In the snow and ice, a garrison was waiting for the battle with guns and live ammunition. They were wearing special white cloaks, which were both resistant to wind and cold and facilitated concealment. After setting up an ambush circle, a large number of zombies were waiting for themselves to fall into the trap.

"Captain!" A thick major asked the round-faced colonel who was calmly smoking in his coat, "Didn't that say that the large number of zombies will arrive at the battlefield soon? We have been ambushing here for more than two hours, and the brothers are almost frozen into popsicles! Why haven't those large number of zombies come yet?"

"What are you panic!" The round-faced Colonel was actually anxious, but he had to remain calm in front of his subordinates: "The weather is so cold, they are very stiff, what's so strange about walking slower? According to the information we received, their moving route will definitely pass here! Zombies are not living people, are you afraid that they will turn halfway?"

"But the regiment commander, will the information be inaccurate..." The sturdy major belongs to the cannon type and dares to say anything.

"Believe in comrades!" The round-faced colonel glared at him, and his heart was actually a little irritating. Although it is impossible to obtain new information through technological means in such extremely harsh environments, the information should not go wrong, unless the zombies know that they are lying here and turn halfway through the encirclement...

But, is it possible?

...

In a small village thirty kilometers away, a large number of zombies seemed to be massacring the demons emerging from hell!

"Devil! Devil..."

A white-haired old man with a face full of years of age. He is already in his twilight years and even walks tremblingly. However, when he was thrown to the ground and bit his neck by a tall zombie, he still stubbornly pulled out his hidden knife and stabbed the zombie's belly "puchi"...

"Bora!Bora..."

Behind the old man, a little boy who had just spoken, ran up and tried to push away the zombie pressing against his grandfather, but he couldn't push it no matter how hard he pushed it. Suddenly, a pair of women's hands hugged him. The little boy was too familiar with these women's hands, and he whimpered and raised his head:

"Mom! Borah..."

He was hurt by the woman's hand. The little boy raised his eyes and found in horror that his mother, who loved him the most, had turbid white eyes, her face covered with blue blood vessel lines like spider webs, and her big bloody mouth was cracking...

"Ahhh!" His mother bit his little face red from cold like a wild beast...

The same scene was performed everywhere in this small village that was almost isolated from the world. The small village seemed to have become a hell on earth. An old lady with a blood-stained face fell on the snow stained with blood, kowtowing to the dark snowy sky and crying: "God, save us..."

However, the god they believed in devoutly for generations did not respond to the believers' dying call...

"roar--"

A zombie wearing a thick mountaineering suit with a big black mole on the edge rushed towards her with her arms open!

God, have you really abandoned us... The desperate old lady has given up her resistance, her eyes kneeling in the snow with empty eyes as the big black mole zombies get closer and closer. At this moment, a fire flashes!

"Swoosh--"

The head charred by the raging flames soared into the sky, and the headless body fell straight in front of the old lady!

"Ahhhh--" The old lady screamed in disbelief and stepped back, rubbing her tears-filled eyes hard.

It was a tall and upright Chinese soldier, holding a simple sword burning with raging flames in his hand!

The school trench coat fluttered in the cold mountain wind, and the knee-length black leather military boots stomped the zombies under their feet!

It's like a god descending to earth!

Hope reappeared in the old lady's tears, the god she prayed for did not come, but... the Chinese soldiers are here!

This was actually just a moment. After Bei Long killed the big black mole zombie, he immediately rose up and flew over the old lady's head like a goshawk. The red sky in his hand brought out a dazzling fire rainbow in the air!

"Shit..."

Wherever the fire rainbow passed, the zombie heads flew up one by one, like a grass pushed by a lawn mower!

It turns out that these devils can also be killed! A strong man who swung his shovel and fought with the zombies was surprised and happy, and hissed: "The country is here to save us! The soldiers are here to save us! The villagers! We are here to save us!"

"Aoaoao--" The people here are fierce, but they were scared by zombies that could not be killed before. Now they are motivated by the arrival of reinforcements. When they see that zombies can be killed, the villagers are all excited!

"Blow them in the head!" Bei Long shouted. Although his body skills were fast enough and his sword skills were fast enough, he was just one person after all. If he could start the fight among the whole village, he could save as many people as possible.

Under his reminder, the villagers finally found the key to killing zombies. In fact, almost every zombie novel, movie and TV series has the same settings. However, in the depths of the Himalayas, the small village is almost isolated from the world. Many people have never watched TV in their lives, let alone using mobile phones and computers.

The fighting power of the villagers is limited after all, not to mention that they are facing cruel zombies. Although they already know the key to killing zombies, most of the zombies died at the hands of the more vicious Beilong. But it doesn’t matter. After this battle, the villagers have trained the courage to kill zombies!

The zombies in the village were almost killed, and Beilong could finally stop and take a breath. His general's trench coat had already sprayed with black blood, and the soles of the long military boots were even more sticky. When he stepped on the snow stained with blood, he could see a big black shoe print.

"Thank you... Thank you for saving us by comrades!" The first old lady who was rescued by him fell to his knees in front of him and cried: "If it weren't for comrades of military service... our village would be over..."

"Old grandma, get up!" Bei Long hurriedly helped her with both hands. In fact, except for the indescribable pride that he had in the military uniform, he did not have much of the real feeling of becoming a soldier, and even felt that it was that way afterwards. But at this moment, he truly felt the glory that it was to wear a military uniform. It had already shrouded the great halo of blessings by countless revolutionary martyrs. He represented the country and justice: "I am a soldier! This is my responsibility!"

At the same time, it was like making footnotes for Beilong, and suddenly there was a dense gunshot sound outside the village!

It was the soldiers of the Sharp Knife Platoon who were fighting with zombies outside the village. After obtaining the latest information on the whereabouts of zombies, they could not drive in due to environmental restrictions. They could only rely on the soldiers' legs to march quickly. Beilong led the Sharp Knife Platoon to shake off the large army and headed first. Because of emergency, Beilong threw away the Sharp Knife Platoon and took the lead. Finally, he arrived in time before the entire village was destroyed by a large number of zombies.
Chapter completed!