December 23, 2024, 12:50 p.m., Utsunomiya, Japan.

The propellers of the helicopter quickly stirred up the air current, patting away a gust of fishy wind mixed with the smell of corpses, and pounced on the faces of the soldiers on all sides, and the Japanese soldiers lined up to watch the military planes printed with the Chinese flag carrying the local soldiers taking off one after another, crossing the dark traces in the sky, and the originally dry eye sockets slowly became moist.

Chinese comrades-in-arms who have not been together for a few days, I wish you all a safe journey......

They all looked up and saluted high into the sky, thinking of those figures who had fought bloodily for a few days, and the sourness and reluctance in their hearts became more and more.

Let's go...... Leaving the forbidden land of Japan, no one knows who will die in the mouth of that crow in the next moment? And Huaxia has borne enough for the sins of Japan.

"Senior Zhou Yan."

The stiff Chinese language sounded behind him, and he stopped Zhou Yan's footsteps, he looked back at the Japanese juniors who had been fighting side by side for 24 hours behind him, and his bloodstained face flashed a softness: "Saito Daisa."

It was a big boy of only about twenty, with a tall and loose posture and a young and cold face, because he was born in a family of the Japanese military department, so he sat in the position of "Dazuo" in the strict requirements of the elders early, but it is unbelievable that the status of this young man at the moment is really earned by him with blood and sweat, and there is no quick nepotism.

In the defense battle of retreating to Utsu Palace, Zhou Yan and he supported each other to resist the erosion of the zombie army, and they were both skilled special forces, and the two sides got along tacitly in the cooperation battle, and used a variety of flexible tactics that ordinary people could not imagine to pit a lot of living dead, and the two also established a deep friendship in the battle day and night.

Saito is an open-minded and studious junior, and he is willing to give full responsibility to Zhou Yan for some lack of guidance, and even once forced down many high-level protests from the military department for some of Zhou Yan's unreliable tactics.

This junior respects him, and Zhou Yan understands in his heart that the same. He also treated him like a brother and gave him some practical battlefield experience without reservation.

Treating each other honestly, life and death intersect, Zhou Yan admired this junior who was a round younger than him. Although Saito is Japanese. Some high-ranking Japanese military officials have always been wary of the Chinese soldiers, but Zhou Yan is confident that there is no possibility of making mistakes in his ability to see people.

Even if they didn't get along for a long time, every soldier in Huaxia could feel the kindness from Saito Daisa, which made the Huaxia soldiers' impression of Japan change a lot.

"Senior Zhou Yan." Saito called again, trotted two steps and stood still in front of Zhou Yan, and performed a Chinese-style military salute very decently, the young man unloaded his arms solemnly, and said solemnly in a slightly stiff voice: "Take care."

Zhou Yan smiled and raised his fist to slap the other party's shoulder, blurted out fluent Japanese, and teased with a bit of true temperament: "You too. The next time I see you kid, I hope you don't lack arms and legs."

Saito responded solemnly, silently put away the really not very good Chinese, and said ashamedly: "Senior Zhou Yan, I swear to Amaterasu. You must learn Chinese well."

"Ha......" Zhou Yan was almost amused by this kid, shouldn't he say "I must defend Japan" and "I must live up to your expectations" when he swears? How did it change the taste in this young man's mouth.

"Captain! I'll leave you behind if I don't come back! The last helicopter had begun to slowly leave the ground, and the Chinese soldiers on the plane shouted to the captain who only cared about the juniors, and their dirty faces were mixed with complicated looks, which seemed to be relieved and uncomfortable.

"Take care ......" probably remembered something, Zhou Yan's gaze was sad for a moment, but he still pulled away a bright smile. patted Saito's shoulder, and once again teased the atmosphere of cushioning the parting, "Saito, don't hang up before you marry your daughter-in-law and have cubs, otherwise you will regret it."

A wisp of pink floated on Saito's white ears, and he reached out and pressed the brim of his hat in disguise. He coughed lightly but didn't reply. It's just that his fluttering eyes told Zhou Yan that this kid was shy and couldn't stand teasing.

He smiled, and suddenly turned and ran towards the helicopter that had risen into the air, his strong legs kicking against the guardrail of the roof. Regardless of the drop of tens of meters below, Yi Gao boldly climbed through the open side door of the helicopter.

Climbing into the inner compartment of the helicopter without the slightest rustiness, he waved his hand at the stunned Japanese soldiers on the wide rooftop plane, and then followed the helicopter into the air and flew to Kyoto, China.

"Daisa Saito." An adjutant in military uniform respectfully came to Saito, who was still looking at the sky in a daze, and cautiously approached the young military department Osa, his tone full of puzzlement, "Osa ...... Why don't you tell Colonel Zhou Yan about the situation in Utsunomiya? Keeping them behind is a great help."

