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"Reporting, Commander, my... my identity is... is an Enforcer," the red-clothed man replied tremulously, completely devoid of his initial arrogance.

While Yan Fangfang was asking, Dongfang Chen was also explaining the relevant matters to her through the bone microphone, so she quickly sorted things out.

"Why did you attack the headquarters?" Yan Fangfang continued to ask.

"This... this was actually a pre-arranged plan. It's just that we discovered that your soldiers were wearing strange clothes that were immune to the virus and could easily kill zombies. So, we had to postpone the attack plan," the red-clothed man explained, shivering.

To have such little courage and still dare to attack the military region headquarters? And almost succeeded? Yan Fangfang was also speechless, feeling that the current deployment of the military region was no longer keeping up with the changing situation.

"And then? What is your plan?" Yan Fangfang continued to ask.

"The original plan was to mobilize the zombies in Yundu City to attack the headquarters to attract firepower. And we would secretly infiltrate, using this method to capture... to capture..." He didn't dare to say it.

"A feint to the east and attack in the west, deceiving the heavens and crossing the sea!" Yan Fangfang understood and exclaimed!

They had been targeted long ago.

"You guys are really bold! You even dare to openly attack the Commander! Speak! What is your purpose in doing this?" Yan Fangfang scolded.

"I also... I also don't know! We are just following orders!" The red-clothed man was very scared and also looked very aggrieved.

"Alright, then I'll ask you, how did you know the specific location of the headquarters and also understand the internal structure of the military region?" Yan Fangfang changed the question.

"I don't know, I really don't know! The Holy Envoy, yes, the Holy Envoy knows. He told us not to ask too much, just follow him," the man explained nervously.

Yan Fangfang became a little impatient seeing that this red-clothed man knew nothing no matter what she asked.

"I'll ask you one last question, how much do you know about the Spirit Summoning Art?" Yan Fangfang asked.

These questions were all asked at Dongfang Chen's suggestion. This was her first time encountering the Red-Clothed Church, and she couldn't think of so many questions.

"I've only heard of the Spirit Summoning Art, but I've never seen it. I only know that the Holy Envoy can use the Spirit Summoning Art to control zombies," the man replied.

"So, the zombies outside were attracted by that damn Holy Envoy controlling the Tier 3 zombie?" Yan Fangfang asked herself.

The Tier 3 zombies outside couldn't have come to attack the headquarters for no reason. It must be that Holy Envoy pulling strings behind the scenes.

"Yes!" the man replied.

Yan Fangfang nodded.

"Commander, you said just now that you could cure me, is that true?" the red-clothed man asked tentatively.

"You're really thinking too much! You killed so many people, and you still want to live?" Yan Fangfang was processing the information just now, and she was amused by these words.

"Commander, it really wasn't my fault! I was just following orders. By the way, Commander, I can defect to you! You must save me!" The man knelt on the ground and begged.

"Drag him out and execute him! This kind of person can stir up trouble, it's really speechless!" Yan Fangfang ordered.

"Yes!"

"Spare me! Spare me, Commander!" The man cried out, but no one paid any attention to him.

Several members of the Zhanfeng Commando Team dragged the man away.

As for that Holy Envoy, Dongfang Chen said that he would be here soon, and they would interrogate him when he arrived.

Yan Fangfang had people carry Yan Zhengping to the bed in the inner room of the office to take good care of him and wait for Dongfang Chen to come and treat him.

To avoid being noticed, Tong Li had quietly left.

It was already past four in the morning.

As if sensitive to time or light, the zombies stopped attacking and retreated towards Yundu City.

The second line of defense had not been breached, and the soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

The military's directly subordinate Special Forces Regiment, protected by combat suits, chased after them, constantly killing the zombies in the rear.

And the other divisions began to assemble and take stock.

The final statistics showed that over 1,200 people were injured and over 1,500 people were killed, which can be described as heavy casualties.

For the injured soldiers, the division commanders of each division could only helplessly quarantine them first.

In the past, they would only engage in some small-scale local battles with zombies under duress, with a maximum of ten or eight injuries at a time. Because there were no effective treatment drugs, they could only watch these soldiers slowly zombify and then be killed. This had happened countless times.

But this time was different, there were too many injured people! More than a thousand people! Thinking that they could only watch these comrades zombify and then be killed, everyone's emotions fell to the bottom.

They didn't die at the hands of zombies, but they were going to die from the virus.

Most of them were only slightly injured, why? Why couldn't they live? Looking at the comrades who were gradually moving away and heading towards the quarantine area, everyone's eyes turned red. Some soldiers with low tear ducts were already in tears.

"Everyone, attention!" an officer shouted loudly.

Everyone stood at attention.

"Salute!" The officer shouted the order in a hoarse voice.

"Swish!"

The tens of thousands of soldiers on the scene looked at their comrades who were entering the quarantine area and stood at attention and saluted in unison.

The more than 1,200 soldiers standing in the quarantine area turned their heads and saw this scene.

They understood what this military salute meant, and they also understood what awaited them next.

They turned around one after another, smiling through their tears.

Then they stood at attention and returned the salute one after another.

"Comrades, continue to fight! Death is not scary; despair is!"

This was their wish, and it was also their heartfelt voice.