The soldiers began firing first, followed by artillery shells from the battery vehicles, using airburst scattershots to sweep away all life in their path.
The waves of zombies crashed against an unseen wall, unable to break through no matter how hard they tried, until the last zombie was shot dead forty yards in front of Malin.
Behind him, the delighted voices of army medics rose up, and next to Malin, he saw the half-grown cadet open his eyes. He looked very weak but glanced around, finding no enemies, only allies in sight.
Malin went over to the corpse of the zombie and retrieved his rifle, then walked over to the cadet who was sitting up, and tapped the long sword on the trench: "Is this your sword?"
"Yes, yes, sir." The young man was too weak to see Malin clearly, but he quickly answered.
"It was this gentleman's divine medicine that saved you." The young medic didn't understand what medicine Malin had given, but its effects were clear to see.
