Xiao Yi gripped the iron rod and iron sheet tightly, his palms full of sweat. His heartbeat was beating rapidly, as if beating the drum for the upcoming battle.

The zombies arrived in front of the cargo box, and they rammed it frantically, trying to break through the defense line. Xiao Yi saw the opportunity, raised the iron rod, and smashed it hard at the zombies below.

There was a dull thud as a zombie's head was hit and it fell to the ground, but it did not make the other zombies retreat. Xiao Yi swung the iron rod again, and another zombie fell.

However, the zombies were numerous, and they kept coming one after another, constantly attacking the cargo box. Xiao Yi felt a huge pressure, but he did not give up. He used the iron sheet to cut the zombie's arm, and black blood splattered everywhere.

In the fierce battle, Xiao Yi's physical strength was gradually consumed. But his will became more and more firm. He knew that he could not retreat. Once he retreated, there would be only one way to die.

He kept adjusting his position and attack angle to cause as much damage to the zombies as possible.

The zombies below gathered more and more, and the cargo box began to shake. Xiao Yi's heart tightened. If the cargo box was pushed over, he would be in dire straits.

At this moment, he discovered a weakness in the zombie group. There was a larger zombie that seemed to be directing the actions of the other zombies. Xiao Yi decided to take a risk. He concentrated his strength and attacked the zombie.

He used all his strength to throw the iron rod. The iron rod hit the zombie's head accurately, and it fell to the ground instantly. Without a leader, the zombie group fell into chaos.

Xiao Yi seized this opportunity and attacked even harder. His arms were already extremely sore, but his attack did not weaken at all.

After a hard battle, the number of zombies gradually decreased, and Xiao Yi finally successfully repelled this wave of zombie attacks.

He slumped over the pipe, breathing heavily. His clothes were soaked with sweat, and his body was covered with wounds. But his eyes were filled with the joy of victory.

Xiao Yi knew that this was only a temporary victory. In this dangerous world, there are still more challenges waiting for him. But he has made preparations. No matter how difficult the future is, he will continue to fight, just to survive.

When the zombies swarmed into the factory, Xiao Yi quickly pushed the cargo boxes to form a temporary barrier. The zombies were blocked and began to hit the cargo boxes frantically.

Xiao Yi's forehead was bulging with veins, and he used his shoulders to press against the cargo box, feeling the huge impact from the cargo box. Every impact made his body tremble, but his feet seemed to have taken root and did not move at all.

"Bang! Bang!" The crashing sounds of the zombies echoed in the empty factory, like the drumbeats of hell. Under this violent impact, the cargo box began to move slowly. Xiao Yi roared in anger and tried his best to push the cargo box back into place.

The zombies' claws scratched on the cargo box, and the sharp sound made people shudder. Through the gap in the cargo box, Xiao Yi saw those rotten faces and bloody eyes. Their madness and desire made Xiao Yi feel a chill in his heart.

However, fear did not make him retreat. Xiao Yi's eyes became more determined. He knew that this was a battle of life and death. Either they died or he died.

He leaned against the cargo box while observing the surrounding environment, looking for something useful. Not far away, he found a long iron rod, which might be his weapon.

Xiao Yi suddenly turned sideways and rushed towards the iron rod. The moment he got the iron rod, he quickly returned to the front of the cargo box. He raised the iron rod and swung it hard at the zombies outside the cargo box. Only a scream was heard, and a zombie's arm was broken by the iron rod.

But this did not make the zombies retreat, their impact became more and more violent. Cracks began to appear in the cargo box, and Xiao Yi's heart was in his throat.

"I can't just sit there and wait for death!" Xiao Yi shouted in his heart. He took a deep breath, suddenly exerted force, pushed the cargo box forward, and then took advantage of the moment when the zombies retreated to jump out of the cargo box's obstruction.

He rushed into the zombie horde like a cheetah, the iron rod in his hand flying up and down. Every blow was filled with his anger and desire to survive, and the blood of the zombies splattered all over his body.

Xiao Yi's physical strength was rapidly depleting, but his fighting spirit was getting stronger and stronger. He rushed left and right among the zombies, constantly looking for the zombies' weaknesses.

At this moment, a zombie pounced on him from behind. Xiao Yi reacted quickly, turned around, and blocked the zombie's attack with an iron rod. But another zombie took the opportunity to bite his arm, and the severe pain made Xiao Yi almost faint.

He gritted his teeth, used all his strength to shake off the zombie that was biting him, and then smashed its head with a stick.

At this time, Xiao Yi was already covered in wounds, but he was still fighting. His eyes burned with an unyielding flame, as if declaring to fate: I will never surrender!

The number of zombies was gradually decreasing, but Xiao Yi had reached his limit. His movements became slow and his vision began to blur.

"Is this the end?" Xiao Yi felt a flash of despair in his heart. But at this moment, he saw a barrel of gasoline in the corner of the factory.

Xiao Yi used up his last bit of strength and rushed to the barrel of gasoline. He opened the lid, poured the gasoline on the zombies, then took out his lighter and threw it out.

"boom!"

A huge flame instantly ignited, and the zombies struggled and screamed in the sea of fire. Xiao Yi fell to the ground exhausted, looking at the raging fire in front of him, his heart filled with relief for surviving the disaster.

The flames gradually died down, and the factory was filled with the smell of burning. Xiao Yi struggled to his feet, looking at the devastated battlefield, knowing that he had once again defeated the threat of death. But he also understood that the road ahead was still long, and more challenges awaited him. Xiao Yi took the opportunity to climb up the pipe and attack the zombies from above. He swung the iron rod vigorously, and each blow landed accurately on the zombies' heads. The iron sheet scraped across the zombies' bodies, splashing black blood.

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