Chapter 1,213 The Dawn of Dawn

There was a glimmer of morning light on the horizon. Ｗ≈

The zombies began to move slowly, as if they were trapped in a seal under the sunlight. The bloodthirsty light began to fade away, replaced by a godless sluggishness.

The moment they saw the sun rising, the eyes of the soldiers stationed on the city wall were almost filled with tears of excitement.

The bayonets were inserted into the rifles, and the soldiers roared, burning the last of their hungry energy, piercing the throats of the zombies who climbed up the wall, smashing their heads into pieces with the butts of their rifles, and kicking them off the wall with their feet.

Although the zombies are still slowly moving towards the wall, the offensive has obviously reached its end. The zombies behind have stopped. Only the zombies in front are still moving at a staggering pace driven by instinct.

Finally, at the moment of dawn, the last zombie who climbed up the wall had a bayonet pierced through its throat and fell weakly against the concrete wall.

Almost at the same time, behind the frontline soldiers, the third line of defense was finally completed. The wall is a full fifteen meters higher than the second wall. Although it is not as towering as the giant wall, it is enough to allow Ping An Street to sleep peacefully tonight.

Watching the dawn sun rise, Han Junhua immediately ordered.

"Let the soldiers withdraw from the front line, the logistics company makes a fire to cook, and the fighter jets continue to attack the zombies near the wall..."

At this time, a communications soldier ran in from outside the military camp.

Looking towards the door, Han Junhua asked.

"What's up?"

"The news came from the No. 0 subway line. It was the order from the marshal."

The ordering soldier performed a military salute and conveyed Jiang Chen's order orally to Han Junhua.

After listening, Han Junhua nodded, indicating that he could go down.

She crossed her arms across her chest, lowered her head and thought for a moment, then put her hand on the headset and ordered.

"Deploy 500 engineers to Line 0 and bring all the engineering robots down."

"……clear!"

After the last order was given, Han Junhua breathed a sigh of relief, reached out to turn off the holographic screen, and sat back in his chair.

this night,

She almost never rested for a moment, commanding both the underground and above-ground battlefields at the same time.

And now, her energy has almost reached its limit.

Lying on the table, her cold cheek gradually softened, and she would only show such a defenseless expression when she fell asleep.

Her hair fell on her thin and straight shoulders. She moved her nose slightly and rested her face in her arms.

The thin lips murmured softly, and then slowly relaxed with the sleepiness that came over them.

"As long as it's okay..."

…

After carrying their heavy bodies off the wall, they passed through the third line of defense and returned to Ping'an Street. Everyone's faces were full of exhaustion. The clothes stained with dust and blood looked indescribably miserable from a distance.

But in the end, they won, although it was difficult to win.

Many people's shoulders were severely swollen. Even with the protection of exoskeletons, a continuous night of fighting had brought their physical and mental strength close to the limit. Especially in this kind of battle with zombies, unless the commander orders the fuel to be dumped, there is no chance to breathe.

After pulling out the bayonets from under the hot barrels, the exhausted soldiers passed through the third line of defense wall and sat down on the ground, unable to take another step.

The people from the logistics company set up a shed beside the wall, set up a large pot, and lit a fire to cook porridge.

The aroma diluted the pungent smell of blood, allowing the soldiers, mercenaries, and survivors who were close to exhaustion to regain their strength. They reluctantly stood up with their rifles and limped toward the shed.

Breakfast is thick minced meat porridge, with visible meat flakes on every spoonful. In addition, there are steamed buns that can be eaten open and a small package of pickles. Every soldier, mercenary, and survivor who participated in the defense of the city had a share.

By wasteland standards, this breakfast was undoubtedly a rich one.

It is precisely because of this that many local mercenaries and survivors shed tears while eating steamed buns and drinking porridge.

Those were tears of excitement.

They always have two meals a day, how can they be willing to have breakfast?

The NAC soldiers were not so pretentious. They ate steamed buns and porridge from large bowls, keeping their moved words in their hearts. Occasionally, I raised my head and looked at the mercenaries and survivors who were chewing, just like looking at the country bumpkins, laughing in my heart that they had never seen the world.

Standing on the giant wall, Song Chenyu murmured to himself.

"It's unbelievable that we did it."

The clenched fists slowly relaxed. Looking at the corpses under the city wall, the NAC officer standing next to him murmured to himself.

"Yeah, we did."

At this time, a familiar voice came from behind.

"Sir, your breakfast."

A logistics soldier ran up the giant wall, placed the plastic bag containing cans, dry food, and porridge boxes on the table next to the NAC officer, beat his chest with his right hand in a military salute, and then turned and left at a trot.

"Good guy, it's actually a can of beef." He tore off the aluminum lid of the can and sniffed. The officer's serious expression finally softened and he grinned at Song Chenyu, "Would you like some?"

"Is that okay?" Song Chenyu swallowed and spit as he smelled the alluring aroma of meat.

"It's okay." The officer waved his hand, dipped the bun into the can, chewed it, and pointed in the direction of the Pan-Asian Building with his chin, "Look at the flag over there. Already a brother in the trenches.”

Following the officer's line of sight, Song Chenyu saw that the NAC flag had been raised on the roof of the Pan-Asia Building.

The flag of the Shangjing Survivor Alliance Council that was originally flying there has long since disappeared, as if it had never existed.

After two seconds of silence, Song Chenyu smiled brightly, sat across from the officer, reached out and took out the white-flour steamed buns from the plastic bag, and tore open a box of canned meat.

"You said that, so I won't be polite."

He had been prepared for this moment as early as last night, so much so that when the flag appeared there, he didn't even feel the slightest surprise.

It only took him two seconds to adapt to this change in status.

"We can be considered comrades who have fought side by side. I will just chat with you here. If you hear it, just remember it. Don't say anything and don't ask anything." The officer chewed the steamed bun and looked at it. He glanced.

"Say it." Song Chenyu said solemnly.

"Our marshal rarely transfers people from the NAC high-level to other places to serve at the grassroots level, and very few people are willing to go to those unproductive places." After taking a sip of porridge, the officer grinned, "Generally speaking, , positions such as city defense chiefs are all filled by local people. When we grasp military power, we only grasp those at the top, and boldly transfer those below. This is the case in Hongcheng, Wushi, and Yizhou, and it was also the case in Hangzhou in the past. , but now it is developed directly by NAC.”

"What do you mean?" Song Chenyu's eyes flickered slightly.

"You used to look after the South Gate, right?" The officer grinned, "If you behave well, you will have no problem becoming a city defense commander."

Song Chenyu was overjoyed and immediately thanked him.

"Thanks for the tip, brother."

Although they are also gatekeepers, this has obviously changed from one gate to four gates, and their status will naturally be different.

"Haha, I just mentioned it casually," the officer waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's up to you what you do, I didn't say anything."

As soon as he heard this, Song Chenyu stopped caring about eating and stood up immediately.

Originally, he thought that he would be kicked out of his current position in a few days, but he didn't expect that there was still a possibility of promotion? After some advice from the officer, he already knew what to do.

"Speaking of which, yesterday's battle situation was so anxious that you didn't even have time to ask your brother's name?"

"Zhu Dawei," Zhu Dawei grinned, "Just call me Dawei."