Apocalypse: Mad Necromancer’s Troops

Chapter 81, It's Too Hard for Humans to Survive

Xiaodong Auto Repair Shop.

"Sister Hong, everything is packed, we can leave at any time," Wang Ke quickly ran up, his face slightly flushed from the tension and busyness.

Li Yanhong glanced in the direction of the residential area and said, "No rush, let's wait a bit longer."

Qiangzi, who was following behind, said, "Let's not wait. With so many zombies, we could be standing here killing them for days. We should just go."

The others also looked at Li Yanhong.

The current way of life for humans is to avoid zombies and bide their time for an opportunity.

Avoiding direct confrontation with zombies.

Ordinary zombies are already difficult enough to deal with, let alone a full-blown zombie horde!

The person controlling the skeletons doesn't plan to leave, but they still have time to escape.

"Sister Hong, didn't that guy say we wouldn't be needed later? We should leave now; I don't think they can stop the zombies." Another man in a baseball cap also tried to persuade her.

He looked older but still addressed her as Sister Hong.

Li Yanhong continued to look in the direction of the battle, thinking for a moment before saying, "Let's wait a little longer. If we leave now, we might lose a source of food, and life could get even harder. Let's wait. If the zombies start to win, we'll take that person and go."

Everyone frowned but didn't say much more.

Since Li Yanhong wanted to wait, they decided to hold off.

But given the number of zombies and the new ones being drawn into the fight, the skeletons didn't seem likely to win.

Leaving seemed inevitable.

The group went back downstairs to continue reinforcing the car and preparing for whatever else they could.

.........

The main battlefield.

The horde surged like waves, crashing into the skeleton formation repeatedly.

They clawed and tore at each other, trampling the bodies of those in front as they reached for their enemies.

The skeleton soldiers kept swinging their weapons, cutting down and piercing the zombies that rushed at them.

The 'Big Guy' skeleton swung its massive arms like a pendulum, flinging zombies away.

The skeletal dogs and cats dashed between the skeleton ranks, dragging zombies into the formation and crushing their throats and heads.

The battlefield had spread from the front line to the entire skeleton formation.

The front rows of skeletons were overwhelmed by the horde.

In the gaps, struggling skeletons could still be seen fighting back.

It wasn't just the horde led by the Big-Head Zombie; more zombies were being drawn to the battle.

The louder the noise, the more zombies gathered.

Wu Heng raised his hand to cast 【Witch Arrows】 and 【Acid Splash】, then glanced at the distant residential building.

It was still calm there, but he could see the Big-Head Zombie standing behind a window, with ordinary zombies guarding outside.

The skeletons were dying off too quickly.

This made Wu Heng start to worry.

"Don't let this go south!"

The situation on the battlefield forced him to change his plan.

Dragging this out could put him in danger too.

After thinking it through, he immediately pulled out a pistol and fired.

Bang~!

The gunshot was still deafening amidst the chaos.

After the shot, skeletons with blue flames in their eye sockets appeared at the edges of the rooftops on both sides.

They were holding plastic barrels filled with liquid.

They glanced down at the situation below and threw the barrels down.

Bang, bang, bang~!

The plastic barrels crashed into the horde.

Large swathes of zombies were knocked down, the barrels shattered, and liquid splashed everywhere.

A strong smell of gasoline quickly filled the air.

The zombies that were hit tumbled over each other, trying to gather against the walls, attempting to climb up.

The skeletons kept throwing down more barrels, about five or six in total.

The skeletons on the rooftops then took out glass bottles stuffed with cloth, lit the cloth on fire, and threw them down where the gasoline had spilled.

Bang~ Boom!

The Molotov cocktails hit the ground and shattered, igniting a massive fire.

The flames quickly spread to both sides, with flames surging over two meters high.

A large number of zombies were engulfed in the fire, struggling and howling as they were burned to ashes.

But the horde soon adapted their attack.

The zombies began to spread out, avoiding the burning areas, and continued to charge forward.

The howls of the zombies and the flames surged skyward.

Abandoned cars exploded one after another in the fire, with deafening roars.

But the fire did manage to hold back the horde significantly.

The zombies were no longer as concentrated, allowing the skeletons to climb out of the corpse piles and continue hacking at the zombies.

.........

On a distant rooftop.

The bearded middle-aged man and the man with glasses watched the distant battle in shock.

At first, when they saw the zombies attacking the skeletons, they were surprised, but it just felt like two underworld creatures were fighting each other.

They even hoped both sides would die off.

But as they watched, they started feeling that something was off.

The horde began splitting into groups—one part attacked head-on, while another climbed or formed human ladders to breach the skeletons' ranks.

This strategy left them dumbfounded.

Zombies using tactics?

They became more convinced that the zombies would win.

The skeletons were already outnumbered; their defeat was only a matter of time.

But when they saw the skeletons throwing down barrels of gasoline and Molotov cocktails from the rooftops, they were even more stunned.

"What the hell! The skeletons have a backup plan too?"

The man with glasses exclaimed.

This wasn't just tactics—it was strategy!

What the hell is going on?

The apocalypse had been ongoing for a while, and humans had managed to survive mainly because zombies weren't intelligent.

Their behavior and attack methods were more like those of devolved beasts.

Humans had gradually figured out ways to deal with the zombies.

But now it seemed they had underestimated these creatures.

"These skeletons can make their own weapons—this is terrifying!" the bearded man said.

The man with glasses swallowed nervously and added, "Can we really survive in this world?"

"Who knows! We need to be careful and bring this information back to the central station, so they can be cautious about these skeleton monsters too."

"Okay!"

.........

In front of a residential building at the rear of the horde.

Over twenty zombies stood guard at the building entrance, restless and agitated.

They were occasionally distracted by distant explosions, roaring before quickly quieting down and resuming their watch.

Suddenly, in the open space before the building, a figure slowly appeared out of thin air.

A skeleton with iron-gray bones, draped in tattered yellowish linen.

The zombies around it froze.

In the next second, they let out angry roars and charged at it.

Bang~!

A straight punch shattered the first zombie's eye socket, sending its body flying into the others.

Bagdong quickly rushed into the building.

Two mutated hounds snarled, leaping from the stairs to attack.

A powerful punch sent the mutated hounds crashing into the back wall, where they slumped down.

Bagdong quickly reached a room.

Bang~ A kick smashed open the door.

He looked inside at the Big-Head Zombie, surrounded by more zombies.