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

"Da da, da—!"

Countless bullets with crimson trails of flame rained down from the roof of the bus.

The three PLA soldiers were surrounded by Japanese zombies like leeks, while the Gatling gun bullets were like the Grim Reaper's scythe.

The giant scythe of death swept across the chive patch, and the Japanese zombies fell neatly to the ground.

Moreover, the bullets precisely avoided the three PLA soldiers, without accidentally injuring them at all.

The gunfire stopped in just five or six seconds.

All the Japanese zombies around the bus fell down, not one survived. Even if a few fearless ones occasionally appeared from the surrounding area, they were still taken down by the Gatling gun in the rain.

He can get headshots with every shot using a Gatling gun, making players who enjoy shooting games extremely envious!

The survival coins flew towards the bus with a clang.

Dark brown blood spread across the gray-white road surface, converging into a small stream flowing downstream.

The barrels of the two Gatling guns were still rotating slightly, with wisps of white smoke rising from their muzzles, like two giant dragons that had just breathed fire, with white smoke slowly billowing from their mouths.

The three PLA soldiers remained prone, their eyes quickly scanning the corpses of the Japanese zombies around them.

Only after confirming that no more zombies were coming up did they stand up again.

The young soldier at the very back of the inverted triangle formation breathed a slight sigh of relief.

His name is Lin Xiaobei. He is a new recruit in the reconnaissance platoon. He has only been in the army for a year and a half and is the youngest in the platoon.

Lin Xiaobei lowered the muzzle of his QBZ-191 assault rifle and then looked up at the bus.

When Lin Xiaobei saw the neatly arranged Gatling guns, mortars, and laser turrets on the roof of the vehicle, his eyes widened noticeably, and his pupils trembled up and down.

The 10 Gatling guns, 4 heavy mortars, and 4 ice laser towers gleamed with a cold metallic luster under the sunlight, exuding an undeniable sense of intimidation.

Lin Xiaobei had no doubt that if the Gatling gun bullet had missed even a fraction of its mark, his teammates would have been left scavenging for scraps in the hail of bullets when they came to collect his body...

Lin Xiaobei also discovered that no one was operating these weapons on the roof of the bus, so he knew that these were AI-controlled attack modules!

Lin Xiaobei gasped sharply, knowing that this vehicle was definitely level 6 or higher.

Regarding vehicle information, the Chinese military carefully compiled a training manual based on information provided by players who survived the first nine batches of the highway crossing, and this became essential knowledge for the People's Liberation Army.

However, the official order is that knowledge about these vehicles cannot be shared with players, as it will be erased by the system.

That's when Lin Xiaobei realized that anything with an AI-controlled attack module must be at level 6 or higher.

This is only the third day of the tenth batch of players, right? This bus is already at least level 6?!

This vehicle upgrade speed is faster than the previous 9 batches of players!

This is like a heifer getting a senior citizen's certificate—it's incredibly impressive!

Lin Xiaobei looked at Zhou Weiguo, the squad leader to his right, swallowed hard, and spoke in a trembling voice:

"Squad leader...that attack module on the roof of the vehicle..."

"If this vehicle can help hold the nearest West Gate... then the brothers at West Gate won't have to jump down with cluster bombs."

Lin Xiaobei was clearly saddened and angry when she said this.

Lieutenant Colonel Li Xiaoyao's mental strength was insufficient, so she could no longer suppress the zombie horde from the air.

She could only guard the North Gate, where the zombie horde was the largest and where the most A-level tank zombies were located, together with her comrades.

Other city gates also had A-level tank zombies, so the People's Liberation Army soldiers had no choice but to risk their lives to guard the city gates once again.

Lin Xiaobei tightened his grip on the rifle slightly, the images of those people jumping down again with cluster bombs lingering in his mind.

They are all my comrades-in-arms!

Because he was the youngest and unmarried, he didn't get a chance to blow up the A-class tank zombies.

As a scout and sniper, Lin Xiaobei's mission was to bring back intelligence alive. So he could only watch as his former comrades-in-arms jumped off the city wall one by one with cluster bombs, or risked their lives to rush towards the A-level tank zombies.

