The sudden and crisp gunshot was like a thunderclap exploding in this small space, and the sharp explosion instantly penetrated everyone's eardrums.

The group trembled at the sound of the gunshot, their arrogant expressions instantly frozen. Their eyes widened, filled with disbelief and extreme panic.

The burly man in the lead had just been swinging an axe, ready to deal a fatal blow to Xiao Yi, but at this moment he stood there blankly as if he had been cast under a spell. The axe slipped from his hand and hit the ground with a "bang".

The thin man who was holding a stick and kept cursing opened his mouth wide, but could no longer make a sound. It was as if a ball of cotton was stuffed in his throat, and he could only make a dry "gulp" sound.

The man who was holding the worn-out pistol but didn't dare to shoot easily was so frightened that his face turned pale. His hands trembled and he almost dropped the pistol to the ground. His legs also began to shake uncontrollably.

The others were also terrified, their faces trembling, their previous ferocity and arrogance vanished without a trace. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear of the unknown, not expecting that Xiao Yi, who seemed to be at the end of his rope, actually had a gun, and they began to retreat in their hearts.

Taking advantage of the moment when they were in a brief panic, Xiao Yi's eyes flashed with determination and ruthlessness. He gripped the pistol tightly in his hand, his finger on the trigger, and fought back without hesitation.

Xiao Yi quickly adjusted his posture, turning his body slightly to the side to get a better shooting angle. His eyes were like torches, accurately locking onto the enemy's figure.

"Bang!" Another gunshot rang out, and the bullet whizzed out, shooting straight at an enemy who was trying to turn and run away. The man screamed, was shot in the back, and fell forward to the ground.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Yi aimed again, not giving the enemy any chance to breathe. "Bang! Bang!" Continuous gunshots echoed in the house, each one carrying the threat of death.

Two more enemies were shot and fell one after another. One was shot in the leg and rolled on the ground wailing in pain; the other was shot in the chest, blood gushed out, and he died on the spot.

Xiao Yi's movements were agile and decisive, his breathing was rapid but steady, his eyes were firm and focused. In this fierce counterattack, he seemed to have transformed into a vengeful god of war, mercilessly venting his anger on the enemy.

Bullet casings continuously ejected from the gun chamber, dropping to the ground with a crisp sound. The pervasive smell of gun smoke and blood intertwined, filling the entire room. However, Xiao Yi showed no intention of stopping, continuing to search for his next target, determined to completely defeat this group of enemies.

The remaining men, watching their companions fall one after another, saw their previous arrogance vanish without a trace. Their faces were filled with fear and panic, and their previous ferocity and arrogance were gone.

One of them was the first to react. "Run!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice piercing with fear. The others, waking up from their dreams, threw away their armor and weapons and fled in all directions. Some of them didn't even bother to pick up their weapons, rushing towards the door in a panic, pushing and shoving each other, fearing that if they ran a step slower, they would become the victims of Xiao Yi's gun.

Xiao Yi watched their fleeing figures, his tense nerves finally relaxing. He gasped for breath, each breath carrying a heavy sense of fatigue. The pistol in his hand slipped weakly, falling to the ground with a dull thud.

Then, his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground. His body had reached its limit, every muscle aching and every wound burning with pain.

Xiao Yi lay on the ground, staring at the ceiling, his eyes hollow and exhausted. He had successfully defended his shelter, but the fierce battle had taken a heavy toll. Blood oozed from his wounds, staining the ground beneath him red. He knew it would take a long time to recover, and he might never be able to return to his former self.

But at this moment, he felt a sense of relief and satisfaction. In this cruel world, he had at least preserved this piece of pure land that belonged to him, and maintained his last dignity and hope.

Xiao Yi lay on the cold ground, his thoughts gradually becoming clearer. He knew very well that the victory before him was only a brief respite, and the road ahead was still long and full of unknown dangers.

This is the end of the world, where order has collapsed and dangers are everywhere. Every moment may bring new threats and challenges. He knows that relying on victory at this moment is far from enough. He must quickly recover his physical strength and revitalize his injured body.

He rolled his eyes with difficulty, taking in the devastated scene around him. The bloodstains, broken weapons, and enemy corpses reminded him of the cruelty of the world. He took a deep breath, feeling the pain in his lungs, knowing he couldn't afford to slack off.

Xiao Yi tried to move his fingers, but the feeling of powerlessness made him frown. He longed to be able to grip his weapon again as soon as possible, so that he would have enough strength to deal with the next possible crisis.

In this apocalypse, there was no time for lamentation or hesitation. He told himself that he must be strong and recover quickly, because if he was not careful, he might be swallowed up by the ruthless fate.

He gritted his teeth, enduring the excruciating pain, a burning desire and determination to survive ignited within him. No matter how many hardships and obstacles lay ahead, he would persevere in this apocalyptic world, for himself and for that faint but ever-present glimmer of hope. High in the mountains, Xiao Yi spent a long, quiet period recuperating.

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