The moment the light faded, the whole world seemed to have changed.
Zhang Yao stood blankly on the battlefield. Her eyes were fixed ahead, but she did not see the tide of zombies before the light came on.
The soldiers behind her were just like her, not knowing what was going on.
They looked up, shock written in every pair of eyes.
Yang Guoqin on the distant city wall widened his eyes in disbelief. The photon cannon only fired one shot, and only one shot, but this one shot was enough.
The vast, seemingly endless tide of corpses disappeared completely under the white light.
The zombies seemed to have their necks broken and their brains destroyed at the same time. They fell to the ground, either lying or crawling. The rotten flesh on their bodies was blown away by the wind, leaving only white bones.
They returned to their original appearance.
Yang Guoqin stood there blankly with a telescope in his hand. The sun above his head was shining brightly at this moment, and the world seemed not to have been so bright in many years.
It was as if everyone had been paused.
They looked in shock and confusion at the land that had been shot by the photon cannon. All the limbs and flesh had disappeared, leaving only human soldiers standing on the mottled earth.
The zombies, as terrifying as a swarm of locusts, turned into bones.
Someone screamed, and after the scream, time finally began to flow slowly, and Yang Guoqin heard crying.
He glanced in the direction of the crying.
He was his orderly.
The veteran, who had served for nearly twenty years, had accompanied him through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, broke a leg and had a prosthesis fitted, and he and his wife had three children, all three of whom died on the battlefield.
It seemed that Yang Guoqin had never seen him cry since his little daughter died on the battlefield.
He was always angry, not sure if he was angry because of the zombies or because he had promised his children that they would join the army.
"Ah——" The orderly half-knelt on the ground, his voice hoarse and dry. It was more like he was howling with all his strength rather than crying. There were not many tears on his face, but everyone could feel his sorrow.
He bit his fist, whimpered and curled up.
Yang Guoqin thought numbly, has the other person become so thin? Does he look so old?
So this is what he looks like and sounds like when he cries.
However, after the crying, people suddenly burst into huge cheers!
"The zombies are gone!!"
"They're gone!"
The soldiers were covered in dust and dirt. They yelled and hugged each other. Some even threw their guns into the air, and when the guns fell, they hit themselves on the head, but no one cried out in pain.
There were tears in their eyes, but the corners of their mouths were constantly raised.
Yang Guoqin turned his head and looked at the photon cannon.
This little thing doesn't seem to have such power at all. Human joys and sorrows have nothing to do with it. After completing its mission, the photon cannon begins to store energy again.
"Don't let your guard down!" Yang Guoqin took a deep breath, picked up the loudspeaker again, put it to his mouth and shouted, "Small groups of zombies are still approaching from all sides! Be prepared!"
The soldiers immediately stood in wait.
Yang Guoqin: "Replace the person in front!"
"yes!!"
This time, they were finally able to bring back the soldiers from the front line.
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"I've already told you, we don't have enough manpower." Zhou Yuanhe sat in the makeshift medical room, taking the time to drink a sip of water with a look of despair on his face. His clothes were soaked with sweat and his hair looked like it had been drenched in water. Before he could sit down to rest, another person was carried in.
"Doctor, look at him..." The soldier who carried the person in looked at Zhou Yuanhe anxiously.
Zhou Yuanhe didn't look the soldier in the eye. He shook his head slightly and said, "There's no hope for him. Let's carry him out. While he can still talk, let's ask him for his last words."
As he spoke, another person was helped in.
Zhou Yuanhe did not look at the person who was carried in before, but walked to the person who was helped in.
The person who was helped over had both hands weak. After she sat down, Zhou Yuanhe even thought he could hear the sound of her bones. Zhou Yuanhe glanced at the woman and felt inexplicably familiar with her.
"Don't you work in a supermarket?" Zhang Yao didn't expect to see Zhou Yuanhe here.
While examining her, Zhou Yuanhe said, "I'm also a doctor in the supermarket."
It’s just that there are no patients in the supermarket, and no residents would go to the supermarket to see a doctor.
Zhang Yao's arm was pinched. She gasped and whispered, "I told them not to bring me back. I was in such close contact with the zombies that I must have been infected. It would be better for them to let me stay outside the barbed wire and shoot me if things go wrong."
