I Dedicate Black Technology to the Country

now.

Everyone looked at the fallen soldiers with respect, solemn and solemn.

It's all like a movie.

bloody.

cruel.

violence.

Soldiers' lives are running out.

Some people doubt the authenticity of the live content.

However, it was soon confirmed that the videos were not fake.

my country's state departments have also given up on cracking down on this wave of videos.

If they forcibly suppress the storm on the Internet, what's the point?

Let the people witness cruelty and reality and accept it in advance, which is more conducive to the implementation of various measures in the future.

brake--!

The Swiss Army Knife swung in the air, piercing the muscular zombie muscles.

This fight is coming to an end.

072 One brigade, more than 3500 people, only [-] minutes later, and now there are less than [-] people left.

The only remaining people were back to back, huddling together in a small circle.

All around.

Countless corpses surrounded these people.

Be silent.

Those countless cold-blooded red eyes seemed to be appreciating this last struggle.

"Warriors! Do you regret it?"

The 072 brigade commander was squeezed in the middle, his right arm had been bitten to pieces, and the blood was flowing downwards. Countless greedy eyes were attracted by the smell of blood, looking at the arm, wanting to tear it apart.

"No regrets!"

The fighters who were still alive replied loudly that it was hard to imagine that they still had so much energy after such a long battle.

"Serve the country in the military, I have no regrets in this life, and I would like to be a soldier in the next life!"

The sound resounded throughout the world.

As if this were their last words.

The Ancestral Soul River has been passed down forever, and the autumn wind is bleak and the river is cold.

The souls of thousands of warriors have returned to this sea area.

........................................

hiss~~~

Countless corpses began to be restless.

The soldiers also clenched their Swiss army knives.

next moment.

The final fight is about to begin!

This brigade-level troop, which was under siege and almost wiped out, was ready to make a final struggle in the face of the black mass of corpses.

however!

hiss--!

A low horn in the distance suddenly resounded through the battlefield!

The zombies raised their heads and looked into the distance in disbelief.

A red flag quietly appeared on the ground line, fluttering in the wind!

Immediately after it, a strong brigade of elite soldiers like the gods descended to the earth, the black torrent, whistling and sweeping over.

The dust-covered blood is boiling!

The icy armor is clamoring!

The knives of the black armored warriors are angry!

The most beautiful story I have heard is that the princess died and the young man who slayed the dragon was still burning.

No matter how small the flame is, you have to light it repeatedly.

Such a good story.

Oriental sharp sword, don't play it.