The soldiers' eyes widened in shock when they saw their captain flip in the air and jump into the zombies. They wanted to rush in and help him, but they were already struggling under the zombies' attack.
They were exhausted, and even if they rushed over, they would only become a burden to their captain.
With this realization, they could only continue to kill zombies while praying for their captain's safety inwardly.
Unaware of his men's thoughts, the man landed on a zombie's head and used the movement force and his weight to break the zombie's skull.
Duagh! Crack!
As the zombie's head hit the ground, its skull broke and crushed into a pulp beneath his black military boots. The next moment, he pulled his longsword out of its sheath and slashed it in a powerful horizontal arc—beheading several zombies in a single stroke.
As blackened blood splattered around him, he assessed the situation. More zombies were pouring in from every direction and there was no sign of the end of it.
Sensing the incoming sharp claws from the surroundings, he crouched, then executed a wide low roundhouse kick, sweeping multiple zombies off their feet.
Duagh!
The zombies fell backward, bumping into the zombies behind them, and another group of zombies lost their footing and began to fall to the ground like dominoes.
While the zombies were struggling to get up, he swung his longsword at the zombies' heads. Each swing of his longsword sent heads rolling to the ground.
After killing a group of zombies, he moved toward the gate and killed zombies along the way. His movements are agile and his attacks are sharp and efficient.
As more and more zombies were killed, the scent of blood in the air drove the surrounding zombies into a frenzy. Their guttural roars filled the night as they rushed in, clawing and pouncing wildly.
The ground under his boots was covered with blood and rotten flesh, but he continued swinging his longsword as if he was killing chickens and not zombies. When he finally reached the entrance, he pulled the large gate with all his strength, trying to close it.
As long as he closed the gate, he and his soldiers would be able to rest and recover their strength.
Unfortunately, the number of zombies was too much. Before he could secure the lock, two zombies managed to slip into the small opening and lunged at him from either side.
"Roar! Roar!"
The moment he senses the danger, he lets go of his hand holding the gate. He swung his longsword in a deadly arc—beheading the zombie on his right side—then pivoting and delivering a strong kick to the one on his left.
Duagh! Crack!
The force of his attack sent the zombie flying several meters away, and the sound of broken bones was heard on impact. Seizing the brief opening, he grabbed the gate and slammed it shut.
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