Guo Zhun's shock at this moment was actually only a small part from the zombie siege.
More than anything, he felt regret, frustration, and heartache.
He regretted not completely annihilating Ye Fan, was frustrated that the heavy snow slowed down his troops, and heartbroken that Yan Zhihuan's forty thousand troops were considered a write-off.
He wasn't particularly afraid of the zombies, because in his view, if the Dawn Army's over ten thousand soldiers could hold off an attack from three million zombies, the seventy thousand he had deployed in Ice City, plus his returning sixty thousand main force, would ensure the zombies couldn't turn things around.
What the Dawn Army could achieve, the Liberation Army could achieve too.
But now he didn't have time. If he didn't go back, and Ice City really got breached, it would be all over.
Guo Zhun bit his teeth hard, grabbed the walkie-talkie, and gave Yan Zhihuan the final order again.
