Survival in the Class: I'm the Only Boy on the Bus

几分钟前。

Grandpa Zhang Zizhong has led the common people to successfully cross the river.

Along the way, the wind on the bridge was very cold, and everyone had to wrap their clothes up tightly.

Someone tried to hand Zhang Zizhong their coat.

Zhang Zizhong smiled and patted his chest:

"It's alright! I'm still healthy, you can wear it!"

Zhang Zizhong's physique is as tall as 154 cm, so this bit of cold wind is really nothing to him.

There were no Japanese zombies on the bridge. As they walked, they kept looking back at the young man guarding the bridge entrance.

Jiang Chen held the katana in his left hand and put his right hand in his pocket. He stood in the middle of the bridge entrance facing the cold wind, and the hundreds or thousands of Japanese zombies in front of him could not scare him away in the slightest!

Zhang Fei paid homage to this scene at Changban Slope back then...

The civilians were surprised to find that the zombies Jiang Chen summoned actually blocked the group of Japanese zombies at the entrance of the bridge!

The two little girls were carried by a man wearing glasses and his grandfather, and walked quickly forward.

They both stared blankly at the older boy whose clothes fluttered in the cold wind.

At this moment, in the hearts of these two little girls, there is another figure they want to become when they grow up.

In the eyes of the two little girls, the figure of this older brother overlapped with that of Li Xiaoyao, the older sister who held a long sword and whose skirt fluttered in the wind!

The little girl with double buns stared blankly at Jiang Chen's broad back and said:

"Wow...what a handsome older brother!"

"When I grow up, I want to be like him, able to chase away all these ugly monsters!"

The little girl with double buns on her head bounced as she spoke, which was very cute, but she had abrasions on her knees and palms.

Another little girl with pigtails and wearing a panda-patterned outfit kept nodding:

"I admit, this older brother is just as handsome as Sister Xiaoyao!"

The little girl with pigtails had slightly red eyes. She turned to look at her friend who was also being held, her voice choked with emotion:

"How are our brothers who fought off the monsters for us...?"

These words brought tears to the eyes of the little girl the bespectacled man was holding.

She recalled the figures of the group of older brothers in military uniforms before they rushed onto the bridge.

I recall their backs as they faced many monsters alone in order to buy time for themselves and their parents.

As she thought about it, the little girl started to cry...

Immediately afterwards, the little girl next to her, wearing a panda-patterned dress, also started crying.

However, both little girls were very sensible and only dared to sob softly.

However, there were no Japanese zombies on the bridge.

Zhang Zizhong held a military map handed to him by a civilian. The map was stained with blood and had a red circle drawn with blood on it.

The red circle is not far away; it leads to the ecological park next to the bridge.

The terrain there is open, making it ideal for helicopter landings and takeoffs, and compared to Golden Scale City, there are virtually no Japanese zombies on the other side.

Continuing down from the ecological park, you'll reach Mr. Wen's alma mater, "Pukou Experimental Primary School".

Along the way, led by Zhang Zizhong, the group of people silently and anxiously made their way to the ecological park.

But with elderly people and children in the group, it's not much faster at all.

Once you cross the bridge to the other side, you'll see three Japanese zombies waiting at two watchtowers, which are also the entrances to the bridge.

Zhang Zizhong gripped the B-grade [Kill the Bandits Greatsword], his eyes instantly turning as fierce as a tiger, filled with killing intent.

At this moment, Mr. Zhang did not look like an 80-year-old man at all.

Because in his eyes, these three Japanese zombies were no longer just zombies that randomly swung their claws and bit, but Japanese chickens with bayonets in their heads!

Upon seeing the "foot-squab chicken," Zhang Zizhong experienced a surge of adrenaline. His muscle memory automatically adjusted his body to the optimal state for killing the chicken; his back straightened, and he stood tall and proud.

A bespectacled man stood next to Zhang Zizhong, holding a tattered broom, while several elderly men also stepped forward.

Although they knew Zhang Zizhong would protect them, Zhang Zizhong clearly looked quite old. They couldn't expect an old soldier to protect them all the time while they hid behind him.

When they could clearly feel the change in Zhang Zizhong's body and aura, they felt a sincere sense of admiration.

These Japanese zombies had clearly found fresh flesh and blood. Although some of the flesh and blood was a bit tough, it was still edible.

They roared as they charged toward the group led by Zhang Zizhong.

Zhang Zizhong gripped the hilt of the knife with his left hand and yanked the dark red cloth tied to the end of the hilt with his right, making a muffled "thud".

As he pulled on the red cloth, Zhang Zizhong's forearm muscles bulged and veins stood out.

He gripped the knife hilt with both hands, raised the machete vertically, slowly crouched slightly, his eyes fixed on the three charging Japanese chickens, and then let out a powerful roar:

"Don't move! I'll do it!"

The starting stance and sword technique used by Zhang Zizhong were precisely the "Eight Cuts to Break the Edge"!

The bespectacled man and the old man next to him were both startled by Zhang Zizhong's angry roar.

However, they followed Zhang Zizhong's instructions and immediately pulled their wives and children back.

They were worried that they would hinder the veteran's performance.