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

The PLA soldier, carrying eight grenades and falling at high speed, stared intently at the A-level tank zombie at the city gate.

It takes 4-8 kilograms of force for a person to pull the pin of a hand grenade, and it is basically impossible to pull the pins of 8 hand grenades at the same time.

Therefore, the PLA tightly bound these eight grenades with duct tape to form a cluster bomb. All that was needed was to pull the pin on the central grenade, and the high-temperature shock wave and fragments generated by the explosion would detonate the other seven grenades together!

"Whoosh—!" The sound of the wind rang in the ears of the PLA soldier, his eyes fixed on the rapidly enlarging tank zombie figures on the ground, as he calculated the time.

Just as he was about to smash the tank zombie, he suddenly pulled the pin on the central grenade, then tightly hugged the cluster grenade with both arms and smashed it at the tank zombie, while adjusting his body to face his back towards the city gate as much as possible.

He did this mainly to prevent the cluster bombs from accidentally injuring his brothers guarding the city gate.

*Pfft!*

*Snap!*

The PLA soldier crashed into the tank zombie, which was also 4 meters in front of the city gate.

He struggled to move his body so that his back faced the city gate, and he aimed the cluster bombs at the tank zombies.

next moment!

'Bang!'

'Bang bang bang—!'

The cluster grenade exploded with a deafening roar, the flashes of light disappearing in the blink of an eye, and the high-temperature shockwave carrying countless metal fragments spread in all directions, like shards of broken glass flying towards you.

Then a plume of black smoke rapidly spread in all directions, like a dark flower suddenly blooming.

The whole process is extremely short and doesn't involve huge flames shooting into the sky like in the movies.

Amid the black smoke, charred bits of flesh and entrails flew in all directions and clung to the city walls, impossible to remove.

Many pieces of charred meat flew directly through the city gate and landed on the soldiers guarding the east gate, near their feet.

Thin wisps of white smoke were still rising from the edges of the minced meat, emitting a pungent smell of burnt meat.

As the black smoke dissipated, the tank zombies at the city gate disappeared, leaving only chunks of charred flesh, but no survival coins dropped.

The A-class tank zombie is dead!

The threat was temporarily resolved, but one soldier was killed in the process.

But this was just one A-level tank zombie near the east gate. There were still four A-level tank zombies slowly approaching the east gate alone, not to mention the other three city gates.

They stepped over the corpses of their own kind, riddled with bullets, and used their basketball-sized fists to brace themselves against the ground as they rapidly approached the gates of Golden Scale City.

*Thump! Thump thump!*

As the A-class tank zombie moved quickly, the ground trembled slightly and emitted a dull thud, like the drumbeat of death.

Behind the A-level tank zombies was an endless horde of zombies, with tank zombies standing out prominently among them!

Roughly estimated, there are no fewer than 100 Class A tank zombies in each of the four directions of Golden Scale City!

Suddenly! Shouts of anger rose and fell with the leaping figures:

"Hu Beitongcheng! Li Mancang!"

'Bang!'

Two Class A tank zombies have died!

Six Japanese chicken zombies have died!

"Fuck your mother's Japanese chicken!"

'Bang!'

Two Class A tank zombies have died!

Six Japanese chicken zombies have died!

"Hu Nanliuyang! Wang Jindou!"

'Bang!'

Two Class A tank zombies have died!

Six Japanese chicken zombies have died!

"My name is Zhao Mengliang!"

'Bang!'

Two Class A tank zombies have died!

Six Japanese chicken zombies have died!

The sounds of explosions and the angry shouts of PLA soldiers echoed throughout the entire city of Jinlin!

This barely managed to curb the momentum of the A-class tank zombies rushing into the city.

Every tank zombie that dies represents the sacrifice of a People's Liberation Army soldier, and also means that one less person is needed to defend the city.

The People's Liberation Army demonstrated what it means to "defend to the death"!

...

Off-screen.

The bus was eerily quiet. Most of the girls instinctively covered their mouths when they saw this scene, their eyes instantly reddening and tears streaming down their faces.

They didn't know much about military equipment like grenades, but that didn't stop them from feeling the tragedy and anger of the moment.

Sitting on Yan Xiaonuo's shoulders, Ye Xiaoqi wiped away her tears with the back of her hand and asked a question:

"Why?! Meow?"

"Why do they all have to jump off buildings to commit suicide?!"

