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Dead and Injured

A few days later, in a certain valley.

Zhang Guozhu and dozens of soldiers were panting heavily.

From afar, their bodies were glowing red. It was the kinetic skeletons that were dyed red with blood.

"How much time do the survivors of C City have to evacuate?"

Zhang Guozhu wiped the blood from the corner of his eyes.

"Captain Zhang, it'll probably take another half an hour."

"We might not be able to hold on!"

A warrior with a broken arm panted as he answered.

"Where are the reinforcements?"

"When will Team 2 arrive?"

Zhang Guozhu looked to the south.

There was also a 100-man team over there.

If reinforcements arrived in time, they could still hold on.

"I've already sent someone to ask for help. They should be here soon."

"Captain Zhang! Zombies! Another wave of zombies is coming!"

The one-armed warrior pointed ahead.

Zhang Guozhu frowned.

A large amount of dust rose up ahead, accompanied by roars.