"Defend the family and the land, until death!" ―――――――――― many years later, Yang Chen shouted the words at the "Memorial Ceremony".

In the bunker, the sound of zombie birds flapping their wings could already be clearly heard. The piercing screams made cold sweat break out on everyone's heads.

Motionless, even breathing is put to the slowest level. For fear of attracting the attention of even one zombie bird.

The top of the bunker was sturdy, and it was made of thick wood covered with mud. But the front firing port is not good, many places are simply covered with wooden boards, and even many places are stuffed with clothes.

It's good that the zombie bird doesn't find it, once the hidden crowd is found, this thin wooden board and clothes will definitely not stop the zombie bird's crazy rush.

Drops of cold sweat dripped from Yang Chen's forehead, and he swore that if he could even stock or go back, no matter how big the price was, he would destroy the zombie bird first. These killers flying in the sky are truly terrifying!

Suddenly, Yang Chen felt that someone next to him was pulling him, and when he looked back, it turned out to be a soldier from the Information Department who was in charge of a laptop.

Yang Chen gestured, "Shhh, don't move." ”

The soldier looked at Yang Chen anxiously, opened his mouth silently, and then pointed to the computer.

Yang Chen just saw the screen of the computer, and his whole head was stunned.

"Grass! How so? Yang Chen panicked in his heart.

As the Ministry of Information of Lanzhou becomes more and more perfect, the real-time map twice a day in the morning and evening has become and now the real-time map shows the second zombie warning.

To the south of them, about 10 hordes of zombies were heading here. In addition to a few thousand zombie groups, there were also several zombie groups of more than 5,000 zombies, and what made Yang Chen panic was that a group of tens of thousands of zombies in the north was also rushing towards this side. The position in the morning was still more than ten kilometers away from Yang Chen and them, and now it was less than ten kilometers. And the nearest zombie horde will arrive in another hour at most.

What to do? What to do?

Yang Chen looked at the electronic map in a daze, his mind was blank.

It seemed that a long time had passed, and Yang Chen's face was more determined. Quietly looked through the observation hole and looked outside. The zombie birds that flew over did not find Yang Chen and them hiding on the hillside, but flew to the valley and fought with those zombies for the flesh and blood on the ground.

Scratching his head, Yang Chen remembered a fragment in a biochemical apocalyptic novel, how similar it was to the current situation. "Alright! Just use the ploy above. ”

"I'm Yang Chen, the commander of the 2nd company is speaking."

"I'm Zhang Xuan, the commander of the 2nd Company."

Yang Chen took a deep breath, and then said slowly: "Order the 2nd Company to pick out a daredevil, and dismantle the silencer on the silencer. Utensil. Ten minutes later, lure the zombie birds south! ”

There was silence in the headphones, and after a few seconds, Zhang Xuan struggled to spit out a word, "Yes!" ”

There was no one to speak, because Yang Chen was on a public channel that could be heard by all the team members, and all the soldiers heard his order. Not only the soldiers, but Yang Chen's heart was also twitching. Ci is not in charge of the army, in order for more people to survive, only someone can sacrifice. The 2nd Company 2nd Squad was closest to the place where the motorcycles were placed, so they had to be sent out by their squad.

The order was given, and there was silence in the bunker of Team 2.

Zhao Mo, the leader of the 2nd team, looked at the nine team members around him. Slowly picked up a bullet case, then took out a dagger, and carved a × character on it.

Needless to say, everyone else understands that this is a lottery, and one out of 20 is chosen.

Then, Zhao Mo picked up another 19 bullet shells, reached out and took them out, mixed a handful of soil, and put the ten bullet shells in.

"Life and death! Wealth in the sky! Zhao Mo whispered, and then closed his eyes and took out one from it.

The people next to each other looked at each other and each took a bullet casing inside.

Most of them quietly breathed a sigh of relief, but one of them crouched in the bunker with a pale face.

"Xiaomin!" Sun Haishan sighed, and a wry smile broke out in his heart.

Xiaomin is only 19 years old, but he is very talented in all aspects, and he has been praised by instructor Zhang Nanxi. But now......

Zhao Mo wanted to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say a word.

This time it was really ten deaths, they finally survived from the zombies' mouths, but now they could only watch Xiaomin die.

