I Sound the Rally Call in the Doomsday World

Wang Xianfeng closed the prompt box expressionlessly. He already has the Apache, but tanks are nothing. The system said his life would be ten times better than the last days. Steel walls, unlimited ammunition, endless supplies - this is not the end of the world, this is a vacation. Until he ate eggs for two months, played stand-alone games for two months, and talked to old hens for two months. He's had enough. When the zombies poured into the survivor base 160 kilometers away, Wang Xianfeng stepped on the accelerator. The machine gun on the roof spits flames into the night. This is not a rescue. This is what he found for himself - the reason to live.