I am the Zombie King of the Apocalyptic World
Chapter 1576 - 1570: Cannon Fodder

Chapter 1576: Chapter 1570: Cannon Fodder

"Heh heh heh..." Ghost Head chuckled dryly at those words, then replied, "I guess... not, right? Our luck shouldn’t be that bad."

"Let’s hope so. Alright, we’re leaving."

A few of them didn’t linger near Ghost Head. One of them rubbed his hands together, ran over to the ruins of a building, and fetched a stone to use as a table. The card game officially began.

As soon as they left, that strange man approached Ghost Head. In a slightly mechanical tone, he asked, "Who... are they?"

"Huh?" Ghost Head was startled by him. Earlier, it seemed like he had left—he wasn’t sure if he had really seen him, or if it was just a hallucination.

"You..."

"I... I’m fine. Those guys? They’re old coworkers of mine. We’ve known each other for a while. After we joined the Cold Army, we were grouped in the same squad."

"I see..."

The man nodded stiffly before walking away. His abrupt departure left Ghost Head baffled—what kind of question-and-run behavior was this?

"Hey, wait a sec."

He called out to the man, who stopped in his tracks immediately. Turning around, he gave Ghost Head a puzzled look.

"What’s your name?" Ghost Head asked.

The strange man thought for a moment after hearing the question, then replied, "My name... is Yong..."

Regarding his name, the man only provided one word. Ghost Head thought he hadn’t finished speaking and asked, "And then?"

"Just Yong... Yong, as in ’forever’ Yong."

"Just Yong? What’s your last name?" Ghost Head was taken aback. If that was really his name, it barely resembled a proper name. It felt more like a code name.

But this time, his question didn’t yield an answer. Yong shook his head and walked away.

Ghost Head was about to say something when suddenly someone grabbed his shoulder. Turning his head, his expression immediately turned serious. The person gripping his shoulder wore the same uniform as him, but it was clearly different. Ghost Head’s uniform was brand new, just issued, whereas the other man’s uniform was old and battered, stained with visible patches of dried blood on the collar and hem. This guy was clearly someone ruthless!

"What... what do you need?"

Even as a New Human, Ghost Head could feel the aura of blood radiating from this man. He was a Level 3 New Human. Ghost Head had no idea what the man wanted but couldn’t suppress the growing fear within him.

The man stared at him for a moment, making no move. This made Ghost Head even more nervous; he didn’t dare to move and could only wait for the man’s next action.

Finally, the soldier extended his hand, pointing at the laser weapon slung over Ghost Head’s shoulder. He said curtly, "Hold your weapon properly. Didn’t you hear what was said earlier?"

"Oh... Oh, alright, alright."

Seeing that the issue was merely about this, Ghost Head breathed a sigh of relief. He grabbed the laser weapon off his shoulder and held it in his hands. The soldier, satisfied, didn’t pay him any more attention and instead walked towards some other soldiers who hadn’t armed themselves.

Ghost Head relaxed, glancing around. Yong, the strange guy, had already disappeared somewhere.

"Well, that guy is seriously weird."

Muttering to himself, Ghost Head found a random spot to sit down. His gaze landed on the silver, futuristic-looking laser weapon in his hands. A flicker of disgust crossed his eyes.

For him, this gun’s appearance couldn’t have come at a worse time. Its name was Tianguang, one of the cutting-edge weapons in Dangerous Sanctuary City. Its impressive power and unparalleled splash effect made "Tianguang" excel in combat against hordes.

Under normal circumstances, such a weapon was reserved solely for elite units. For people like Ghost Head, it was something they could only look at from a distance, let alone touch. But strangely, after joining the Cold Army, Yang Xiangtian went all out and equipped every member with one.

This behavior was highly unusual. Ghost Head, having survived since the start of the apocalypse, had seen enough to understand the implications—this operation was bound to end in calamity. They were destined to face a Zombie King-level threat head-on. Across all the Sanctuary Cities and survivor bases, not a single one had successfully repelled a Zombie King’s assault. Even the royal zombies associated with Zombie Kings had left every Sanctuary City defeated.

These stark realities hung in the air. Neither Ghost Head nor anyone else could believe Dangerous Sanctuary City would succeed. In the grand scheme, the purpose of their Tianguangs wasn’t to secure survival—it was merely to maximize the number of zombies they killed before dying, lessening the burden on the defensive lines to follow.

To put it bluntly, people like Ghost Head were nothing but cannon fodder.

Of course, the Cold Army was still considered one of Dangerous Sanctuary City’s elite units, even the strongest. In countless zombie tide resistances, they’d delivered remarkable performances, including fending off a seventy-thousand-strong zombie attack during the Jiang Qu defensive battle.

Unfortunately, a year ago, Dangerous Sanctuary City faced its largest zombie tide ever—nearly a million strong. While Cold and Deep Winter Armies managed to repel the assault with great effort, the price of victory was horrifying. The Cold Army alone lost over half its active soldiers, leaving them devastated. Even after a year had passed, they still hadn’t recovered.

For this mission, Dangerous Sanctuary City once again relied on the Cold Army. But given the Army’s depleted strength, Yang Xiangtian decided to expand the force, rapidly recruiting new soldiers—instead of rigorous selection, it was a desperate numbers game.

Ghost Head, among those unwilling to join the Cold Army, didn’t really have a choice either. In a world like this, refusal wasn’t an option. Under pressure, he reluctantly gave in.

With a flood of recruits like Ghost Head, the overall strength of the Cold Army plummeted. The idea of restoring its former glory was nothing short of wishful thinking. Once a forefront unit, it had now sunk to the lowest tier among Dangerous Sanctuary City’s three main armies. As for West China’s once-proud overlords, facing this decay, they simply chose to give up altogether.

And just like that, the Cold Army became the first cannon fodder fleet, thrown to the forefront!

"Cannon fodder..." He muttered the term bitterly under his breath, his heart weighed down by despair. He had no power to change anything; all he could do was accept his fate and hope luck would somehow favor him. But death doesn’t discriminate.

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