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

The roars of zombies instantly filled the entire ecological park.

These Japanese zombies were significantly larger than ordinary Japanese chickens, and even faster. There were at least 50 of them, and they were still pouring out of the portal, their numbers constantly increasing!

Zhang Zizhong stared intently at the group of C-level Japanese zombies pouring out of the red portal, his eyes showing no fear whatsoever.

In his eyes, these were just Japanese chickens wielding Type 38 rifles, and he was most skilled at killing them; they were just a bit stronger than the Japanese chickens.

Zhang Zizhong suddenly smiled.

He stood on the yellowing grass and turned to look at the civilians behind him.

In Zhang Zizhong's eyes, they were once again dressed in coarse linen clothes, their faces gaunt.

The scene of the last mission he and his squad leader carried out together reappeared all around him.

This time, however, there were no older brothers like the squad leader to help him; he could only rely on himself to protect the people behind him.

Zhang Zizhong saw that the two little girls were in the arms of their parents or grandparents, and they buried their heads in their parents' arms, not daring to look in their direction.

Moreover, the other men, dressed in coarse linen clothes, though filled with fear, also shielded the woman tightly behind them, just like they had done years ago.

Zhang Zizhong smiled and turned his head to look at the Japanese chickens that were only charging at him. As long as he didn't fall, these civilians would be fine.

But what if I collapse... and Jiang Chen doesn't arrive in time...?

Zhang Zizhong stopped thinking about it. He had faced life and death before, so he didn't care about death. He would just kill them!

Anyway... he killed so many Japanese, and now he's over 80 years old. Before he died, he was able to protect the Chinese people once again. It was all worth it!

Zhang Zizhong's smoking habit kicked in.

Zhang Zizhong took out the pack of cigarettes and lighter that Jiang Chen had insisted on giving him from his pocket:

"I'm sorry, old woman, I'll come down and keep you company after I've killed a few more. Maybe I won't be able to... smoke another cigarette?"

About 50 Class C Japanese zombies were charging towards Zhang Zizhong, only about 200 meters away, but he wasn't worried at all and didn't even glance at them.

*Pfft!*

Zhang Zizhong plunged his "Kill the Bandits Broadsword" straight into the yellowing grass, cutting off several blades of grass.

He held the cigarette in his left hand, tore a hole in it with his right hand, and then tapped it lightly a few times with his index finger, causing a small piece of the cigarette to pop out.

Zhang Zizhong lit the cigarette, looked up at the C-level Japanese zombie horde only about 100 meters away, disdainfully put the cigarette in his mouth, and then lit it.

The cigarette was lit, and tiny flames began to burn at the end of the cigarette.

The cold wind blew up the red cloth at the end of the "Slay the Bandits" sword, making it look like a red flag, and also scattered the flame at the end of the cigarette, making it look like a spark.

Zhang Zizhong took off his octagonal military cap, stuffed cigarettes and a lighter inside, and then added a group photo of himself and his squad leader. In his eyes, the pack of cigarettes was just as precious as the old photograph.

Zhang Zizhong folded his military cap neatly, placed it behind his back, and patted it gently.

After confirming that there were no problems, Zhang Zizhong turned to look at the C-level Japanese zombie horde.

At this point, they were less than 50 meters away from Zhang Zizhong.

But Zhang Zizhong remained as steady as a mountain. This is the kind of veteran who has seen countless life and death, and is not afraid of death!

"hiss--!"

Zhang Zizhong took a deep drag of his cigarette, which visibly shortened over time.

"call--!"

Zhang Zizhong exhaled a long puff of smoke, which quickly dissipated with the cold wind.

Zhang Zizhong understood why the old squad leader and the older brothers all liked to smoke a cigarette before going on a mission.

When you are about to face death, your mind will be under high tension. Lighting a cigarette can calm you down instantly.

Smoking before battle is an unspoken ritual among veterans, who sometimes smoke one cigarette after another, mainly to calm their emotions and concentrate.

After a battle, the surviving veterans would tacitly take out their treasured cigarettes and hand them to their comrades and new recruits.

Zhang Zizhong became a smoker because of this...

*Pfft!*

The Great Sword for Slaying Bandits was pulled up by Zhang Zizhong, who was smoking a cigarette, which brought up countless yellowed grass blades. The cold wind quickly blew these cut grass blades away.