"Wouldn't it be better to just throw it down?"

It wasn't just Ye Xiaoqi; most girls had this question.

Ruan Ningshuang slowly stood up, her fair hands clenched into fists, and a rare anger appeared on her cold face. Her eyes were red like those of girls, but she was still able to hold back her tears.

Ruan Ningshuang had some knowledge of military matters, so she turned to face the girls and slowly began to explain, wanting everyone to understand why the People's Liberation Army soldiers sacrificed their lives:

"The PLA soldiers were carrying cluster bombs consisting of multiple hand grenades."

"If you just pull the pin on the city wall and throw it to the ground, it will tumble and spin in the air, making the landing point uncontrollable. Moreover, when it lands, the projectile may land facing upwards or sideways, or it may even hit the carapace of a zombie and bounce off, and might even bounce into the city through the city gate."

"In this way, not only can we not guarantee that the shrapnel and shockwave from the explosion will accurately kill these mutated zombies, but we may also accidentally injure our own people."

"Furthermore, each bomb detonates at a different time, so it's impossible to detonate it precisely next to that mutated zombie."

"Moreover, the wind is very strong today, which will cause the cluster bombs to deviate slightly. Humans are heavier and less easily blown off course by the wind. They can also control the timing of the bomb detonation and fine-tune the direction of descent."

As Ruan Ningshuang spoke, a tear or two spilled from the corner of her eye and slid down her cheek:

"That's why...they chose this method of suicide."

"The method by which one grenade detonates other grenades is called 'paranormal detonation'!"

After Ruan Ningshuang finished speaking, the girls finally understood.

Everyone pursed their lips, unable to speak, and sobs echoed throughout the bus.

Wen Ruyan kept comforting the girl next to her, even though her own throat was starting to feel stiff and sore.

Bai Nuonuo rode on her aunt's shoulders, resting her little head on her aunt's head, her ahoge (cowlick) drooping down.

The aunt stared intently at the screen; this was her first time entering a dungeon with Jiang Chen.

She had always easily overcome challenges and encountered mostly solo dungeons before, never a dungeon with such a tragic tone.

She was still in a daze.

Auntie suddenly remembered that last night on the roof of the bus, her daughter-in-law and Xiao Nuo told her about all the instances they had encountered.

These all seem to be rather difficult dungeons...

Wang Wushuang stood next to Yun Qianqian, her lips tightly pursed, her hands clasped together in front of her and clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her palms.

Her nose was red, and tears slid down her cheeks, meeting at the tip of her chin before dripping onto the ground.

Yun Qianqian kept stroking Wang Wushuang's head, her gentle smile gone, replaced by a solemn expression.

Sakura Hiyuki gripped the S-rank katana [Burning Frost] tightly in her hand, and her usually cold face was now filled with anger, her eyes, which seemed to be breathing fire, staring intently at the screen on her left.

Su Xiaotang gripped the pale blue performance sword tightly in her hand. She desperately wished she could be like the sword immortals in novels, flying on her sword atop Golden Scale City and shouting from the summit:

"Sword, come!"

Then hundreds of thousands, even millions, of flying swords can kill the zombies outside Golden Scale City one by one.

In that case, wouldn't the PLA soldiers no longer need to defend the city through such suicidal methods?!

My senior brother will probably give me a huge compliment!

Tang Yan, the little koi, stood next to Su Xiaotang, her reddened eyes clearly visible on her snow-white face.

Tang Yan, the little koi, suddenly hugged Su Xiaotang sadly and buried her head in front of Su Xiaotang.

Su Xiaotang suddenly widened her eyes as she thought about it:

"No way?! The Sword Immortal has really arrived?!"

next moment!

The sound of swords clashing echoed throughout the entire Golden Scale City!

Countless ice-blue longswords suddenly appeared in the sky above Golden Scale City.

These ice-blue longswords formed a circular sword formation.

The sword cries were uniform and instantly drowned out the footsteps and roars of the zombie horde. Even the oppressive feeling brought by the zombie horde was blocked by the sword formation!

A cold female voice rang out above Golden Scale City, ethereal yet solemn:

"Leave it to me..."

Then, a graceful figure in ice blue, standing on an ice blue longsword, with her hands behind her back, fell vertically from the sky!

It can truly be said that:

The king descended from the sky, his killing intent palpable!

Just by looking at her landing posture, you can tell she's incredibly strong!