On the city wall, Lu Yan single-handedly blocked most of the rift zombies, thunder roared, and purple light was everywhere.

Many people secretly looked up to see the only figure standing at the head of the wall.

Even if it is just one person, under the backdrop of this thunderstorm, there is also a sense of thickness like a city wall, which makes people involuntarily feel that they are stepping on the ground, and there is a way out behind them.

Lu Yan knew that he was now a needle in the hearts of the soldiers who resisted the zombies on the city wall, and as long as he was there, they would settle down and continue to deal with these endless zombies.

However, everyone only knew that Lu Yan was here, and no one knew the anxiety and worry in his heart.

The corner of Lu Yan's eyes has been left in the direction to the left-

There are stairs to the top of the city walls.

But after so long, none of the people he wanted to see appeared.

Qin Zhen did not appear at the top of the city wall with Mu Tang, and Qi Yang did not bring information about Lieutenant General Lu's safety.

The person he cares about the most is now nowhere to be found.

And he couldn't even get out of looking for them.

Beneath the city walls were at least five meters thick with rifts, and the charred torsos of the zombies still retained their previous movements before they turned into charcoal.

Stretched out his hands, his mouth wide open, densely stacked, and when he looked down, he could only see countless charred black arms stretching out to the sky.

It's like opening the door to the underworld, and those evil spirits who want to pull the living into hell can make people's hearts tremble uncontrollably just by looking at it.

Lu Yan could already feel the rapid flow of the energy in his body, even a good battery, and now there was only one-third of the power left.

The reason why they have survived until now is that these rift zombies have no intelligence and have fragile bones, although they have given birth to abilities, they are far less powerful than the zombies that evolve normally.

But now, it was as if they had suddenly appeared from another dimensional dimension, as if there was no end, and they were still emerging from those shadows.

It seems that this battle between abilities and zombies is coming to an end.

But Lu Yan knew that this was far more than that, they still had a fierce battle!!

Sure enough, there was a loud roar from a distant place, followed by a loud roar from all directions, as if in response!!

Almost at the same time, hundreds of squatting figures appeared on those ruins and broken walls almost at the same time!!

Unlike these sapient puppet-like rift zombies, they have the ferocious gaze of a wild beast and a sly gaze.

The hearts of the soldiers on the city wall who had just settled down immediately rose again!!

They are all people who have fought with high-level zombies, and their damage is obvious to all, and ordinary firearms and bullets are useless against these monsters!!

A curse suddenly rang out from the crowd:

",!! What kind of monster is this, and what kind of world is this?! Heh, hehehe, is it necessary to continue this futile revolt ?! Will you really survive?! ”

It was a warrior with a deep wound on his face, and his skin rolled outward along the cleft, revealing the red flesh and white bones inside.

His hands were wrapped in gauze haphazardly, and bright red blood had seeped through the gauze, staining the green military uniform.

It was just now that he was scratched by a zombie and injured his little thumb, in order not to be infected, he directly cut off the entire finger, and then bandaged it indiscriminately, and persevered until now.

Now he stood still, holding the gun and no longer moving, as if he had given up resistance.

The comrade-in-arms next to him mended a crack zombie that was still wriggling, and dragged him at the same time:

"Alert, don't do this, everyone is still working hard ......"

"Effort what?!" Before he could finish speaking, the warrior had already roared, he stretched out his finger and pointed at the high-ranking zombie squatting on the ruins not far away, and shouted:

"Have you counted how many?"

Without waiting for the other party to answer, he pointed to the rift zombies that kept climbing up the city wall:

"What about this? Have you counted?! ”

The comrades-in-arms instantly seemed to be stuck in their throats, and they couldn't say a word.

Who will count, how dare to count?!

Once counted, who has the strength to lift this gun?!

"Look at those high-level zombies, as long as one can slaughter dozens of us at will, yes, I know that Captain Lu is capable, but there are so many, can he stop it alone?! Can you let him stand alone?! ”

"To be honest, I don't even know what the point of us holding on until now, for what?!"

The comrades-in-arms were stunned by a question he asked, and said in a sneering manner:

"You, what do you say......

"Is it for ourselves?! I'm afraid that none of the people here today will survive! Is it for the base behind you? But the base has fallen, and the zombies have already eaten inside!! This wall is no longer a barrier to human survival, but an island, only us, only we are still deceiving ourselves and doing these useless efforts!! ”

Since the end of the world, the sacrificed comrades-in-arms, family members, and friends have become ruined homes, and now the living quarters that have been re-established have been destroyed.

When he saw those beasts that could only slaughter standing in front of him, not everyone was able to withstand the pressure like Lu Yan, and they were still struggling for the future.

Most of them are already emaciated and exhausted, and they don't want to go any further.

At this point, the warrior had completely collapsed, threw the rifle in his hand to the ground, drew a pistol from his waist and loaded it, aimed it at his temple, and said with a miserable laugh:

"This fucking world, this fucking life, I don't want to work harder, and I don't want to make those senseless sacrifices anymore."

His broken laughter turned into a sharp hook, breaking the tight string in everyone's hearts one by one!!

Just in a trance, his comrades watched as the soldier pulled the trigger-

"Don't!!"

"Bang-"

Sticky blood streaked through the air and splashed on the warrior's face!!

His eyes widened, his pupils constricted, and blood flowed down his face and into his eyes, staining his vision blood-red.

In a blur, he saw his teammates who were still standing behind him and guarding his back just now, and they fell down with a bang!!

Not at the hands of zombies, but at the hands of their own guns.

Such a death shook the nerves of everyone present even more than a comrade-in-arms being bitten to death by a zombie, and let the color of despair climb onto everyone's face. Figures were in the crowd, and dozens of figures silently put down the guns in their hands.

The sound of the pistol is really not obvious in the sound of rifle shooting and the roar of zombies, Lu Yan can only strangle the zombies that climb up in a large area, and he can't completely shelter all the soldiers on the city wall.

Sacrifice is inevitable.

But as if fate forcibly gave its will, it was in this piercing gunfire that Lu Yan happened to hear the sound of an unsociable pistol and the heart-rending "don't" of the soldier!!

The moment he turned his head, he saw clearly the numbness and pessimism on the faces of all the fighters, as well as exhaustion and evasion.

Some people had already put down their guns, and some even followed the example of the soldier who had just committed suicide, shaking their hands and putting the muzzle of the gun on their heads.

Why, exactly?

Why are they standing here, why are they facing this, why are they desperate, why are they desperate?!

They are not even desperate for themselves, for whom ?!

Is it just for this dress, or is it for the indelible sense of responsibility in my heart?

Lu Yan's heart sank, he knew that the worst situation had happened.

High-level zombies are eyeing each other, and everyone has no heart to resist.

But he was unwilling, and could not force the scarred men to raise their guns again, and build the walls again with their rag-like bodies.