Chapter 1954: Chapter 1954

Cloud Gorge Base, the glaring light coming from the south made it seem like day in the middle of the night, with its colossal structure shimmering in a somewhat cold array of colorful lights.

Here, people no longer knew when it was day or night; only the atmosphere of fear before the Apocalypse enveloped the entire city.

The piercing and damned alarm had been ringing for who knows how long, it seemed to never stop, always present, and gradually people seemed to get used to it. Occasionally, a broadcast voice was heard, and sometimes soldiers moved against the crowd.

[Expected tomorrow at 18:00, the second Zombie King will approach Cloud Gorge Base. Brave warriors, tell me, do you fear death!]

[That’s right, pick up our weapons, embrace the resolve to die! Let our lives burn the brightest flames!]

[Warriors, go all out! The answer for our civilization lies in the final moment! Be a hero who never looks back! Let our names leave a heavy mark in this weighty book of history!]

[Warriors, the path from Yellow Springs to Jasper Lake—is the road of heroes!]

As the last sentence of the broadcast’s rousing voice echoed, the crowded crowd suddenly erupted into chaos, with soldiers suddenly raising their weapons high overhead, shouting, "The road from Yellow Springs to Jasper Lake, is the road of heroes!"

With that shout, other soldiers could no longer control their emotions, and also raised their weapons, shouting, "The road from Yellow Springs to Jasper Lake, is the road of heroes!"

"The road from Yellow Springs to Jasper Lake! Is the road of heroes!"

"The road from Yellow Springs to Jasper Lake..."

At this last moment, as they were about to confront the Zombie King, they could only vent their inner tension and fear in this way.

The people crowded on the street stopped, someone lifted their head and looked at these soldiers with complex expressions, but soon lowered it again, their eyes turning numb once more. They felt ashamed because they had no courage to directly face those utterly invincible enemies, nor the courage to die for a sliver of hope.

Just ordinary folks, they could only hope someone would step up, rather than themselves facing danger.

At this moment, a soldier approached a young man who looked about thirty, took out two cigarettes from a box, put one in his mouth, and handed the other to the man, speaking, "Aren’t you going to say goodbye to her?"

The man toyed with a magnetic card in his hand, gazing at the platform separating from the main platform in the distance, where a huge military transport plane was, inside which was his lover.

Hearing the soldier beside him speak, he shook his head and put away the card, "No, going would only add to my worries."

The soldier, hearing this, showed a smile of indiscernible meaning, "Is that really what you think?"

The man didn’t speak further, after lighting a cigarette and taking a puff, he fell silent, his expression complex and difficult to describe. He seemed to see a tear-streaked face in a window of the massive transport plane, looking at the confused and desperate people below, searching for his own figure.

But, he couldn’t go over, couldn’t say goodbye. When the transport plane started, ascending, and gradually became smaller in his sight, the man silently thought to himself:

"Girl, don’t waste your tears on me..."

The soldier who knew the man well didn’t say more, just squatted down and honestly enjoyed the satisfaction nicotine brought, understanding well and having experienced what is called love, knowing those in love are always anxious about gains and losses.

"What will you do next?" Suddenly, the man with calmed emotions asked aloud.

The soldier was taken aback, casually replied, "What else can I do? We’ll have to gather again at eleven, it seems we’re going overnight to Yunchuan City, they’ve already established the first line of defense in the north at Chenyang United City."

"Confident in coming back alive?" The man asked, but upon hearing the question, the soldier seemed a bit impatient, "Don’t ask me, I don’t know, can we come back alive? Hehe, all I know is, once we part, we’ll never meet again..." The soldier’s tone paused, then relaxed to comfort, "Brother, don’t worry about me, I’ve inquired, it seems Chenyang has help from a Silver Armor Corpse flood, the pressure isn’t as big as expected."

"Oh? So the Zombie King on our side isn’t our enemy?"

"Who knows, the whole north is full of Silver Armor Corpses, the mayor doesn’t care. It seems a bit true, but who can be sure of such things."

"Let’s hope so... If another Zombie King comes, I’d rather end it myself sooner."

"Alright, what will you do next?" The soldier tossed away the cigarette butt.

"Go to a bar and have some drinks." The man licked his lips, thinking carefully about it, it seemed he had never been drunk in this lifetime, maybe only now he wanted to try what it felt like to be drunk...

"Haha, I envy you," the soldier jokingly said, but in fact, there was no envy at all. This man indeed had some privileges that he himself didn’t have, but those privileges were exchanged with life.

He used his life so that the one he loved could legally leave Cloud Gorge Base as a new human, he used his life to earn the chance to be utterly drunk before death.

"Well then, I won’t bother you anymore, I’m off, time’s almost up, gotta go gather." The soldier patted the man’s shoulder, turned, and walked towards the already assembled ranks of soldiers in the distance, while the man stood for a moment, watching the soldier’s back, sighing lastly, he also tossed away the burnt-out cigarette and headed towards an empty street.

The dazzling light from the Zombie King illuminated the earth, streetlamps emitting a dim yellow light seemed to barely exist.

Under the streetlamp, there was a bar, its door open, with few customers inside, no longer the usual bustle, people just drank, some passed out drunk over the table, snoring.

As the man entered, a little boy looking about ten years old ran over.

"What would you like to order, sir?"

The man sat down, looking at the young boy, warmly asked, "Do you have any strong spirits, the stronger the better."

The boy found it difficult, finally returned with a slightly embarrassed reply, "I’m sorry, sir, we have no spirits, how about some homemade mixed liquor?"

"Alright, just bring plenty, money is not an issue."

"..." The boy hesitated a moment, but in the end said nothing, and ran into the kitchen.

After the boy left, the man intended to take out his phone to pass the time, but just as he took it out, he paused, noticing something wasn’t quite right. He keenly sensed something eerie about the atmosphere in this bar, though it didn’t seem aimed at him.