Peeping Tom?

"This is a very serious issue."

Simon stood on a high point of ruins, with a pipe in his mouth and his hands behind his back, his brows furrowed.

"Yeah~ According to the analysis of the world chat channel information today, it is very likely that the more people there are, the larger the zombie wave they suffer. The stronger the individual, the same."

Robert stood next to him, looking at the wounded and bruised soldiers around him, with one hand on his chest and one hand pinching his nose bone, obviously a little melancholy.

"Has it been counted? How many zombies attacked us yesterday?"

"It has been counted. There were a total of 3140 common zombies and mutant creatures and a total of 51 elite zombies and mutant creatures. Some of the elites were very powerful. Most of the warriors we lost and injured were injured by these elites."

"What about our casualties?"