Zombolution: Unleash the Undying Power

Chapter 24: Attacking Green Eagle Group

Zorvax sat across from Viktor, his concealed figure poised attentively as he said, "So, you've decided to attack them now."

Viktor's response was straightforward, his voice tinged with determination, "They are the ones who started this, Zorvax, by killing my general. It's time we show them that we won't be pushed around."

Zorvax nodded in understanding, recognizing the need for retaliation. The group couldn't afford to appear weak in the face of such aggression. "Do you believe we can win?" Zorvax asked, his voice low but resolute.

Viktor's gaze locked onto Zorvax, a glint of confidence in his eyes as he pointed directly at him. "We will win," he declared, his voice unwavering, "We have you, after all."

A small, concealed smile spread across Zorvax's face. He felt a surge of belonging and purpose, knowing that his unique abilities were valued. "When will we move?" Zorvax inquired, eager to get to work.

Viktor leaned back in his chair, contemplating the question. "We'll go shortly later," he responded, "We need to ensure everyone is prepared and our strategy is solid. The element of surprise will be our advantage."

Nodding in agreement, Zorvax rose from his seat and left Viktor's room, his thoughts filled with purpose. As he exited, he could feel the anticipation building among the survivors. The weight of their mission was not lost on him.

At the base of the Green Eagle group, guards milled about, keeping watch over the camp as they chatted amongst themselves. The atmosphere was relaxed, with a sense of victory in the air. The news of their leader's successful attack on the Red Shark group had spread like wildfire, and the guards were eager to discuss the recent events.

One guard, clad in a tattered camouflage jacket, leaned against a makeshift wooden fence, his eyes scanning the horizon. He turned to his fellow guard and remarked, "That attack on the Red Shark group was a bold move, wasn't it?"

His comrade, a burly man with a scruffy beard, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it was. The Red Sharks must be in chaos right now, losing their general and all."

The first guard chuckled, scratching his head beneath his tattered cap. "Can you imagine the confusion over there? Without a leader, they must be all over the place."

The burly guard shrugged, his expression nonchalant. "It's the way things go in these times. Survival of the fittest, right?"

As they continued to chat, a group of guards nearby overheard the conversation and joined in. One of them, a wiry woman with a determined look, said, "Well, you know what this means, right? We'll be attacking the Red Shark group soon, taking their food supplies and whatever else we can grab."

The others nodded in agreement. It was a conversation that had been brewing for some time. The recent victory had emboldened them, and they saw an opportunity to capitalize on the chaos in the Red Shark group.

A young guard, barely out of his teens, spoke up eagerly, "I heard we're planning the attack for tomorrow. They won't see it coming."

The group of guards exchanged knowing glances, and the wiry woman said, "Good. We need to make the most of this situation. The Red Sharks won't be able to put up much of a fight without their general."

The conversation continued, with the guards discussing logistics and strategies for the upcoming raid on the Red Shark group. They spoke with a sense of practicality, their focus on acquiring valuable resources to secure the survival of their own group.

Amid the discussions among the Green Eagle guards about their impending attack on the weakened Red Shark group, a sudden disruption shattered the calm. Without warning, a flaming ball streaked across the sky and descended upon their camp, sending shockwaves through their ranks.

The guards scrambled as they saw the fiery projectile hurtling toward their base, their expressions a mix of disbelief and fear. One of the guards, a grizzled man with a scarred face, exclaimed in shock, "What the...? We're under attack!"

Curses and alarmed shouts erupted from the guards as they realized the dire situation they were in. The camp descended into chaos, with guards running to put out fires and others desperately searching for cover.

Meanwhile, Viktor, hidden among a rocky outcrop overlooking the Green Eagle group's camp, couldn't help but smile as he witnessed the chaos he had orchestrated. He muttered to himself, "They shouldn't know about us attacking now."

Viktor approached a massive boulder that had been drenched in oil, his palm ablaze with fiery energy. With the help of Zorvax's strength, he hurled the flaming boulder toward the heart of the Green Eagle group's camp.

As the boulder soared through the air, Viktor called out to his people who were hiding nearby, "Now's our chance! Attack them, don't let them belittle us!"

His people, emboldened by the surprise attack, let out a resounding cheer and charged forward, ready to capitalize on the confusion that had engulfed the Green Eagle camp.

Among the survivors, conversations were filled with determination. "This is our moment; let's show them what we're made of!" one exclaimed.

Another, her face etched with determination, added, "They won't know what hit them. We're taking back what's rightfully ours!"

As the Green Eagle guards continued to struggle with the fiery chaos in their camp, the survivors executed their well-planned attack with precision. The surprise assault had disrupted the enemy's defenses, allowing the survivors to gain the upper hand and press their advantage.

As the battle between the Red Shark survivors and the Green Eagle guards unfolded, Viktor stood near the front lines, his face determined. Amidst the chaos, he turned to one of his fellow survivors and declared, "This is our chance to get revenge on the Green Eagle for what they did to our general. We won't let them get away with it."

His comrade nodded in agreement, "Absolutely, Viktor. They won't forget this."

With his eyes fixed on the mayhem in the Green Eagle camp, Viktor's voice carried a note of determination, "We're not just avenging our general. We're securing our future. With their supplies, we can sustain our group for a long time."

His words resonated with the survivors, who had been living on the edge of scarcity for far too long. The prospect of acquiring much-needed resources motivated them to push forward, even as the Green Eagle guards fought fiercely to defend their camp.