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eavy machine gun on the ground but couldn't succeed.
burns, detachment, internal injuries, and fractures are all tormenting Lin Er, who feels extremely weak.
the zombie not far away was rushing towards him, and Lin Er felt a sense of sadness in his heart. he had been strong for a lifetime and had never expected to die here.
the boiling heart returned to tranquility, and all the floating flowers and shadows of the past flashed through my mind. Lin Er closed his eyes and waited for death. Suddenly, a gust of knife wind passed by Lin Er's ear, causing a burning pain on his face. Feeling tangible pain, Lin Er opened his eyes, but saw a blade of light confusing his eyes. At this moment, hu Kaiqing killed himself from the corpse mountain, and where the blade passed, his head flew, his feet were broken, and his hands were scattered in the sky. hu Kaiqing killed Lin Er and stood his knife on the ground. the alloy made ground was unexpectedly pierced by a long knife made of unknown material, which was stable but did not fall.
hu Kaiqing lifted one arm and Lin Er was caught on his shoulder. Father hu carried Lin Er on his shoulder, holding a knife in his hand, and galloped away with a difficult motion, leaving behind a group of corpses closely following him.
Looking back at that front, apart from zombies, there were no longer any signs of living people. the soldiers who had fought, their fresh faces, and unyielding warriors had now bee a pile of wreck
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