After two rounds of airstrikes, the zombie flood surrounding Dongcheng Hospital subsided slightly, the only one Roshan remaining fell victim to 20mm machineguns.
With its ammunition exhausted, the Aurora-20 hovered in the air, then returned in the direction of Qingcheng.
Although the zombie flood subsided, no one showed any happiness.
They all recognized that the situation would not last for too long.
With darkness approaching, the zombies would rush to the area like moths rushing to a lamp.
"Listen, I know that your guards are very strong, but the night is very long." Next to Jiang Chen, Zhao Qiuran looked at the street full of limbs outside the wall of Dongcheng Hospital and said, "You said there would be helicopters coming to pick us up, how many helicopters do you need to take more than 70 people at once? Or do you intend to leave these loots here."
Zhao Qiuran looked at the slaves who were sitting next to the water tank.
