Liaodong Epidemic Record

[Doomsday Survival] [Disaster Realism] [Zombie Rising] [Ancient Zombies] In the seventeenth year of Yonghe's reign, frost fell. Fushun Pass, Liaodong. Shen Yanping of a hundred households has been guarding the side wall for seventeen years. He has seen Jurchen scimitars and the wind and snow in Mobei, but he has never seen such "refugees" - they poured in from the direction of Goryeo. This is not an act of God. This is a man-made disaster. There were three hundred exhausted soldiers at Fushun Pass, facing a wave of tens of thousands of corpses outside the city. Shen Yanping had no choice: to wait until they died. The food was only enough for ten days, the fuel had been burned out, and the door was cracked with a hand-wide opening. In the land of Liaodong behind him, the city of Liaoyang was destroyed, Guangning collapsed, and there was no news from the imperial court. A lonely pass, a group of remnant soldiers, and a military household crawling out from among the dead. They are not guarding the emperor's side, but the lives of living people. But how long can he hold on? "The first long night on the wall has not yet passed. On the hills in the distance, a huge shadow is slowly standing up."