left from the last global war! Never discovered after all these years!"

"Look at these machine guns! Look at these bombs! After all these years, they're still in such good condition!"

"Quick, quick, quick! Find out if there's aviation fuel here!"

His men excitedly searched and soon found aviation fuel.

By then, they also counted the number of planes.

Inside this cave, there were a total of fifty fighter planes.

Though the models were old, that no longer mattered, as now they would dominate the skies.

Guo Zhun couldn't help but admire the person behind him; his success was inseparable from that individual's support.

Through chatting with the other person, Guo Zhun even learned some information.

During this meteor shower attacking globally within the Qin Han Empire, not all imperial officials and nobility perished; there were some who slipped through the cracks.

Within the Empire, it wasn't just these survivor bases; in some places, figures from the noble classes had established even larger bases, naming them Base Cities, and proclaiming themselves the legitimate Qin Han Empire, actively recruiting survivors locally.

However, the Divine Dragon Province is located in a remote area and cannot receive the other party's radio or TV signals, so it has not been able to establish contact with those places.

Guo Zhun even knows that some base cities are striving to establish cross-province radio signals. Although it is unclear when it will succeed, he believes that one day contact will be established.

And this information is known only to him within the entire Divine Dragon Province.

With this, Guo Zhun believes that in the end, in the entire province, he will be the one who laughs last.

This time, by taking down these warplanes, he can rightfully announce that he will be the ruler of the Divine Dragon Province!

No matter if it's Ye Fan, Li Yuntian, or Yan Zhihuan, or even Rikov of Hai Shan Wei, not even hordes of zombies can stop his steps!

He gritted his teeth and instructed his subordinates to hurry and debug the planes. He only gave them three days, after which these fifty fighter jets will fly back to Ice City Airport!

.....

Under Dawn City, the cold wind was howling.

The strong wind carried the stench of the zombie horde, blowing in from afar, and everyone inside the city could smell it clearly.

The two mine-laying vehicles of the Dawn Army once again laid 300,000 landmines under the city walls before the zombies arrived.

Before the horde reached, the mine-laying vehicles had already returned to the base.

On top of the city wall, Ye Fan had built several high platforms.

On each platform stood a giant cannon.

The power went out in the city again, and the Light Prism Tower started operating, flashing a faint blue light.

All the soldiers were in their positions, with a total defensive force of 13,500 troops.

Moreover, from the field hospital, injured soldiers who had been treated continuously returned to the front line.

On a distant hillside, 2,000 War Hawk soldiers were on standby at any moment. Their mission was to intercept mutated birds, protect our flares, and provide escort for potential airborne aircraft.

Inside the city, over a thousand military dogs and two hundred War Bears were on the walls and around them, with the primary task of holding off agile zombies and incoming rats.

The eastern gate was also fortified like the southern gate, but the south gate remained the main battlefield.

All artillerymen were ready, and the armored vehicle units could go out of the city to fight. Even the returning Dawn Dragon Armored Train could set off again at any moment.

Ye Fan had prepared for everything, ready for battle.

On the city wall, Ye Fan stood at the forefront, surrounded by a group of Dawn Army officers.

"Sir, have a cigarette."

Chief of Staff Zhongjing handed Ye Fan a cigarette, then lit it with a windproof lighter.

Clink!

Ye Fan took a deep puff, then blew out a smoke ring, which was quickly dispersed by the strong wind.

Logistics Officer Zhang Kunlin said to Ye Fan, "Sir, after this battle, we can't burn the corpses immediately. We need to collect some supplies. These zombies might not have much, but scraping together a few hundred thousand in funds is quite easy."

Ye Fan glanced back at him, "Are our supplies really that scarce?"

Zhang Kunlin nodded, "A bit. After all, our city now has over 200,000 people, and feeding them daily is a big problem. As per your instructions, we have large amounts of steel, coal, building materials, etc., but there are still many urgently needed items, which need to be exchanged with other survivor teams or bases."

"There is no currency now, but because of your gold and silver acquisition policy, gold and silver have become hard currency. We also need some reserves. Sir, our military strength is already formidable. I'm worried about the livelihood issues after this battle."

Zhang Kunlin gestured as he spoke, "We should establish a large trading market to become the resource distribution center in the Divine Dragon Province. Sir, we can exchange resources by selling weapons."

Chief of Staff Zhongjing scoffed, "Selling weapons isn't arming the enemy? I think what we mainly lack is food. Now, since it's the gathering during the harsh winter, there is no food production, and much food outside is rotting or past its expiration date. Our main focus should be using other resources to trade for food."

Zhang Kunlin countered, "Other resources are hard to exchange unless it's strategic-level materials like Mutant Beast Meat. Typically, people are not willing to sell food. Barter is troublesome; both parties must agree."

Zhongjing waved his hand, "Then why don't we just issue our currency? Buy whatever we want."

Zhang Kunlin couldn't help but roll his eyes, "That's even harder unless we obtain a leading position in the Divine Dragon Province, or else who would acknowledge it?"

The two debated back and forth while Ye Fan listened, feeling slightly touched.

Some things may seem like tall tales, but they are not impossible to achieve.

Of course, it is currently impossible; Ye Fan's side, whether in scale or fame, is still insufficient.

However, Ye Fan did not interrupt them. Their conversation gave him some inspiration.

Since he had established a base and taken in survivors, he needed to manage aspects beyond just military matters.

Now that Dawn City has over 200,000 people, the pressure inside the base is also considerable.

First, the city's scale needs to be expanded again. An overcrowded city where people are unhappy makes it challenging to develop.

Moreover, the area around Ye Fan is not peaceful; some people have been restless.

As Ye Fan was growing, others were likely not idle either.

Ye Fan started late and currently was not much ahead of others.

His thoughts wandered here and there and quickly refocused on the battlefield.

At six o'clock in the evening, the zombie horde moved.

From ten kilometers away, the endless zombie horde began advancing in the pitch black night.

This time, even Ye Fan was very shocked.

He did not expect that Little One's determination this time was so great, clearly aiming to place the decisive battle tonight.

Even though he made various preparations, a fierce battle tonight was inevitable.

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