Zhou Yuanhe glanced at her and asked, "Are you not afraid of death?"
Zhang Yao smiled bitterly and said, "Of course I am afraid. I am scared to death, but we have no choice."
She was not fighting for any lofty ideals or the future of mankind, but purely for her relatives and friends in the base.
Maybe she was still young, and when she was fifteen or sixteen years old, she had dreamed of becoming a hero and saving all mankind. But as she grew older and witnessed life and death on the battlefield, she never had such a dream again.
She is just an ordinary person who wants to survive and wants the people she loves and cares about to survive.
If she had to choose only one of the two, she would rather be the one to die.
"Doctor, how much time do I have left?" Zhang Yao asked fearlessly.
Zhou Yuanhe: "You just need to treat your wounds and go back to rest. Don't worry, you won't turn into a zombie."
Zhang Yao looked at him, as if a flower had grown on his face. She asked blankly, "What do you mean?"
"I, I was so close to them and got scratched. Look at my shoulder, I was bitten by a zombie."
As she spoke, she moved her shoulder closer so that Zhou Yuanhe could see clearly.
On her left shoulder, there was a wound bitten by a zombie. She used fire to treat it herself, burning the flesh on the wound to stop the bleeding. She was a little too aggressive and the edge of the flesh had been carbonized, but the red flesh in the middle of the wound could still be seen.
Zhou Yuanhe didn't want to waste too much time on a casualty like her who wasn't seriously injured. Many people had been sent in while they were talking. He waved his hand and said, "If I say you won't change, then you won't change. Someone will explain it to you later."
After saying that, he left, leaving Zhang Yao sitting there with a bewildered look on her face.
There are not many doctors in the base, and there are only more than a thousand doctors and nurses together.
These more than a thousand people have to treat the wounds of tens of thousands of soldiers. Even if one person does the work of three people, he still cannot handle it.
This is how Zhou Yuanhe was drafted into the army - one more person means more strength, and can save more soldiers.
Ye Zhou was not idle after returning to the supermarket. He bought a lot of medical supplies. He placed an order for whatever Zhou Yuanhe wanted. The base was even short of gauze, not to mention medical alcohol and other things.
Ye Zhou spent money like water, but this time he didn't feel sorry at all.
More than ten hours had passed since the zombie tide broke out. During this period, Ye Zhou had not eaten a single grain of rice and relied entirely on drinking water to maintain his physical strength. Although he felt tired, he was not hungry.
In addition to purchasing goods, Ye Zhou also works part-time as a "nurse". After all, he is not a medical student and does not have the ability to work part-time as a doctor. However, he can clean and bandage the wounds of the soldiers.
As for injections, he still had to ask a professional nurse to do it, as he was afraid that he would poke holes all over the person.
The employees in the supermarket were also busy. This time Ye Zhou did not make any demands on them. They walked out of the supermarket and into the crowd on their own, and then started to get busy for no apparent reason.
Zou Ming connected the power supply from the supermarket, and Cao'er Niang directed the employees to boil water. They needed hot water, alcohol, and so many other things.
Cao'er's mother was so busy that she was sweating profusely. Her voice was hoarse from shouting. She went to help others while pouring water.
It was the first time she had seen such a scene, so many young people, so many wounded soldiers, and such a cruel war scene.
She was afraid of soldiers and nobles. The former might take away her family's money and food, take away her husband and son, and cause her family to fall apart in an instant, leaving her with all the capital to make a living.
The latter holds her destiny in his hands.
But when she looked at those weak and dying soldiers, she finally suppressed her fear.
These soldiers were not much older than Cao'er, and many of them still had childish faces. Cao'er's mother had heard from customers that if there were no zombies, the children would have continued to study in school, at least until they reached high school, or were seventeen or eighteen years old.
Anyone under eighteen is a child. They don't have to worry about anything but the next exam.
Even though Cao'er's mother had never seen such a scene, she still couldn't help but yearn for it.
If she and her family lived in such a world, her children would be able to study, regardless of gender, and maybe even a top scholar would emerge from the family.
She and her husband no longer have to work day and night, and no longer have to worry about the annual rent and head tax.
