The glimmer of the morning sun rose.
The actions of the zombies began to slow down. In the sun, it seemed to be caught in a seal. The bloodthirsty fierce light began to fade, and it was replaced by a godless sluggishness.
When the sun rises, the soldiers stationed on the wall are almost bursting with tears of excitement.
The bayonet was inserted with a rifle, and the soldiers roared, burning the last hungry physical strength, running through the throat of the zombies who climbed the wall, using their butts to smash their brains and use their feet to smash them down the wall.
Although the corpse is still slowly moving toward the wall, the offensive has obviously reached the end of the strong, the zombies in the back have stopped, only the zombies in front are still instinctively driven, moving the pace.
Finally, at the moment of dawn, the last zombie who climbed the wall was pierced by a bayonet and fell weakly on the concrete wall.
Almost at the same time, behind the frontline soldiers, the third line of defense was finally completed. The wall is 15 meters higher than the second wall. Although it is not as sturdy as the giant wall, it is enough to make the peaceful street tonight safe.
Looking at the dawn of the sun rising, Han Junhua immediately ordered.
"Let the soldiers withdraw from the front line, the logistics will continue to cook, and the fighters will continue to attack the zombies near the wall..."
At this time, a communications soldier ran in from outside the military camp.
Looking at the door, Han Junhua asked.
"what's up?"
"The news from the No. 0 subway line is the command of the Marshal."
The commander took a military ceremony and conveyed Jiang Chen’s order to Han Junhua.
After listening to it, Han Junhua nodded and motioned that he could go on.
With her arms around her chest and looking down for a moment, she reached out and pressed her hand on the headset.
“Extracted 500 engineers to Line 0 and took all the engineering robots.”
"……understand!"
After the last order was issued, Han Junhua let out a sigh of relief, reached out and closed the holographic screen, and sat back on the chair.
This night, she barely stopped for a moment, and directed the two-line battlefield on the ground and on the ground.
Now, her energy is almost at the limit.
Kneeling on the table, the cold cheeks gradually softened, and only when she fell asleep, showed such an unsuspecting expression.
The hair slipped on the thin, stiff shoulders, and she gently moved her nose and put her face in her arms.
The thin lips muttered a little, and then slowly relaxed with the drowsiness.
"It's okay..."
......
Carrying a heavy body to remove from the wall, through the third line of defense back to Ping An Street, everyone's face is full of exhaustion. Clothes that are covered with dust and blood, can't seem to be awkward.
But after all, they won, although winning is very difficult.
Many people's shoulders have been severely swollen. Even with the protection of the exoskeleton, the battle for one night has brought their physical and mental strength to the limit. Especially this kind of battle with zombies, unless the commander ordered the dumping of fuel, there is no chance at all.
Pulling the bayonet out of the hot barrel, the exhausted soldiers passed through the wall of the third line of defense and sat down on the ground, no longer able to take a step.
The logistical company set up a shed on the edge of the wall, set up a large pot, and cooked the porridge.
The aroma dilutes the pungent **** smell, and the soldiers, mercenaries, and survivors who are close to the collapse are regained their strength, barely rifle, and limping toward the shed.
Breakfast is a thick, porridge of boiled meat, and every spoon goes down to the visible flesh. In addition, there are gimmicks that can be eaten open, and a small bag of pickles. Every soldier, mercenary, survivor who participated in the defending city has a share.
With the standards of waste soil, this breakfast is undoubtedly rich.
It is precisely because of this that many local mercenaries and survivors shed their tears while licking their heads and drinking porridge.
That is the tears of excitement.
They have always been two meals a day. Which one is willing to have breakfast?
The NAC soldiers were less savvy, swearing at the hoe, drinking a bowl of porridge, and moving in their hearts. Occasionally looked up at the mercenaries and survivors who chewed in small mouths, just like the buns who were watching the countryside, laughing in their hearts and not seeing the world.
Standing on the giant wall, Song Chenyu muttered to himself.
"Unbelievable, we actually did it."
The clenched fist slowly relaxed, looking at the corpse under the wall, and the NAC officer standing next to him, muttered to himself.
"Yeah, we did it."
At this time, a familiar voice came from behind.
"Sir, your breakfast."
A logistics soldier ran up the huge wall, put a plastic bag with canned food, dry food and porridge in his hand, placed it on the table next to the NAC officer, and carried a military ceremony on his right hand, then trotting away and leaving.
"Good guy, actually canned beef," tearing open the canned aluminum lid, sucking the nose, the serious expression of the officer was finally eased, and smiled at Song Chenyu, "Would you like to come?"
"Is it ok?" Singing the seductive fleshy smell, Song Chenyu swallowed.
"Nothing is okay," the officer waved his hand and poked the **** into the can. He chewed it and pointed his chin to the direction of the Pan-Asian building. "Look at the flag there, 咱It is already a brother in the trench."
Looking along the officer's gaze, Song Chenyu saw that the roof of the Pan-Asian building did not know when the flag of NAC had risen.
The flag of the Shangcheng Survivor Union Council, which was originally floating there, has long since disappeared, just as it has never existed before.
After two seconds of silence, Song Chenyu smiled and sat down on the opposite side of the officer. He reached out and took a white-faced **** from the plastic bag and tore a can of meat.
"You said so, then I am not welcome."
As early as last night, he was already prepared for this moment, so that when the flag appeared there, he did not even feel the slightest accident.
In just two seconds, he adapted to this change in identity.
"We are also comrades who have fought side by side. I am here to talk to you casually. You can remember to remember, don't say anything, don't ask anything." The officer chewed his head and looked at it. He gave a glance.
"You said." Song Chenyu said.
"Our marshals rarely mobilize from the NAC high-level airborne field to serve at the grassroots level, and few people are willing to go to the places where the birds are not smashing." After drinking a porridge, the officer grinned. "Generally speaking, For example, the position of the city defense chief is to find a local person. We seize the military power and only grasp the above. The following are boldly placed down. Hongcheng, Wushi, and Yizhou are all like this. But now it has been developed by NAC."
"What do you mean?" Song Chenyu's eyes flashed slightly.
"Have you seen the South Gate before?" The officer grinned. "A good performance, being a city defense chief is not a problem."
Song Chenyu was overjoyed and immediately thanked him.
"Thank you brothers for dialing."
Although it is also a janitor, it obviously changes from a door to a four-door door, and its status will naturally be different.
"Haha, I just said that," the officer waved his hand and smiled. "If you do it, you will see yourself. I have nothing to say."
Upon hearing this, Song Chenyu couldn’t attend to dinner, and immediately stood up.
Originally, he thought that he would have to be smashed from his current position in a few days. I did not expect that there would be a promotion. After the officer’s appointment, he already knew what he should do.
"Speaking of the anxious situation yesterday, I haven't had time to ask the brother's name?"
"Zhu Dawei," Zhu Dawei grinned and laughed. "Tell me to be great."