burst

Another mouthful of blood, 9527's body finally couldn't support it, and collapsed, and as the knife in his body was withdrawn, his body twitched again.

'Hey, hey, another idiot. '

Teasingly, the man kicked 9527's body right with his foot, looked at his underwear, and let out another sneer.

''Ouch, that's rare, A?' ,It's been a year and I've just woken up.,I said it's so hard to kill a zombie.''

As he spoke, he picked up the flipped can

9527's head tilted over, his eyes dilated and stared at the man's face, trying to speak, but his throat, which was overflowing with blood, could not speak

''Oh, young man, don't look at it, it's good that you met me, I'm not like them, and I have fun when I meet someone as kind as me.''

As he spoke, he tore open the package of the can, licked it a few times, and then swallowed it with his head up.

''Ha, comfortable, canned tuna, this thing is scarce now, okay, just give you a good time, don't thank me too much''

As he spoke, he threw the empty shell in 9527's face, then pulled out the knife stuck in the ground, played a few times in the air for self-amusement, and then wiped it off 9527's neck.

For a moment, there was no pain, no screaming, just lying there calmly, feeling the liquid spilling out of his neck and soaking the lawn beneath him.

In the haze, everything returned to calm, as if placed in the universe, a darkness, endless darkness,,,,

In this deep darkness, 9527 seemed to see something, vague and real.

It was a world of artillery fire, a world of despair, endless zombies, besieging a red city wall, and in the middle of the city wall, a figure oil painting was particularly eye-catching, as if giving confidence and comfort to the people who were fighting

Under the city wall, there is the Great Wall composed of tanks, steel barriers, seemingly impregnable, dense crowds, using tanks as cover, erecting a machine gun, and behind them are countless ammunition boxes and supplies.

Inside the city wall, there was the only remaining artillery position, because the space was narrow, the cannon bodies were all crowded together, and the soldiers of those artillery units had already been shocked to the point that their ears were bleeding, but they were still constantly loading ammunition

Whistling through the sky were the few remaining J-28s, soaring in the sky, tumbling, and fighting flying zombies, their exquisite skills, as if they were performing, performing on this last human stage.

A few men in suits on the city wall were standing near the battlements at this time, watching all this, looking at this last position, the last territory.

The words of Mr. President were constantly played on the radio: "Citizens, please listen to me, the last twilight has fallen, the earth is burning, humanity is being devoured, we are the only ones left to fight against the night, if this day is our end, let us unite,,,,,

,,, the last survivors! By your side are our last remaining compatriots... Trust each other and work together! Let our final blow burn into a dazzling memory, so that history will be remembered forever! We, country Z, fought to the last moment, and country Z is immortal!!