The End of the World: Chaos

"Sir Zemo, we need to reorganize our front line!" His deputy, Strong, was a strong man with a voice like a bell. Although he was unable to resist the gunfire around him, he still tried his best to convey orders to the Baron.

"Why rebuild? These traitors have been seduced by the charm of the Red Skull!" Zemo roared, his eyes cold with disappointment. One of his hands tightly grasped the bandage on his chest, while the other hand kept adjusting the gun in his hand. The shortage of equipment and the betrayal of his men made it almost impossible for him to focus on the battle.

"You are just blinded by the immediate interests!" Strong tried to comfort Zemo, his tone revealing helplessness, "We must persuade him to change his mind and not let these traitors succeed easily!"

At this moment, the figure of the Red Skull suddenly appeared at the other end of the battle. Seeing his appearance, the crowd around him became agitated, and some even abandoned their weapons and fled. Zemo felt a sharp pain in his heart, staring in disbelief at his subordinates who had shed blood for him in the past, but now they were running away like headless flies.

"What a mob! They are willing to join this madman!" Zemo cursed in hatred, with despair flashing in his eyes.

"We can't just sit there and wait for death!" Strong's eyes were determined as he began to give orders, "Everyone gather in front of me! Lord Zemo, I am willing to lead the charge!"

"Do you really believe it?" Zemo asked coldly. A glimmer of light flashed through his mind, but he knew that this light was as small as a candle flame.

"This is our only chance. How can we let the Red Skull succeed?" Strong nodded without hesitation, his voice full of passion and power. "Even if it's for the dead, we must fight for our oath!"

"If you can lead everyone to rekindle their courage, I may give you a chance..." Zemo's voice gradually softened, and he felt powerless to resist the sudden betrayal. He longed for power, any power! So he nodded, although he was unwilling in his heart, he had to choose to believe.

"Everyone! Listen up!" Strong stood on a higher place and shouted to the crowd. His voice became louder as the battle became more intense. "We are all under Baron Zemo and we have fought for the same goal! Your choice today is not only a rebellion against the Baron, but also a denial of your own beliefs!"

Some people in the crowd were hesitant, whispering, or tightening their weapons. Zemo felt relieved. Although he didn't know if he could get revenge, the situation was not out of control.

"The Red Skull is not a madman, but he should not be respected by us. This battle is beyond his control!" Strong continued to encourage. His voice gradually restored the fighting spirit of the people around him, and the strange atmosphere returned to the essence of the battle. "Avengers! Fight for the oath you once made!"

Looking at the team that was gradually regaining its morale, Zemo's anger rekindled. He knew that this battle was not a simple confrontation, but a contest of faith and loyalty.

"Strong, organize the formation and prepare for attack!" Zemo's voice was loud and firm, as if he had regained the majesty of his former baron.

"Yes, Lord Zemo!" Strong looked back at him firmly, as if rekindling everyone's fighting spirit.

As Zemo and Strong's troops gradually approached the Red Skull's camp, smoke and blood filled the air. Everyone's eyes revealed an unyielding determination, ready to reserve endless power for the upcoming conflict.

"Red Skull, I will show you what real fighting is!" Zemo roared, rushing towards the Red Skull who was still preparing for battle. In an instant, time seemed to freeze, and everyone was shocked by this powerful momentum.

"Take away those traitors! Let me see your loyalty!" The Red Skull responded with a sneer at this moment, welcoming Zemo's attack.

The two forces collided instantly, like a violent storm sweeping in. The battle underground became more intense, and the sound of weapons clashing echoed in the room, as if death had awakened at this moment.

Zemo warned himself that this battle was not one that could be easily escaped, and that he would do his best to save those betrayers who were on the brink of failure. He rekindled hope and courage in his heart and vowed never to back down again!

Time stopped here, and the sound of killing and the shouts of the crowd were heard, which seemed to be both encouraging and sad. Zemo silently swore in his heart: "For the beliefs of the past, I will fight with courage and never retreat!"

At this moment, Strong couldn't help but be excited: "Servants, start the attack and fight alongside me. The name of Baron Zemo will be revived!"

"Follow me and fight. No matter life or death tomorrow, tonight is all for glory!" Everyone responded. Although they were afraid in their hearts, they were still loyal as before, as if they saw the friendship of their former comrades again.

At this moment, the battle begins again, and the brave men raise their weapons and march towards the Red Skull camp one after another!

The oxygen in this dark place was getting thinner and thinner, but hope flickered in the eyes of every soldier. The Red Skull did not give in either, his face was stern, his eyes were full of contempt, and he seemed to care nothing about it.

"Come on! I am not afraid of your madness!" The Red Skull shouted loudly, and a group of traitors gathered behind him. He seemed to be more and more confident, but Zemo and Strong were not scared.

, Don't let them perish!" Zemo roared, rushed forward, and led everyone to attack the Red Skull's camp.