Every explosion that rang out at the gates of Jinlin City, every name that was called out, caused him a pang of pain.

The images of those who resolutely chose to sacrifice themselves for the country and the people were deeply etched in Lin Xiaobei's heart.

One day, he too will become a veteran who puts new recruits behind him, and he too will become one of those resolute figures standing tall and unwavering.

When the system notified that the dungeon was about to appear, the commander issued a mission to contact the players, because only the awakened ones could better kill the A-level tank zombies.

Lin Xiaobei didn't want more of his comrades to leave, and he also wanted to contribute more, so he applied for this high-risk mission that involved contact with players, even though he knew that if he left the protection of the city walls, he would be trapped by Japanese zombies.

In the end, the class monitor couldn't persuade Lin Xiaobei, whose eyes were red with tears, to join.

Lin Xiaobei didn't care about sacrifice; he just wanted to get the players who had reached Jinlin City to the nearest West Gate as quickly as possible, so that perhaps not so many comrades would need to jump down with cluster bombs at the West Gate.

Zhou Weiguo, the squad leader of the reconnaissance platoon, raised his left hand and gestured for the bus to move forward:

"Stay alert, I'm going to make contact with the player."

"Xiao Bei, find a high vantage point to set up your gun."

"Tiezhu, you and Xiaobei form a crossfire."

Zhou Weiguo had dark skin and a light scar on his left eyebrow. His rank, as displayed on his PLA uniform, was sergeant.

Lin Xiaobei took a deep breath and suppressed the extraneous thoughts.

He took down the QBU-191 precision marksman rifle from behind him, which was equipped with a 6-12x variable magnification white light scope.

He skillfully and quickly climbed the tallest tree in the area, set up his rifle, and locked onto the area around the bus through the scope.

Meanwhile, another teammate, Zhao Tiezhu, crouched to the right and behind Zhou Weiguo, forming a 45-degree crossfire angle with Lin Xiaobei.

Even if a group of Japanese zombies appeared at this moment, the two of them could hold out for a while.

Zhou Weiguo, holding a gun, approached the slowly coming to a stop of the bus.

He was surprised to find that there was only one boy in the car, and the rest were girls.

As Zhou Weiguo approached, he realized that this bus was much bigger than a regular bus or truck; even the tires were almost as tall as his head!

What made Zhou Weiguo's pupils shrink sharply was that the roof of this bus not only had 10 Gatling guns, but also 4 heavy hammer mortars and 4 ice laser turrets, and all of them were S-class!

Zhou Weiguo couldn't help but curse under his breath:

"Holy crap! What kind of setup is this?! It's all S-rank attack modules?!"

Zhou Weiguo had contact with the tenth batch of players.

He once carried out a mission to eliminate a horde of zombies.

That mission was a dungeon that the system suddenly opened, requiring his reconnaissance squad to cooperate with a player to clear out the horde of zombies.

The player was driving a level 3 pickup truck with a level C Gatling gun mounted on the roof. There seemed to be a simple little house pattern painted on the passenger side windshield of the pickup truck.

This level 3 vehicle was the highest-level vehicle Zhou Weiguo had seen among the tenth batch of players.

Zhou Weiguo still remembers that player's name is Gu Yu.

He was a young man in his early twenties, wearing black-rimmed glasses, a black trench coat, and carrying a Tang-style horizontal sword on his back.

This young man didn't talk much, but he was incredibly hardworking when it came to killing zombies.

Zhou Weiguo clearly saw the look in Gu Yu's eyes when he looked at those zombies; it was a look of extreme desire to become stronger.

Even though the young man's face and arms were covered in scrapes and bruises, his eyes, filled with an unwavering desire to become stronger, never wavered.

It was as if something was compelling him to move forward.

He didn't allow himself to stop and catch his breath.

Just keep striving to become stronger!

Gu Yu's desperate attitude made even the veteran Zhou Weiguo's scalp tingle.

Everyone has their own story, and everyone has their own path to walk. Zhou Weiguo didn't want to pry too much, but he did admire Gu Yu, this young man.