As long as they work hard and find a job, they can successfully raise the children, and then she will retire and spend her old age with the filial piety of her children.
These soldiers...most of them are still children.
Cao'er's mother's eyes were red. She squatted in front of a soldier who had lost an arm, and endured the fear to treat his wound.
The soldier leaned against the wall and smiled weakly at Cao'er's mother: "Aunt, do you have any water? I'm thirsty."
Cao'er's mother immediately said, "Yes, yes, yes. I'll get it for you."
She trotted over to get the kettle and poured the soldier a glass of water mixed with glucose.
The soldier had no strength, so Cao'er Niang supported his shoulders and put the rim of the cup to his mouth. The soldier drank the water slowly. After drinking two cups, he exhaled, and his hoarse voice was filled with a hint of relaxation: "I can sleep well tonight."
Cao'er's mother looked at the arm he had lost.
The soldier followed her gaze and smiled reassuringly: "It's okay, you can survive without an arm. I will be discharged after this fight. I will just find a job and won't have to go to the battlefield anymore."
After saying this, he lowered his eyes somewhat dejectedly.
The comrades were sitting nearby, helping each other with their wounds. After hearing what the soldier said, they smiled and said, "Yes, it's a good time to be discharged from the army. You will definitely be able to join the breeding farm. Then you can save some money and have a relationship."
The soldiers laughed together.
The wounds on their bodies did not seem to cause them any pain.
After treating the wounds, Cao'er's mother silently moved to the side with the basin of water and continued to treat the wounds of these "children".
They were not the soldiers she had in mind. They were not bandits, and they would not persecute civilians. They were just ordinary people who had to pick up guns and go to the battlefield.
It was too troublesome to prepare hot food and there were too many people, so Ye Zhou bought food by tons in the system.
Bread sandwiches with meat floss, meat buns and sesame cakes are easy to eat and don't take up much space.
Everyone can also get a cup of hot soy milk - although it is diluted, it is better than nothing.
"There are still too few people who can do things." Ye Zhou and Zou Ming moved things out together. He sighed, "Yang Guoqin has not yet confirmed that the zombie virus will not continue to spread, so he dare not ask the residents of the base to come out to help."
He knew that Yang Guoqin was right, but as a result, the workload for these "non-staff members" became a bit outrageous.
Ye Zhou put down the box, rubbed his shoulders, turned his head and looked around, and his frown relaxed.
No matter how tired he was, he always felt relieved to see the soldiers still alive.
Although I was injured, it’s a good thing that I’m alive.
No one expected the photon cannon to be so powerful, including Ye Zhou. He originally thought that the photon cannon was at most similar to a missile, with a wide attack range and great power, but also endless consequences.
For example, the remains of zombies that were blown away, and the soldiers approaching the tide of zombies.
Zombie remains will bring the virus into the base, and soldiers will be affected by the photon cannon.
The makeshift warehouse next to the supermarket was filled with all kinds of supplies. Wu Yan and his team were busy in and out, and Ye Zhou was also among them.
When the soldiers passed by them, some would say thank you to them, while others would stop, salute and then quickly run away.
After moving the last box of goods, Ye Zhou wiped the sweat from his forehead. He was very hot, but he was too embarrassed to take off his shirt and go shirtless, so he could only keep wiping the sweat with his hands.
Zou Ming walked up to him. He also looked like a man who had just been fished out of the water, but his mental state was much better than Ye Zhou's. He said softly, "You go and rest. I'll sort it out."
"No need." Ye Zhou waved his hand. "I'm not too tired to move. Give me five minutes. Five minutes is enough."
Zou Ming did not continue to persuade him. He just stood beside Ye Zhou, like the most loyal knight beside the king.
"The photon cannon can actually eliminate the zombie virus?" Ye Zhou took off his gloves, put his arm around Zou Ming's shoulders tiredly, and directly entrusted the weight of his entire body to Zou Ming.
Zou Ming didn't say anything. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out his hand, passed it around Ye Zhou's waist, and embraced him in this corner where no one could see.
Behind them is the land that has just been "purified", and it may take years or even decades to return to its pre-zombie state.
And in front of them——
It is the Luoyang base that is devastated and riddled with holes, yet full of vitality.
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