The Zombie Tide Strikes

"Dada, dada, dada..."

The dense sound of gunfire shook the sky, bullets flew horizontally, smoke filled the air, and the explosions of grenades were deafening.

As the horde of zombies entered the range, they fell in waves, yet still they pressed forward relentlessly, mindlessly continuing to approach.

Sterling was pulled by the two women, hiding on the second floor of a street shop, watching the army of zombies like a torrent, the two women were terrified.

Sterling was a bit better off, opening the system to check the cooldown of his skills.

Lightning was another 15 minutes away from being usable again. Relying on brute force to fight the zombies, under the overwhelming tide of the horde, would be an act of suicide. At least Sterling wasn't confident that he could handle such a massive zombie offensive.

At the street blockade, near the warning line, bullets were fired like there was no tomorrow, shooting until the guns were empty, then discarding them. Below, people replaced the magazines, providing the fighters with uninterrupted shooting efficiency.

The zombies, devoid of reason, feared no death. Batch after batch fell, yet they relied on sheer numbers, constantly approaching the isolation zone, getting closer and closer.

The most terrifying were the tall and prominent third-stage mutated zombies.

"What kind of monsters are these, so hard to kill?" George emptied another magazine, discarded his gun, and shouted:

"Give me an RPG!"

Someone handed him a rocket launcher, and George shouldered it, aiming.

"Whoosh"

"Boom"

A skyward burst of fire, a large group of zombies were blown to pieces.

A third-stage mutated zombie, half its body blown away, was still crawling forward.

"How can't they be killed? Another RPG!"

Other fighters shouldered rocket launchers and fired.

"Boom"

"Boom"

With successive rocket explosions, the third-stage zombies were finally torn apart, but there were still more than a dozen such monsters in the horde. This was a battle with no chance of victory.

But George and the fighters didn't care.

"As long as we can kill them, that's all that matters. Brothers, fight to the death!"

George held two automatic rifles, firing a burst into the horde.

"Ahhh, brothers, give me more firepower, kill these disgusting creatures!"

"Yes! Captain!"

"That's right, we can't let the zombies get past the barricade, kill you beasts!"

...

Inside the embassy, chaos reigned.

All staff were running around, making phone calls, reporting the situation, transporting supplies, everyone was too busy to pause for a moment.

Edward was on the phone, which was constantly busy, no one answered.

"Quick, there's no time to waste, fax all the documents back to the country!"

The staff operated in a panic, sending the investigated materials and evidence of the apocalyptic conspiracy, leaving behind the truth of the apocalypse by fax.

"Dad!"

Abigail stumbled in.

Edward was faxing and said irritably:

"What are you doing here, hide quickly!"

"Dad, I want to help too!"

"What help can you provide, get out of here!"

Edward had no time for his daughter, scolded her, and then shouted to the others:

"Quick, contact the rescue navy, have them locate the street outside the embassy, it's the only chance."

"The fleet has lost signal, we can't get in touch!"

Edward had no time to complain before hearing his subordinate urgently report:

"Diplomat, there are no bullets left in the ammunition store!"

"This is bad, ask Captain George how much longer he can hold on?"

"Yes!"

The subordinate hurriedly ran out of the embassy, through the war-torn courtyard, quickly reaching the front line and shouted:

"Captain George, the diplomat asks how much longer you can hold on?"

George's bullets just ran out, he looked back, saw a floor of shell casings beneath him, and knew the situation.

"You tell the diplomat to evacuate first, take all personnel, run, if you can get back to the country, then go!"

"But going back to the country now, we haven't contacted the navy yet!"

"Take a plane, hijack a passenger plane and fly back to the country, go!"

George shouted, the subordinate understood his meaning, and turned to run.

George pulled out a cigarette box, lit one, and took a deep drag, looking back at the devastated street and shaking his head.

 "Men, leave ten to hold the rear, and the rest protect the retreat!"

 "Captain!"

 The soldiers roared.

 "This is an order!"

 George bellowed, and the soldiers fell silent, their gazes resolute, not a single one leaving.

 George flicked the cigarette butt to the ground.

 "Damn it, as long as I'm alive, I won't let you bastards pass! Men, fix bayonets!"

 Ammunition was running low, and the last of it was intended to be left for the civilians to protect themselves, so as soldiers, they would engage in close combat, fearless of death!

 "Fix bayonets!"

 Each soldier, fearless of death, attached sharp bayonets to their automatic rifles.

 After attaching the bayonet, George roared up at the sky.

 "Charge!"

 The zombies lunged forward, but were blocked by the engineering barriers, all crashing into them and still desperately crowding.

 The soldiers, from a higher position, stabbed down with all their might, each stab drawing blood, one zombie with each slash, but they were outnumbered, and there were not enough soldiers to handle the sheer number of zombies.

 Sterling, on the second floor, saw this scene and his eyes turned red.

 His lightning skill would only be ready in over five minutes.

 But he couldn't wait, deciding no longer to stand by.

 "I'll help!"

 Sterling leaped up, broke through the window, rushed to the isolation position, filled in the gap left by the soldiers, and swung his axe down, cutting down a swath of zombies.

 "You brat, why aren't you gone yet!"

 George, seeing Sterling for a moment, was stunned for a few seconds before continuing to stab.

 "I don't want to leave!"

 Sterling's joining significantly relieved the pressure of the street defense.

 ...

 "Get in the car, hurry up, everyone get in the car!"

 The embassy staff pushed and shoved the citizens of H country into the vehicles; the frontline of the isolation was about to be breached, and any mishap would mean none would escape.

 "Dad!"

 Abigail wanted to say something more, but Edward pushed her into the car and slapped a briefcase on her.

 "Daughter, before you return to the country, you must protect these documents with your life, and after you return, hand them over to the authorities personally, promise me!"

 "Dad!"

 "Go now!"

 Edward closed the car door and shouted:

 "Drive, drive, drive fast!"

 The lead car cleared the way, followed by the others one after another. As soon as they left the embassy gate, they saw the zombies at the street blockade, desperately climbing up.

 "Ah!"

 Many people were terrified by this horrifying scene and cried out in fear.

 The soldiers fearlessly fought the zombies. One of them, a little careless, fell down and was instantly submerged by the horde, torn and bitten to a bloody mess.

 "Frederick!"

 "Frederick!"

 The soldiers roared in grief and anger, but they could only watch helplessly, unable to do anything.

 "May God bless you!"

 Frederick pulled the pin on his grenade.

 "Boom"

 The zombies nearby were blown to pieces, but those behind quickly filled the gap and launched another inhumane sea attack.

 "What are you waiting for, kill!"

 Each soldier's eyes were red, knowing only to mechanically stab, repeating the motion.