Like a raging beast, it pounded furiously against the gate. Its massive, heavy frame carried the force of a tsunami with each impact. It arched its back, its hind legs slamming into the ground, and then its entire body launched outward like a cannonball, slamming fiercely into the gate. With each impact, its massive shoulders and hard head collided violently with the gate, producing a dull, deafening sound. The gate groaned in agony under each blow. The once sturdy metal frame began to warp, sparks blazing from welds, and rivets gave way with a mournful creaking sound. Its pounding showed no sign of abating, only growing more ferocious and frantic. Each impact caused the gate to tremble, as if it would collapse completely at any moment. The paint peeled off the door, revealing the rusted metal beneath. Deep dents were clearly visible, the cruel mark of its violent assault. As it struck, the air around it seemed to be stirred restlessly, dust flying everywhere and blurring the vision. But it ignored it completely and just kept hitting the door again and again with more ferocity, with a reckless momentum, as if it would not give up until it achieved its goal.

The zombies nearby, like a pack of frenzied wolves, launched a relentless and ferocious attack on the soldiers guarding the gate, attempting to prevent them from repairing and reinforcing it. Their movements were cunning. Some charged head-on, claws bared, their sharp claws and teeth emitting a foul breath, attempting to tear through the soldiers' defenses. Others swerved from behind, catching the soldiers off guard and launching surprise attacks. One zombie, eyes red and a deep growl emitting from its mouth, suddenly leaped up and lunged at a soldier. The soldier reacted quickly, dodging to the side and simultaneously raising his weapon to strike the zombie hard in the back. But the zombie seemed unfazed and turned to attack again. Several other zombies coordinated their movements, one distracting the soldiers while others seized the opportunity to overturn and destroy the repair materials piled near the gate, preventing them from accessing them. Some even picked up rocks and debris from the ground and hurled them frantically at the soldiers, disrupting their movements. One soldier was unfortunately hit on the head by a rock, blood instantly streaming down his cheek, but he remained at his post, refusing to flinch. The zombies' attacks became increasingly frenzied, desperately charging forward, attempting to break through the soldiers' defenses and prevent the gate from being repaired and reinforced. The scene was like a nightmare, bloody and terrifying.

On one side of the base, several hideous zombies scaled the high wall like ghosts. Their movements were twisted and eerie, tinged with a chilling determination. The first zombie to scale the wall leaned forward, digging its claws deep into the wall. Using the momentum, it leaped upward, reaching the top. Its eyes gleamed with bloodthirst, its mouth dripped with sticky saliva, and a deep growl emanated from its throat as it charged towards the soldiers guarding the area. Seeing this, one of the soldiers stepped forward without hesitation, swinging his long sword and slashing at the zombie's neck. The zombie dodged sideways, extending its claws to claw at the soldier's arm. The soldier reacted quickly, retracting his arm and swinging his sword at the zombie again. Another zombie seized the opportunity and pounced on the soldier from the side. Sensing the threat from the side, the soldier spun and struck the zombie in the head with the butt of his sword. But the zombie clung to the soldier's waist, attempting to drag him down. Several more zombies also scaled the walls, quickly joining the fray and forming a siege. Some attempted to cling to the soldiers' legs, while others attacked head-on with bared fangs and claws. The defending soldiers, trapped and encircled, showed no fear. They coordinated with one another, forming a back-to-back defensive formation and engaging the frenzied zombies in fierce close combat. Every swing of the sword, every kick, was punctuated by a determination to fight to the death. Atop the wall, roars, cries of killing, and the clang of metal mingled in a thrilling, bloody, and brutal scene.

Their movements were swift and ferocious, as if endowed by a demonic power of uncanny agility and brutality. The zombies twisted their bodies, moving swiftly in bizarre gestures. With a sudden kick of their legs, they instantly pounced upon the warriors, their speed streaking like lightning. Their claws lashed through the air, whistling with a sharp whistling sound as they relentlessly clawed at the soldiers. One zombie arched its body, springing out like a spring, its hands thrust forward, its sharp nails like daggers, piercing the warriors' chests. Another zombie scurried across the ground, then suddenly leaped up, its maw wide open, attempting to bite the warriors' throats. Facing such swift and ferocious attacks, the warriors fought tooth and nail. Veins bulged on their foreheads, their eyes filled with determination and resolve. The warriors quickly dodged the zombies' attacks, raising their weapons to block the zombies' sharp claws. Some warriors, gripping their spears tightly with both hands, thrust their tips with all their might at the oncoming zombies. Just as the zombies closed in, they swung their weapons with all their might, pushing them back a few steps. But the zombies quickly pounced again, forcing the warriors to grit their teeth and fight again. Their breathing quickened, sweat drenched their clothes, yet they dared not slack off. Each resistance demanded every ounce of their strength, each counterattack carried with them the hope of survival. In this fierce battle, the warriors' strength was rapidly depleted, but their fighting spirit soared, determined to hold this line and deny the zombies even the slightest opportunity. Amidst the ruins of the apocalypse, the city was reduced to a deadly hell. The streets were filled with the stench of decay and blood, and the roars of the zombies echoed through the crumbling buildings. Humanity's living space was severely squeezed, and the survivors clung to their battles in various strongholds, facing the constant threat of death.

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