Private Xiao Hai is 18 years old this year, and he was a soldier last year, and he is still two months away from being promoted to senior soldier.

If he hadn't entered the barracks, eighteen-year-old Xiao Hai would still be a teenager living under the wings of his parents, and now he has to face the problem of life and death alone.

After the cataclysmic explosion, Xiao Hai relied on the 95 automatic rifle in his hand, and he didn't know how many zombies he had shot.

Every zombie Xiao Hai shot was dozens of meters away from him, and the moment the little zombie came out of the trunk, the distance between the two was less than a meter, which was the closest he got to a zombie since tonight.

Close enough to see not only the cracks of the zombie's skin after drying, but also the cobweb-like filaments in the zombie's white pupils.

Like another comrade-in-arms of the same age, Li Dongzai, Xiao Hai's mind was blank at this moment, and he didn't notice the squad leader's retreat order at all, and the two of them pulled the trigger in unison.

Ten minutes after the outbreak of the catastrophe, the central government urgently activated the wartime state, and at the beginning, Xiao Hai's battalion went to the crowded point in the old city to annihilate the zombies with the police. In the early days, the zombies were not strong in combat, and under the strangulation of the army's guns, the spread trend was controlled, but with the appearance of monsters, the defense line quickly collapsed.

Xiao Hai's troops, together with the government's emergency headquarters, fought and retreated with the evacuated people along the way, and finally fled to the Dawang Reservoir, where they either killed zombies or were killed along the way. Xiao Hai felt that no war in history was as tragic as tonight, although he had not experienced the war between people in the traditional sense.

Ordinary communications are all cut off, the military situation is urgent, and it is impossible for the satellite phone of the interstellar command to be used by a private, and even if it is used, it is impossible to contact his family members who do not have a satellite phone. Xiao Hai threw himself into this war against unknown forces, forcing himself not to worry about the safety of his parents, he wanted to convince himself that his parents were alive and safe.

His parents are still there, and he has the motivation to continue fighting. After shooting a few zombies, Xiao Hai found that the end times were actually like that, just like the novels he read before joining the army. Xiao Hai, who was becoming more and more confident in his combat effectiveness, had a thought, and he wanted to wait for the situation to stabilize and see an opportunity to leave the army and return to his hometown.

It wasn't until this little zombie came out of the trunk of the Land Rover and bit a person to death in front of him at a distance of less than a meter, and blood splattered on his face, that Xiao Hai realized that he thought about the end of the world too simple and thought of himself too strong.

After shooting a shuttle of bullets, Xiao Hai calmed down, looking at this aunt who was caring for her son, Xiao Hai thought of her mother who was about the same age as her.

Is that Hu Jian's fisherman woman standing on the seashore, looking at the land of Qilu that she can't see at all, waiting for her son in the military camp to be hired as soon as possible.

While being bitten and strafed by an automatic rifle, my aunt was in pain before she died.

"Xiao Hai, retreat!"

Li Dong came to his senses earlier than Xiao Hai, and when he withdrew, he saw that he was still in a daze, so he hurriedly reminded him.

Xiao Hairen stood on the inside of the dense traffic, there were cars next to him, the exit was blocked by zombies, and when he took a step back, he was stopped by a strange black van that was in tatters, and he couldn't retreat outside like Li Dongzai, so he had to squeeze into the gap between the black car and another sedan.

There were two men and one woman sitting in the black car, and the two men sat together in a very ashamed posture.

Curiosity killed the cat, Xiao Hai looked at the kung fu of the three people in the car, and the old lady of the Hu family shouted for the little B cub, and she had already pounced on him.

Xiao Hai knew that even if the aunt was not shot and killed by him, she would not live for a few minutes, and sooner or later she would turn into a zombie, and the old lady didn't seem to know, so he wanted to explain it.

The old lady knew that it didn't matter if she didn't know, she just didn't listen to the explanation, and continued to pounce with red eyes. Xiao Hai dodged the past, but the 95 rifle did not dodge, and the old lady pulled up the rifle in Xiao Hai's hand and put it on her forehead.

Xiao Hai panicked.

He saw that the little zombie was coming at him, and there were no bullets in his rifle to defend against the enemy.

If it weren't for the old lady dragging the head of the gun with both hands, he might have changed the magazine faster and then raised the gun to shoot the zombies.

It's a pity that the old lady just didn't let him change the magazine properly, and finally she was ridden on her back by the little zombie, and the back of her neck was bitten by one.

"Songsong, bite them, bite them quickly, and avenge your mother." Xiao Hai heard the old lady speak again.

This is the last sentence the old lady spoke fluently in Chinese, and the next sentence contains a lot of grunts and gurgles, and Xiao Hai knows that these are the "languages" of zombies. He couldn't wait any longer, the head of the gun was still pinched by the old lady, and he had to solve this problem first, this time Xiao Hai was not so panicked, and fired a shot steadily.

"Smack!" Red and white objects emerged from the wound on the old lady's head, and another zombie was nipped in the bud.

"Gah! Ga! The little zombie let out a new scream, and the rapid cry showed that it was angry now.

The reason why the little zombie was angry was obviously not that his grandmother was killed, but that the host's grandmother was just a food for it, and it was a food with a scarce spiritual source and not very tasty. It's the most annoying to be disturbed when eating, and it just so happens that the food in front of me looks much fresher, so it's better to change the menu.

The old lady's body fell softly, and the zombie put down the completely lifeless old lady, jumped up on the corpse, and rushed towards Xiao Hai.

Xiao Hai made a mistake, and the old lady was still holding his rifle tightly before she died, and brought the muzzle of the gun down when she fell. The little zombie jumped from top to bottom, and it was obviously too late to raise the muzzle of the gun to scare the zombie at this time.

Because there were people in the surrounding cars and there was no suitable direction for shooting, when the little zombie pounced on the old lady of the Hu family, the sergeant and other soldiers each found an angle and fired several shots, but they didn't hit the zombie's head.

The zombie felt no pain, and bullets hitting other parts did not slow it down.

As a result, the people present could only watch as the zombies bit the old lady to death, and then threw themselves on Xiao Hai's head.

"It's a long life! Shandong people also eat Hu Jianren! Xiao Hai closed his eyes and wrote an inexplicable last word in his heart.

Hey, why aren't you dead yet? What about zombies?

Two or three seconds later, Xiao Hai found that he hadn't lost a single hair.

"Whew!" The zombie cried out cooperatively, sounding inexplicably miserable.

Xiao Hai cautiously opened his eyes, only to see the zombie hovering in mid-air, scratching his face with both hands, because his hands were short, just a dozen centimeters away from his head.

What's going on? Where did the gods descend and set the zombies in the air?

No, no.

Xiao Hai shook his head, he was a Marxist atheist, a great god where did he come from.

Looking down the zombie's body, he saw a metal stick reaching from the side, sticking it from the bottom up from the zombie's chest, skewering it on top like a sugar gourd.