The Bloodshed Under The Wall

This night in Pingan Street was destined to be a sleepless night.

Pairs of hollow eyes, like the gaze of the Grim Reaper, focused on the bustling Pingan Street from the darkness. In a loud roar that broke the silence, they all turned crimson.

The zombies began to move in hobbled steps. The pairs of skinny but powerful hands extended forward desperately, rushing toward the gap in the giant wall.

"ROAR—"

The screams resounded through the street and the rapid gunshots formed a slaughter symphony.

The soldiers gritted their teeth and weaved bullet nets with machineguns and rifle bullets in an attempt to repel the zombies. However, a net could trap river waves, but not the rolling sea. Zombies were constantly falling down, but there were more zombies stepping over the corpses.

They felt no pain and feared no death.