At this moment, the C-level Japanese zombie was less than 20 meters away from Zhang Zizhong!

"rustle--!"

Zhang Zizhong dragged his "Slaying Bandit Broadsword," the tip of which left a brownish-yellow mark on the yellowing grass, as the grass blades were cut, revealing the soil underneath.

Zhang Zizhong slowly walked towards the group of about 50 C-level Japanese zombies, while the red portal continued to pour out C-level Japanese zombies.

Suddenly! Zhang Zizhong raised his "Slay the Bandits" broadsword, his forearm muscles bulging as if small snakes were winding across his forearm.

He stomped his feet hard on the grass, and suddenly his figure disappeared!

'Bang!'

The grass suddenly collapsed, forming two deep pits.

A strong wind swept through, blowing up the scattered, dark yellow grass leaves.

Zhang Zizhong's physique is already as high as 190. These two deep pits were created by his extreme exertion of force when he stepped on the ground!

The reason he suddenly disappeared was not because he was particularly agile; it was because he suddenly accelerated by exerting force with his legs, making it appear as if he vanished from the spot.

next moment!

Numerous "pfft" sounds rang out!

The blade flashed through the horde of corpses, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

A veteran in a blue coarse cloth military uniform is wielding his knife recklessly amidst a horde of C-level Japanese zombies!

For Zhang Zizhong, the C-level Japanese zombies were nothing; they could be dealt with in one strike. However, there were simply too many of them.

Although the number of C-level Japanese zombie corpses under Zhang Zizhong's feet was increasing, Zhang Zizhong also suffered various bite and scratch wounds.

He was infected with the zombie virus.

This ecological park, situated by the river and bathed in the autumn colors, should have been a wonderful place to relax and enjoy the scenery, but now a bloody storm has broken out here.

The civilians could only see Zhang Zizhong constantly swinging his knife amidst the horde of zombies, chunks of flesh and dark brown blood flying out, quickly turning the grassy area dark red, with several other spots still bright red.

Zhang Zizhong quickly killed all 50 or so C-level Japanese zombies.

It was only at this time that ordinary people could see what this 80-year-old veteran had gone through.

The women turned their heads away, too afraid to look, and the two little girls began to cry.

The men clenched their fists, wanting to rush forward, but were stopped by a single look from Zhang Zizhong.

If these civilians rush up at this moment, it's no different from suicide, and they might even attract the attention of the Japanese zombies.

Zhang Zizhong had lost a lot of blood and didn't want to run around killing Japanese chickens anymore. He was happy to let them rush towards him one by one!

Zhang Zizhong, covered in scratches and bite marks, was kneeling on one knee on the pile of corpses. If it weren't for his strong physique and powerful willpower, he would have collapsed long ago with such severe injuries.

Zhang Zizhong leaned on his knife in his right hand. His blue coarse cloth military uniform had turned dark red, stained with both zombie blood and his own.

The blade of this "Kill the Bandits Greatsword" was covered in dark red blood, and several pieces of flesh were slowly sliding down the blade.

The red cloth on the hilt of the knife had darkened further, yet it still stubbornly fluttered in the wind, just like Zhang Zizhong, stubbornly refusing to fall.

Upon closer inspection, it appears that some blood is seeping into the [Bandit-Slaying Greatsword].

Zhang Zizhong could have easily left this instance, but he didn't even consider it.

If his old squad leader and the other Chinese soldiers didn't retreat back then, then of course he couldn't retreat either!

Zhang Zizhong looked up at the increasing number of C-level Japanese zombies. He felt his eyelids were heavy, he felt so tired, and he just wanted to fall asleep.

He could only keep smoking and exhaling smoke to delay the feeling of fatigue.

But... after finishing the last puff of the cigarette... the flame had already burned the cigarette butt...

The cigarette's finished, and the blood's almost drained too...

This is utterly hopeless!

suddenly!

The bugle call to charge sounded behind Zhang Zizhong!

Zhang Zizhong, who had almost fallen into a deep sleep, suddenly opened his eyes wide.

His sleepiness vanished completely, leaving only boiling blood and a death-defying spirit etched into his DNA!

Zhang Zizhong turned his head quickly and incredulously to look behind him, his eyes, which had been filled with murderous intent, now turning slightly red...