"I" Xiaomin bit his lip, die? Who isn't afraid?

The other warriors looked at Xiaoming and waited for him.

"I'll take his place!"

A sudden sentence made the warriors look at the person who spoke.

"He's still young, besides, I'm alone, and I've lived enough." Hearing this, Xiaomin only felt a sour feeling in his nose. The person who spoke was a warrior named Wang Gen, who was almost 45 years old, and he was usually very kind to people, and everyone loved him very much and called him Uncle Gen. But now, he will never be seen again.

Uncle Gen only holds a Phillips screwdriver and a grenade in his hands. bomb, quietly touched a col only a dozen meters away from the bunker. Picked one of the oldest motorcycles and quickly removed the muffler. Utensil. Throw away the screwdriver and step on the motorcycle.

"Xiao Minzi, remember to avenge me! Also, remember to give me some sake every year! ”

Uncle Gen shouted with all his might, then kicked violently, and the motorcycle made a loud noise, and quickly walked south along the mountain road.

And the zombie birds in the valley flew up, screaming, circling, and chasing in the direction of Uncle Gen.

"Defend your home and land! Death! Holy shit, just come on! Hahahaha~~"

Uncle Gen, who is usually amiable and good at drinking, seemed to return to his youth at this moment, and the blood in his heart boiled. Spirited, fearless!

"Defend the family and the land, until death!"

The sound of the roaring engine can't hide the slogan that Uncle Gen shouted with his life.

The sound of curling voices continued to echo in the valley, and everyone clenched their fists. Especially Xiaomin, who was about to break his fist, and his face was full of tears.

The motorcycle is getting faster and faster, and the roar of the engine is getting farther and farther away. A speeding motorcycle is no slower than a zombie bird in the sky.

"Poof!"

One of the fastest zombie birds tore off a piece of meat from Uncle Gen's back. But Uncle Gen was just trembling, ignoring it at all, letting the blood flow, just driving forward, moving forward!

After all, a mountain road is a mountain road, and there are many twists and turns. There are more and more zombie birds catching up, and Uncle Gen has long lost his human appearance. There was no good piece of meat on his back, one eye had been scratched and blinded, and the broken eyeball was hanging from his face. On the arm... On the thighs...

Red blood, flowing down the motorcycle, fell on the land drop by drop.

"I will take my life to restore my homeland!"

The sound of the roaring engine can't hide the slogan that Uncle Gen shouted with his life.

The sound of curling voices continued to echo in the valley, and everyone clenched their fists. Especially the little third son, he was about to break his fist, and his face was full of tears.

The motorcycle is getting faster and faster, and the roar of the engine is getting farther and farther away. A speeding motorcycle is no slower than a zombie bird in the sky.

"Poof!"

One of the fastest zombie birds tore off a piece of meat from Uncle Gen's back. But Uncle Gen was just trembling, ignoring it at all, letting the blood flow, just driving forward, moving forward!

After all, a mountain road is a mountain road, and there are many twists and turns. There are more and more zombie birds catching up, and Uncle Gen has long lost his human appearance. There was no good meat on his back, and he had several holes in his head. One eye had been scratched blind, and the broken eyeball was hanging from his face. On the arm... On the thighs...

Red blood, flowing down the motorcycle, fell on the land drop by drop.

Using the only remaining eye, Uncle Gen turned onto a highway with difficulty. The body is getting more and more cold-blooded. Now Uncle Gen doesn't even have the strength to shout, but he didn't fall down, and with unimaginable perseverance, he firmly grasped the motorcycle.

"As long as I have one breath, I won't stop!"

Uncle Gen shouted in his heart, he knew that as long as he held on for one more minute, the comrades-in-arms behind him would have more hope of survival.

The roar of motorcycles, the shouts of zombie birds. One after the other, along the highway towards the south farther and farther away. I can't hear what I'm subtracting.

And Yang Chen stood up with tears streaming down his face, and used all his strength to knock out the remaining zombies in the valley one by one.

"Salute Uncle Gen!"

On the top of the two rows of hills, more than 100 soldiers of the Huaxia Army are like poplar trees, standing tall and saluting the military salute.

Defend your family and land until you die!

Uncle Gen did it, and he fulfilled his vow with his life!