When Saito heard this, his face suddenly sank, and even his voice became extremely cold: "My predecessors have done enough for Japan, and they have lost nearly half of their personal guards in the bloody battle in the past few days, what face do I have to ask them to stay here any longer!" Is it true that if they are all buried here, will the superiors be willing?"

His finger bones crackled with anger, and his momentum was so strong that he couldn't be argued: "Huaxia doesn't owe us anything, and even always helps us clean up the mess. The sins of the right-wing should be put an end to by Japan itself! "

"But......" The adjutant hesitated for a long time before he said, "Dazuo, how should you explain to your superiors the matter of forcibly relegating the Chinese soldiers under the pretense of the order of the military department?"

He couldn't believe that this young Dazuo would actually rush to attack the military headquarters. [,！ He insisted on helping Huaxia and took his own private army to send the Chinese soldiers away safely, and this kind of behavior of leading the troops to "rebel" under the pretense of the order of his superiors was enough to make those opposing forces on weekdays give Dazuo a death sentence of "seppuku apology".

When I think of the pickled instructions of the military department's top brass in the open and secret, even if it is as cold as Saito, I can't help but be annoyed: "I'll explain it myself to the high-level officials!" Don't worry, at the critical moment of the war, they won't let me die to atone for my crimes, but those hateful guys with bad intentions should really clean up! "

Cowering behind the Chinese soldiers, enjoying the opportunity to survive given by others and not knowing gratitude, but intensifying his calculations and benefactors and complacency, Saito, who graduated from Germany's highest military academy, really couldn't understand the thoughts and actions of some Japanese sergeants.

pedantic, cowardly, inferior, insidious, evasive from responsibility...... It is no wonder that it has been oppressed by the right-wing forces of Japan's foreign power and middle cadres for so long and has not been able to turn over, and the factions of the Japanese military department should really plan and plan, otherwise, the military department, which only knows about political struggles all day long, will sooner or later drag the whole of Japan into hell.

The adjutant looked at the young but extremely dignified expression of his superior, and thought of the sacrifices made by the Chinese soldiers after they came to the land of Japan, and he couldn't help but be speechless.

After a long time, until there was no small black spot in the sky, he closed his eyes, sighed senilely and said, "Saito Daisa, the ninth wave of zombies is approaching, and it will arrive in about half an hour."

The shape of Utsunomiya is not completely stable, and it is even full of various unknown dangers. Although the previous Eight Ravens were still entrenched in the ruins of the Yasukuni Shrine and had not moved, everyone had no doubt that it would kill again after resting.

Japan's forces are gradually decreasing, and the number of weapons is almost out, under such a disadvantage, Osa sent away the Chinese soldiers strongly, and it is not difficult for anyone to find out his purpose, but he does not want his beloved predecessors to be buried with Japan.

Saito Daisa, who is only twenty years old, does not even have an heir in line, is he going to die in this battle?

The adjutant looked at the young man who was forming the group, and there was a hint of determination and sigh in his eyes. He'd been Saito's kid's lieutenant for three years, and he couldn't watch him bend on the battlefield, and if necessary, he would ......

At the same time, on the helicopter that was flying to Huaxia, several recruits fumbled with bloody guns, their faces heavy. The atmosphere inside the plane was somewhat oppressive, mixed with the desire to return home and the panic of facing the crisis head-on.

Panic, the moment I was afraid to go back, I heard the news that my family was long gone......

Zhou Yan clenched his fists, took a deep breath, and shifted his gaze from the clear outline of Japan's territory behind him, secretly praying in his heart for the safety of his family.

Qingli, son...... Please be alive, live well!

Twelve years ago, he had already lost his eldest brother Chengyu and eldest sister Qinyin, and he couldn't afford to lose someone important again no matter what......

Around five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky will be dark, and the winter days are always unusually short, and in the city of S, far away from Kyoto, an extreme transformation is unfolding at the entrance of the police station in the center of the city.

The cocoon of the flesh in the pit of the street faded its tender color layer by layer, as if its vitality had been sucked by the "fetus" inside, its agile tentacles began to shrink, and the smooth flesh sac became folded, and after a while, its outward stretch gradually turned into a charred black as carbon, and decayed into ash inch by inch.

The bitter cold wind blew through the dust, easily carrying away the rotten limbs that did not retain any nutrients, and turned into black debris floating in the sky, and they were all eerie, like the god of death in the sky.

The carapace peels off layer by layer, as if carving the embryonic body of beautiful jade, carefully removing the outline of the inside, and then fading away the surrounding slag, revealing the warmth and purity of the inside.

Powerful vitality permeates this area, but with a strange coercion, it suppresses the movement of the zombie hordes watching from a distance until the evolution is complete.

"Huh? That's ......" Tian Hongyi's godless eyes widened, and he grew up in surprise and shouted against the window, "Alas! Yun Mo has broken his shell! Hurry up and come and see! "

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