"Xinyu, take a few people to watch the barricade over there, don't let the zombies break through!"
Zhang Su held his gun steady while giving orders.
"No, don't kill me, please don't..."
"I was forced to come here, I was wrong, don't kill me!"
Among the ten, six dropped to their knees or crouched on the ground, hands raised, crying with terror that pierced their hearts.
In cold weapon combat, especially when our side has the advantage, it is naturally a heated, fearless battle. But when the other side reveals their firearms, the blood immediately turns cold.
They're not zombies, lacking that fearless, rebellious energy.
But there are still some hot-headed, fearless individuals.
"Dare to face me openly in a fight, what's the use of guns, you son of a bitch!" A man in a yellow and black cotton coat holding a sharpened entrenching tool sneered viciously at Zhang Su.
