A Soldier's Death is Worth It

In the midst of battle, Sterling glanced at the system.

 **[Cooldown is 30 seconds away]**

 A soldier nearby shouted:

 "Captain George, another big one is coming! Ah!"

 Before he could finish, the soldier was tripped and pulled down, swallowed by the horde.

 "Get back, you disgusting beasts, all of you go to hell!"

 "Boom"

 Another soldier went down in a blaze of glory with the zombies.

 George and the other soldiers were numb to it; this was the fourth soldier to self-detonate. There was no other way, everyone who stayed behind had already put life and death aside.

 Except for one person who couldn't die!

 Seeing the situation was hopeless and the embassy's convoy hadn't fully left yet, George grabbed Sterling's collar, threw him back with force.

 Sterling was thrown down and fell to the ground.

 "What are you doing?" he asked.

 George scolded:

 "You're not like us, you can't die here, get out of here, go with them, go back to the country!"

 George turned back to fight the zombies.

 "Protecting the people is our responsibility, don't be stubborn, go now!"

 The other soldiers chimed in.

 "Go back and live well, if you feel guilty about us, then protect the country for everyone!"

 As they spoke, two more soldiers were pulled down by the frenzied zombies.

 Screams, roars, explosions, going down together!

 Sterling slowly got up with his axe.

 George shouted:

 "As long as the green hills are there, there will be firewood! Go!"

 Before he finished speaking, he too was pulled down, with more and more zombies climbing up, and the soldiers were annihilated.

 "We leave together!"

 Sterling strode forward, using the sedan as a stepping stone, and rushed towards the high ground.

 "Cooldown countdown, three! Two! One!"

 "I'm coming!"

 Sterling leaped high, crossing the tall isolation board.

 "Lightning activated!"

 As he flew through the air, Sterling emitted a strong electric current around him. The moment the zombies below touched the current, they were all blown to pieces without exception.

 "I am also a citizen of H country, I am not a coward!"

 "Thud"

 Sterling landed, and his axe swung like a god of slaughter descending.

 "Kill!"

 The axe also carried a strong current, blowing up all the zombies that touched and didn't touch it.

 "All of you go to hell!"

 The current spread until it reached a hundred meters, and all the zombies were blown to nothingness.

 The entire street was littered with limbs and severed hands and feet.

 Zombies a hundred meters away were still coming, but this also gave Sterling a chance to catch his breath.

 He looked back to see George, who was about to pull the pin on a grenade, staring at Sterling with wide eyes, then after a moment, he released the pin, extended his bloody hand, and gave a thumbs up.

 "I was right about you!"

 George was now covered in injuries, and being bitten by zombies would inevitably lead to mutation.

 But George didn't care, he waved Sterling over.

 "Rip"

 He tore off the national flag emblem from his shoulder and shakily handed it to Sterling.

 "Take this, remember, you are a citizen of H country, you always will be, even in death."

Sterling held the national flag emblem, his heart burning with passion, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.

 "Men... shed blood, not tears. I've lived my life as a soldier protecting my country, and I'd die contentedly."

 After speaking, he pulled out his pistol and handed it to Sterling.

 "Do me a favor, even in death, I want to go out with dignity. I don't want to turn into a zombie."

 He spat out blood, his injuries growing more severe.

 "Take it, give me one shot, to the head!"

 Sterling trembled as he took the pistol and aimed at George.

 "You've killed before, don't shake."

 Sterling took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

 "George, I..."

 Tears had already changed his voice; he didn't want to continue.

 "Little brother, being a soldier is cool, dying is cool too. I lived a great life and will die with honor. It's nothing serious!"

 "I promise you!"

 Sterling suddenly spoke sharply:

 "You protected me for a moment, and I will protect your legacy for a lifetime!"

 "The country's mountains and rivers, I, Sterling, will continue to guard for you. Captain George, may you rest in peace!"

 He closed his eyes and fired!

 "Bang"

 The flash of red light, this was also the card Sterling was least willing to obtain, but there it was, tightly clenched in Sterling's hand.

 **[Heroic Combat Exoskeleton Battle Armor]**

 "I, Sterling, keep my word, I am not just you heroes, I am one too!"

 After speaking, Sterling turned solemnly, swung his fire axe, and faced the approaching horde of zombies.

 "I will not rest until I've killed every last one of you beasts!"

 Just as the horde was about to touch Sterling.

 "Bang"

 The impact of a motorcycle shattered the isolation board.

 A diplomatic vehicle with the national flag on it crashed through the board.

 "Screech"

 The sedan suddenly appeared, stopping in front of Sterling, knocking away the charging zombie group and carving a path of blood.

 The driver was the diplomat, Abigail's father, Edward.

 He exchanged a glance with Sterling through the car window, no words were spoken, just one look, and both understood what the other intended to do.

 "Squeal"

 The tires screeched on the ground, the sedan crashed wildly like a runaway horse, and the horn blared continuously as it drove.

 This is the flute that attracts the zombie tide, as well as a heroic elegy. Like moths to a flame, knowing it's an uphill battle, one still chooses to swim against the current.

 "Bang, bang, bang"

 The sedan knocked over countless zombies, broke through their layers of encirclement, and with the blind horde, forcibly changed the direction of the horde's advance.

 In front of Sterling, only a few straggling, injured zombies remained.

 After Sterling killed them with one axe, the entire block was left with only scars and the unbearable stench of decay.

 Watching the horde move further away, Sterling suddenly spoke:

 "Uncle Edward, may you rest in peace."

 Although there was no conversation between them, just a fleeting glance, Sterling understood Edward.

 He was going to sacrifice himself to bring a glimmer of hope to others; this was the responsibility of a diplomat, a boundless love.

 Faced with such a person, Sterling couldn't hate him; the only thing he could do was to follow in their footsteps and continue to move forward with the burden.

 "Ugh"

 Just as Sterling's gaze was wandering, he heard someone vomiting behind him.

 Looking back, it was Alice, who was vomiting uncontrollably under the pungent smell of blood.

 Everyone from the embassy had left; it was time for Sterling to go as well.

 Return to the country!

 Return to one's roots!

 This was the only obsession left!

 Before leaving, Sterling took one last look at the devastated street.

 "Stop vomiting, look around for a car that can be driven, catch up with the embassy's convoy, and follow them!"

 Alice stumbled away, and Sterling began to clean up the aftermath, collecting all the exploded cards into the system space before quickly returning to the clean street.

 Alice and Amelia indeed found a car, Sterling got in, clapped his hands on his chest, and pasted the national flag on his clothes, and said:

 "Drive!"

 Amelia stepped on the gas, and the car shot out like an arrow released from a bow.