Chapter 1186 The City on which the Sun Never Sets

  The twenty-ninth night of the game

  The sky is dark and the climate is sultry, even the evening wind is hot.

  The hot wind floated into Pang Tong with the smell of rotting corpses.

  At night, there were occasional severe coughs from several families. In one of the most magnificent buildings, an old man covered with age spots was lying on the bed coughing violently.

   "Thank you, old man."

  Beside him stood a middle-aged man, holding a sand basin mixed with blood and phlegm, looking at him respectfully.

   "How is the epidemic under control?"

  The old man looked at the middle-aged man with cloudy eyes.

   "There are a lot of people who have escaped from the disaster, and we will definitely deal with these problems as quickly as possible."

"Um."

  The old man nodded, followed by another violent cough, "I'm about to die, let other people start preparing for me in the afterlife."

  When he was about to die, he had no idea of ​​control over other external objects. Lying on the hospital bed all day long, his mind was preoccupied with how to have a grand funeral in the future. "At that time, according to the usual practice, I will be buried with eighteen boys and girls."

  People outside could not survive long ago and began to eat human flesh, and Pang Tong was infected with the disease, but this old Xie was thinking about what to do after his death.

  The seemingly brilliant appearance must have its decay inside.

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  At this time, Pang Tongwai

  These well-fed people held weapons and approached Pang Tong silently.

  The first to be awakened were the refugees who were queuing outside and sleeping on the sand. They were startled at first, and then their expressions were different.

  Someone stared at them blankly and didn't bother to move more; someone noticed that something was wrong and thought about it, and wanted to sneak into Pangtong and report to the people inside.

   Then they heard the shout of someone spilling food from behind, most of the refugees stopped what they were doing and stretched out their hands excitedly. Pick up a piece of roasted cassava root in the sand.

   "If you want more food, just call us!"

  With the blessing of food, Lao Li and the others can be said to respond to everyone. Just like this, they still want to be Pang Tong's lackeys, and the refugees will kill them all when they leave the crowd.

   When they gathered all the people outside, the Pang Tong people who noticed the abnormality came late.

  They appeared pushing chariots, holding sophisticated weapons in their hands, and they were well-trained to face the refugees.

   "Push up the chariot!"

   "The archers are ready, let the arrows go!"

  …

  Pang Tong was commanded by a special leader and possessed better weapons. Before the refugees rushed up, they were repelled by a frightening rain of arrows.

  Most of the refugees who were tricked by cassava roots to rush forward just now fled in all directions. They are the people who have the least position and ideas.

  But the team formed in the refugee pile is different.

  They took out the wooden planks that had been prepared earlier and were removed from the original tent. Using wooden boards as shields and iron catalpa as spears, they organized themselves again and rushed forward.

  The people at the front are the death squads.

   They have no fear, no backing off. If the person in front dies, the people in the back row will pick up the plank by themselves, and then move forward, forward, and forward again.

   It's like a huge machine, moving at a relatively slow but absolutely directional speed.

   "Kill! Don't let them rush in!"

   Pang Tong's commander shouted that he was frightened by the battle. Although their weapons are sharp and their soldiers have high abilities, compared to the opponents who are not deadly, they lose half in terms of momentum alone.

  (end of this chapter)