Xia Feng never felt that he had much influence, and the infected did heed his call, but he was not the leader of the infected.

There is no class rule, no identity suppression, and the reason why the infected will listen to him is because his goals resonate with the infected.

He was recognized by everyone, and the infected believed in him, even willing to give their lives.

However, if his decision deviates from the path that the infected have already taken at the last minute, he will lose his appeal in an instant.

The mentality of the infected has become numb, and they have even given up thinking.

It is easy to go up the mountain and difficult to go down, and after paying the lives of countless compatriots, the counteroffensive against the empire can no longer be stopped.

Even if the whole army is wiped out.

.....

In the face of the Empire's coping strategy, Xia Feng needs to be calm.

To be honest, the empire is also fighting to use mobile cities to block infected people.

All three cities are important cities in the northern hub, and the construction of urban areas and facilities around them has cost unimaginable human and financial resources over the years.

As soon as the main city starts moving, the surrounding facilities will be scrapped in an instant.

For him, this is bad news, but it is also hidden good news.

The bad news is that it's hard for them to get through.

The good news is that the Empire has clearly run out of options in the face of a sudden counter-offensive by the army of the Infected, and this is the last resort they have to give up.

....

The army of the infected has now fully entered the north, but the formation is completely incomparable to that of a well-trained regular army.

From Kanaan City to Fulai City, to Kitawon City and even Kale City, there are sparse queues of infected people everywhere along the way, and some people have already fallen behind, and they can't even get the first order.

Not everyone is so strong in their hearts, and in the impact of war, under the stimulation of bloody and tragic blood, many people have become "machines" of the walking dead.

They don't know what the situation is now, they don't even know what the battle is going on at the front, they will just take it one step at a time, in the direction of Lennymti.

After countless siege battles, Xia Feng could no longer grasp the exact number of the current army of the infected.

At present, the number of people who can accept the command of the attack should be about 1.2 million, but the actual number of people in the rear is more than that.

It could be 1.5 million, or 2 million.

All he knew was that even if the Central Army had built a steel position in front of Lentinium with three mobile cities, the army of the infected would be constantly fighting the flames.

Even in the face of a giant meat grinder, the infected will rush forward and jam the machine with mountains of corpses.

.....

Inside the tent.

As the staunchest ally, and a brother who is friends in life and death, Silver Ash is still giving the final explanation.

Silver Ash will not forcibly change Xia Feng's subjective consciousness, all he can do is not let his brother make a choice that he will regret for the rest of his life.

"Xia Feng, have you thought about it?"

At this time, there was no one else in the tent, and Xia Feng, who was always calm in front of outsiders, finally showed his "weak" side.

He sat on the stool decadently, distracted.

"Attacking is a must, I don't have a choice."

Beneath the silver hair, Silver Gray didn't say anything comforting.

"You should have thought of this situation from the beginning."

"I thought about it."

"Then there's nothing to hesitate about."

"I'm just ....."

Xia Feng lowered his head deeply, and the light in his pupils kept flickering.

Indeed, he thought from the beginning that many people would die.

But when it really came to this day, let him give the order to let the infected charge to the death of the steel fortress built by the Central Army with flesh and blood, he still ..... 180

Compared to the summer breeze, the voice of Silver Gray was very calm.

"This is the strategy of the Empire, the shortcomings of the infected are exposed at the beginning, so even if the total number of infected people in Victoria is as high as 4 million, the Empire will still order the killing without any scruples, but this time, they didn't expect the infected to gather a counterattack."

Silver Gray straightened up, and his tall figure stood straight.

"Retreat now, the infected must leave Victoria from the south, or sooner or later they will be killed by the regrouped Imperial army, and it will not be too late. If it stops moving forward and waits for the Northern Military Region to regain its operational strength, it will face a situation of encirclement. If you attack, then ....."

"I'm not going to retreat, I'm not going to stop."

Summer Wind interrupted Silver Gray's rational analysis.

He raised his head and gritted his teeth with a grim face.

"Attack."

.....

When Xia Feng came out of the tent, the whole person had recovered into the "soul symbol" in the minds of the infected.

The army of infected people standing still could not be seen, and there was the smell of blood in the air, the wails of the wounded, and the grief of someone who had lost a loved one.

Just then, an energetic voice came from behind him.

"Lord Summerwind!"

Xia Feng turned his head and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy looking at him with awe.

The boy was quite tall, but his body was thin and skinny, and he had gauze wrapped around one of his arms, which must have been slightly injured.

But even if he was injured, his gaze at Xia Feng was still full of hope.

"Lord Xia Feng, I heard from my compatriots that a few hundred kilometers further is Lentinium, as long as we take it down, the war will end, right!"

The gloomy northern sky contrasted with the boy's hearty expression.

The summer breeze wanted to speak and stopped.

In the end, his voice was small and soft.

"Yes."

Receiving Xia Feng's affirmative answer, the boy grinned.

"Great, when the war is over, I can take my sister back to the south, and when Queen Vena is in charge of the country, the army will never expel us infected again, hehe."

Then, the boy turned happily, and on the side of the tent, he took the hand of a girl about his age.

"Lord Xia Feng said that when this battle is over, the war will be over."

"Really?"

"Of course it's true, Lord Xia Feng won't deceive people, look at my brother, I will definitely kill those hateful Central Army!"

"Yes."

This is a barracks, but the soldiers are made up of various genders, ages, and identities.

The figures of the brother and sister gradually drifted away, merging with the vast number of infected people.

Xia Feng listened to the distant voice blankly, and unconsciously, under his calm expression, his fists were already clenched.

"Hulai!"

"Yes."

"Order, let everyone replenish their food, rest well for the night, and launch a general attack on Lentinium early tomorrow morning."

"Yes!"

.....

Receiving this order, Hulai's tired face bloomed with excitement.

Subsequently, he and his brothers quickly conveyed this "inspiring" order to the millions of infected people who had gathered in the wilderness at this time.

All the infected firmly believe that this is the last battle of the revolt, and that if you attack Lentinium, the decaying empire will be overthrown.

But no one thinks about how much this battle will cost.

Or rather, they selectively ignore all the disadvantages, and until now, the infected are just blindly believing that as long as they move forward, they will definitely see the light.