Xiao Yi led the survivors in their fierce resistance. His gaze was resolute, burning with an unyielding fire. He gripped his weapon tightly, shouting loudly to bolster their morale. Atop the city walls, the soldiers focused their fire, firing relentlessly. Their fingers gripped the trigger, bullets rained down like raindrops. Each shot was accompanied by a roar, their faces smeared with sweat and determination, showing no sign of retreat. The psychics were no match for the enemy, unleashing their unique abilities. Some manipulated fire, sending raging blazes blazing through the zombie horde, instantly reducing them to ash. Others controlled water, sending massive waves crashing down upon the zombies, slowing their advance. Still others possessed immense strength, leaping from the city walls and charging into the swarm, sending them flying with thunderous force. They darted across the battlefield, engaging the zombies in a desperate struggle. Every attack was a desperate effort, every defense an unwavering tenacity. Although they were covered in wounds, their fighting spirit remained high. In order to protect the base and for the hope of survival, they fought desperately.
After days of relentless fighting, they finally repelled the demonic, frenzied zombies. However, this victory was bittersweet, for it came at a heavy price. The battlefield was filled with smoke and devastation. The once-sturdy walls were now riddled with holes, scarred by the zombie onslaught. The remains of countless brave warriors lay scattered across the ground, their blood staining vast expanses, a scene of poignant poignancy in the setting sun. Those once vibrant and energetic psychics were now mostly grievously wounded, some missing limbs, others ravaged by the zombie venom, their faces gaunt and agonized. The eyes of the survivors were filled with exhaustion and sorrow, their hearts filled with the pain of having lost loved ones and friends beyond words. Inside the base, supplies were desperately scarce. Food and medicine supplies were nearly depleted, and the wounded were treated in rudimentary conditions, their groans of pain echoing endlessly. Yet, despite this, a glimmer of hope shone in their eyes. Because they know that this hard-won victory was achieved at the cost of countless sacrifices, and they must carry on with the will of the deceased, rebuild their homes, and safeguard this hard-won peace.
The base suffered heavy damage in this brutal battle, with several facilities severely damaged. Large sections of the once sturdy fortifications collapsed, leaving shattered stone and broken steel beams scattered across the ground, a silent testament to the ferocity of the battle. The warehouse, breached by zombies, was stripped of its vital supplies, leaving only a devastating mess. The power generation equipment was also damaged, plundering the base into darkness and silence, with only a few emergency lights flickering dimly in the darkness. Even more heartbreaking was the loss of countless lives in this devastation. Children, deprived of their parents' warmth, cried in solitude; elderly people, deprived of their children's care, their eyes filled with despair and helplessness. Families once filled with joy and laughter were now left with only cold, empty homes and endless sorrow. On the playground, bodies covered in white sheets lay lined up, the heartbroken cries of their loved ones echoing throughout the base, a heartbreaking experience. Every life lost was once the hope and strength of the base. Their departure has left an indelible scar on the hearts of the survivors and made the road ahead more difficult and confusing.
Undeterred by the disaster, Xiao Yi and the survivors, the gleam of determination in their eyes, quickly plunged into the reconstruction effort. Xiao Yi led the way, arriving at the construction site first each day, personally directing and participating in all aspects of the work. His bustling and resolute presence instilled boundless strength and confidence in everyone. The survivors also worked tirelessly, with a clear division of labor and methodical reconstruction. Some cleared the rubble, carrying away the broken bricks and twisted rebar bit by bit, their hands blistered but unwavering. Others focused on repairing the damaged houses, rebuilding walls and roofs, bringing life back to each dilapidated corner. Agricultural teams toiled diligently on the barren land, sowing seeds of hope. They meticulously tended each seedling, anticipating a bountiful harvest to provide food for the base. Meanwhile, technicians diligently repaired damaged power and communications equipment, gradually restoring normal operations to the base. Artisans forged new tools and weapons, preparing for the challenges ahead. Throughout the reconstruction process, people supported and encouraged each other. Children also joined in, helping pass tools and supplies. Their innocent smiles became a driving force. After a period of hard work, the base gradually took on a new look. New houses rose from the ground, the streets became neat and clean, and the farmland was full of vitality. In the process of reconstruction, the people not only restored their physical homes but also rebuilt their inner hope and courage, ready to face any challenges in the future.
Hello, would you consider this job, offering interviews before the New Year and starting after the New Year? Performance requirements are low, but there are responsibilities and a base salary of 6,000. However, just when everyone thought they were finally settling into a stable life in the rebuilt base, a new threat quietly emerged. At first, there were only subtle and eerie signs. Occasionally, unidentified noises could be heard in the woods surrounding the base. It wasn't the sound of wind or animal calls, but rather filled with an unsettling, unknown quality. Patrols discovered strange claw and footprint marks on familiar paths, leaving them feeling eerie. Then, the base's water source began to become contaminated. The once-clear stream became murky and emitting a pungent odor, causing many to feel unwell after drinking it. Investigations revealed an unknown toxin in the water, the source of which was unknown. Meanwhile, a mysterious illness spread throughout the base. Those infected first developed a persistent high fever, then developed black spots on their bodies and gradually became depressed. Despite the medical team's best efforts, they were helpless against this unprecedented illness, and the number of cases continued to rise. Even more terrifying, scouts reported sighting a group of mysterious strangers in a distant valley. Well-equipped and moving in an orderly fashion, they seemed unlike ordinary survivors, their motives and identities shrouded in mystery. This new wave of threats loomed like a dark cloud over the base, plunging the newly rebuilt people into a state of deep worry and fear.
Just when the base had just recovered from the crises, a selfish force set its sights on them like a wolf. This force was made up of a group of greedy and unscrupulous people, led by a ruthless man named Victor.
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