The light before dawn peeked out from the horizon.
The zombies' actions began to slow down as if the sunlight cursed them under a seal. Their bloodthirsty vibe began to fade and was replaced by a soulless sluggishness.
The soldiers on the wall were on the verge of tears the moment the sun broke the horizon.
With the bayonet on their rifles, the soldiers with their last remaining energy penetrated the throat of the zombies on the wall, used the stock of the rifle to crush the zombies' head, and kicked them down the wall.
Although the zombies were still moving slowly toward the wall, they no longer had any momentum. The zombies at the back already stopped moving while only the zombies at the front tumbled forward driven by their instincts.
Finally, at the moment when the sun rose entirely above the horizon, the last zombie on the wall had its throat pierced and collapsed down.
