Regressed with Omnipotent AI on Zombie Apocalypse-Chapter 183: Leading The Charge

Once on the ground, these three-meter-tall machines of destruction wasted no time. Alongside the mechanical dogs, they began systematically clearing the remaining defenses of the Nunavut base. Micro-missiles streaked through the sky, exploding in rapid succession. The roar of heavy machine gun fire echoed without pause, creating a deafening symphony of destruction.

Unlike the Fearless Warriors, whose power lay in their close-quarters combat, the mechanical legions specialized in raw firepower. Against the outmatched soldiers of the base, it was a one-sided massacre. Pinned down by the relentless assault, the defenders couldn't even lift their heads.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A group of Vanguard soldiers huddled behind a crumbling bunker, flinching as bullets and debris rained down around them. Outside, several mechanical dogs kept up a relentless barrage, their heavy rounds chipping away at the reinforced concrete. "The targets are hiding in the bunker! Switching to armor-piercing rounds!" Before the mechanical dogs could fire, a nearby Terror Spider raised its mechanical arm. Two micro-missiles launched from its integrated launcher, streaking through the air in a sharp arc.

Boom! Boom!

The missiles bypassed the bunker's front and detonated from above, turning the soldiers hiding behind it into a mess of shredded flesh and scattered limbs. The Nunavut defenders weren't completely helpless. Though the Vanguard soldiers' rifles couldn't penetrate the Fearless Warriors' power armor with a single shot, they were devastating against the lighter-armored units.

Mechanical dogs, in particular, were highly vulnerable. A single well-placed shot could punch through their thin alloy plating, and two or three shots to a critical area could take one down completely.

Even the Terror Spiders, though better armored, weren't invincible. Their mass-produced design meant they couldn't withstand sustained fire from the strange biomechanical rifles wielded by the Vanguard soldiers. But the relentless advance of the Fearless Warriors and the suppressive fire of the mechanical legions left the defenders with little chance to fight back. Most soldiers cowered behind cover, too terrified to raise their heads.

"Armor-piercing rounds equipped." The mechanical dogs and Terror Spiders switched their ammunition, and the tide of battle shifted again.

Brrrrrt!

A barrage of heavy machine gun fire ripped through the bunkers, turning the once-sturdy walls into swiss cheese. The soldiers hiding behind them fared no better, shredded along with their last defenses."Sir! The front line is collapsing!"

The grim report reached the command room. Victor slammed his fists on the table, his face twisted in rage. "Abandon the perimeter defenses!" he barked. "Draw them into the residential zone! Deploy the shifters for urban combat!"

As his orders went out, the remaining defenders on the high walls were effectively abandoned. The sound of gunfire on the front lines lasted only another ten seconds before fading into eerie silence. The high walls, once manned by thousands of soldiers, were now nothing but smoldering ruins. The reinforced concrete lay in rubble, with entire sections blown apart. Blood and mangled bodies littered the area, the thick stench of death mingling with the smoke. The devastation quickly spread panic to the residential zone.

Inside the chaotic survivor camp, panic erupted. Screams. Crying. Shouts. People scrambled to escape, some trying to steal supplies in the chaos. The area descended into utter bedlam. Among the chaos, dozens of shifters—tattooed with animalistic patterns—melted into the crowd, using the chaos as cover to position themselves within the dense, maze-like structures.

"What's this? A street fight?" Zack, observing the unfolding scene through Aegis's panoramic window, chuckled coldly.

"They think I'll hold back because of the survivors?" he sneered. "Ego, shatter their little fantasy."

"Understood, sir," Ego replied. At the command, the mechanical legions and Fearless Warriors shifted their focus, advancing into the residential zone.

Leading the charge were the mechanical dogs, equipped with advanced life scanners capable of detecting armed targets through walls and buildings. "Sector 11! Two armed targets detected in the building!" The lead mechanical dog locked onto its targets. Its autocannon swiveled, spitting tungsten-core armor-piercing rounds that tore through the walls like paper.

Inside, the armed soldiers didn't even have time to scream before they were cut down. "Sector cleared. Advancing," came the emotionless report. The mechanical legions pressed further into the residential zone. Buildings that blocked their path were bulldozed without hesitation, tents and shacks crushed underfoot.

Vanguard and Mutant Defense soldiers hiding in the structures stood no chance. Their positions were discovered and eliminated before they could even fire a shot.

"Run!"

"They're shooting through walls!"

The sound of bullets and explosions created an atmosphere of pure terror. Survivors fled in every direction, their panic adding to the chaos. The residential area was in complete disarray.

In the chaotic residential area, survival instincts took over. Supplies and valuables were forgotten. Women, men, children—everyone ran like headless chickens, darting through the mess of tents and makeshift homes, their panicked screams echoing through the air.

Amid the chaos, some unfortunate souls stumbled directly into the path of the advancing mechanical army.

"Ahhhhhh!"

The sight of a four-meter-tall Fearless Warrior froze them in their tracks. They collapsed to the ground, paralyzed by fear, their trembling bodies drenched in cold sweat. But the warriors and mechanical legions ignored them completely, their heavy steps thundering past.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

The sound of the Fearless Warriors and Terror Spiders marching through the streets felt like a drumbeat hammering against the survivors' chests. Each step made their hearts pound harder. When the machines had passed, the terrified civilians let out shaky breaths of relief. Many were left drenched in sweat, and a few even had wet pants, the acrid smell of fear filling the air. Still, not everyone was willing to cower. Among the bolder survivors, a few picked up whatever weapons they could find, determined to fight back.

One of them was a burly man with a beer belly, gripping a shotgun in one hand and a grenade in the other. Crouched by a window, he listened intently to the heavy footsteps growing louder outside. "Sector 07. Armed target detected. Engage," came the cold, mechanical voice of a nearby mechanical dog. Before the man could make his move, the dog's mounted heavy machine gun locked onto the building.

Click. Click. Click.

The gun roared to life, riddling the walls with bullet holes the size of dinner plates. Inside, the burly man's face twisted in shock as several rounds tore through his body, leaving gaping wounds. He crumpled to the ground, his shotgun slipping from his hand.

"Papa! Papa!" A boy, no older than ten, rushed to the man's side, his tear-filled cries cutting through the air. He knelt over his father's lifeless body, trembling with grief.

Through the window, he spotted the mechanical dog outside, its emotionless sensors scanning for new threats. In a surge of rage, the boy grabbed the bloodstained shotgun and pointed it at the machine. But before he could pull the trigger, an armor-piercing bullet ripped through the wall, piercing his skull. "Target neutralized," the mechanical dog reported coldly. Smoke drifted from its gun barrel as it resumed its advance.

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