I Have a Mansion in the Post-apocalyptic World

The zombies’ actions began to slow down as if the sunlight cursed them under a seal. Their bloodthirsty vibe began to fade and was replaced by a soulless sluggishness.

The soldiers on the wall were on the verge of tears the moment the sun broke the horizon.

With the bayonet on their rifles, the soldiers with their last remaining energy penetrated the throat of the zombies on the wall, used the stock of the rifle to crush the zombies’ head, and kicked them down the wall.

Although the zombies were still moving slowly toward the wall, they no longer had any momentum. The zombies at the back already stopped moving while only the zombies at the front tumbled forward driven by their instincts.

Finally, at the moment when the sun rose entirely above the horizon, the last zombie on the wall had its throat pierced and collapsed down.

Almost at the same time, behind the frontline soldiers, the third line of defense was finally completed. The wall was 15 meters higher than the second wall. Although not as magnificent as the giant wall, it was enough to keep Pingan Street safe for the night.

Han Junhua immediately ordered when she saw the sun rising.

“Soldiers withdraw from the front line, get logistics to prepare meals. Fighters will continue to airstrike the zombies near the wall…”

A communications soldier ran in from outside the military camp as she was giving out orders.

Han Junhua asked as she looked to the direction of the door.

“Is there something wrong?”

“It’s news from Line 0, it is the General’s order.”

The communication soldier saluted and conveyed Jiang Chen’s order.

Han Junhua nodded and motioned that he could leave.

With her arms wrapped around her chest, she thought for a moment before pressing her headset.

“Send 500 engineer soldiers to Line 0 along with all the engineering robots.”

“… Roger!”

After Han Junhua issued the last order, she let out a sigh of relief. She reached out and closed the holographic screen, and sat back down on the chair.

She barely rested for a moment during the night as she simultaneously commanded the battle on the surface and underground.

Now, she was at her limit.

With her arms on the table, her cold expression gradually softened. She only revealed the unsuspected expression in her sleep.

Her hair slipped off onto her thin but stiff shoulders. She gently moved her nose and put her face in her arms.

The thin lips muttered, and then drowsiness soon overwhelmed her.

“As long as you’re okay…”

…

Dragging their weary body down from the wall, they passed by the third line of defense and returned inside Pingan Street. Everyone looked exhausted. They were covered in dust and blood and looked like they were in a terrible state from afar.

Regardless, they had won. Although it was a difficult victory.

Many people’s shoulders were severely swollen. Even with the protection of the kinetic skeleton, a night of battle pushed their physical and mental strength to the absolute limit. Especially in the battle with zombies, unless the commander ordered to dump fuel, they didn’t have a moment to breathe.

Pulling the bayonet out from the still burning muzzle, the exhausted soldiers passed through the wall and just sat straight down on the ground. They did not have any energy to walk a step further.

The logistics company set up a shed on the edge of the wall with giant pots cooking congee.

The aroma of food diluted the bloody smell still lingering in the air. It made the soldiers, mercenaries, and survivors on the brink of collapsing regain their strength. With the support of their rifle, they limped toward the shed.

Breakfast was a thick, congee boiled with minced meat. Every spoon contained chunks of meat and was appetizing to eat. In addition, there were all you can eat buns and a small bag of pickles for every soldier, mercenary, and survivor who participated in the battle.

Based on the standard of the wasteland, this breakfast was extravagant.

It was precisely because of this that many local mercenaries and survivors shed their tears while devouring their food.

They were tears of excitement.

They always only ate two meals a day. Breakfast was a novelty to them.

The NAC soldiers were less emotional. They chewed down the buns and gulped down the congee. They would occasionally look up to look at the mercenaries and survivors taking small bites. To them, they looked like nomads that never experienced anything.

On the giant wall, Song Chenyu muttered to himself.

“Unbelievable, we actually did it.”

His clenched fists slowly relaxed as he looked at the zombies under the wall and the NAC officer standing next to him. Then he muttered.

“Yeah, we did it.”

A familiar voice came from behind him.

“Sir, your breakfast.”

A logistics soldier ran up the wall, put a plastic bag with canned food, buns, and congee on the table next to the NAC officer. He pumped his chest with his right hand and jogged away.

“Good lord, canned beef,” tearing open the canned aluminum lid and sniffing with his nose, the serious expression of the officer finally disappeared, he smiled at Song Chenyu, “Would you like some?”

“Is that okay?” Song Chenyu swallowed some of his saliva as he sniffed in the aroma.

“Of course,” The officer waved his hand and poked the bun into the can. He chewed on it while he pointed with his chin to the Pan-Asia Building. “Look at the flag there, we’re already brothers in the trenches.”

Song Chenyu followed the direction of his gaze and saw that the NAC flag had already risen above the Pan-Asia Building.

The flag of the Shangjing Survivors Alliance disappeared as if it never existed in the first place.

After two seconds of silence, Song Chenyu smiled and sat down on the opposite side of the officer. He reached out and took a bun from the plastic bag and opened another can of meat.

“If you say so.”

He was already prepared for this moment since last night. Therefore, when the flag appeared there, he did not even feel the slightest surprise.

In just two seconds, he got used to his change in identity.

“We are also comrades who have fought side by side. I’m here to talk to you and you can take in what you need. Don’t ask anything and don’t say anything” The officer chewed on the bun while glancing at him.

“Please,” Song Chenyu said.

“Our general rarely parachutes officials from NAC to serve at the local levels, and few people are willing to go to deserted places.” After the officer took gulp of the congee, he grinned. “Generally speaking, positions such as city defense chief is usually appointed to locals. We just control the military and everything else has autonomy. Hongcheng, Wu City, and Yizhou are all like this. It was like this in Hang City, but now NAC made it into a district.”

“You mean?” Song Chenyu’s eyes flickered.

“You looked after the South Gate right?” The officer grinned. “Do a good job and you can be the city defense chief.”

Song Chenyu was overjoyed and immediately thanked him.

“Thank you.”

Although the function was the same, he would be in charge of three more gates, and his status would obviously be different.

“Haha, we’re just chatting,” The officer waved his hand and smiled, “Now it’s up to you. I didn’t say anything.”

Song Chenyu couldn’t even bother to eat and immediately stood up.

Originally, he thought he would be demoted from his current position in a few days. He did not expect that he would be promoted. After the officer’s words, he already knew what he should do.

“Because of the intensity of the battle, I haven’t had time to ask for your name?”

“Zhu Dawei,” Zhu Dawei laughed. “Just call me Dawei.”