The sky is just bright, and the dawnlights are shining from the east to the streets of the safe area. The silhouettes of the small trees and street lights are spread out on the golden-orange stone floor. The chaotic shadows are intertwined, like a picture. A warm painting of golden orange tones. The breeze from the far side of the ground line enters the small town after the massacre, flowing in the complex alleys of the Jiugong, and adding various smells to the environment flowing through. Weed dust, **** stench, smoke and fire. Medicine.

The noise of the cockroaches was uploaded from the eaves of the head and the wires that crossed the sky. The crows that were black and feathered in the morning light shone prematurely out of the nest, their small eyes were on their small heads. The center turned, as if looking at the pile of stinking corpses mixed with the blood of the river and the wolves.

In all corners of the town, there are long and lingering mourning birds, and for the rest of the town, the sadness of the death of the creatures has been added.

The sweeping work was carried out in an orderly manner. Everyone in the mercenary squad held a loudspeaker in the civilized era, and the civilians who hid in high-decibel voices screamed out from inside the building. The ease of confession, the unprecedented use of food as a reward, organize civilians to deal with the bodies of the streets. Sacks, shrouds, or simply human arm-handling tools, these dead wolves are killed alive, the bodies of civilians of all kinds of horrors are moved to the outside of the town to dig pits.

On the west side of the town is a cemetery that has been used 50 years ago. A slightly sloping cross is inserted in the front of the cemetery. There is a handwriting of the "rest" written by a metal blade. The cemetery uses a simple broken wooden stake as a boundary pillar. Around an area of ​​more than ten acres, but where the town is dead, the body will eventually be sent to the graveyard to dig the pit. After a decent death, there will usually be a family member who will give him a wooden board or a piece of pre-life clothing as the grave of the deceased. As for the unaccompanied, most of the mercenary team will be buried without leaving any traces.

The soil in the graveyard is darker than the ordinary soil. As if the dead body's body is broken down by the mutated bacteria in the soil, the color of the bone powder penetrates into the soil and is integrated into it. And if there is a light rain and pattering on the graveyard, the soil gap in the graveyard after the rain often overflows with a black liquid that is extremely stinky. When people or animals take a sip, it seems that all three days and three nights of food are vomiting. . No one dared to enter the graveyard at this time because people were worried about the infection of the mutated corpse.

There is no rain in the town after the war. This is fortunate. The golden orange morning light crossed the thin clouds and spread over the graves of Zhenxi. The glittering gold chips fell on the side of dozens of planks, showing the two sides of light and dark on the last trace of one person's life.

At this moment, hundreds of civilians smashed their bodies or shovel, and dug graves in the burial grounds where the bodies were not buried. The bodies that were queued up in the long river were successively poured into the deep pits of the excavation. The soil and rolling in the potholes The dead body rubbed and squeaked. The civilians began to fill the soil until a pit was filled. Reciprocate with this.

The three mercenaries headed by Zhou Qing were responsible for the work order of the cemetery. The morning light would be the golden back of Zhou Qing’s back, and his entire front was hidden in the shadow of the backlight.

The air is full of blood and rancid smell, but Zhou Qing will not vomit, just quietly watching some civilians carrying the body ran to the corner to retching after completing a cycle. In the place where the light could not reach, his thin face was hung with two dry tear marks. He tried hard to supervise and supervise, because if he stopped, there would be a sad and numb feeling coming to his throat, as if Kill him.

This kind of feeling stems from the nature of human beings. Human beings are social animals. Faced with a large number of similar deaths around them, there will be inevitable grief from nature. This grief is like a spiritual plague, pervasively eroding everyone in the town who suffered from this night of the wolf night.

Wu Qi is also infected, but it is not obvious. In the deep black sea-like eyes of his waves, there has never been a void and numbness. Only a little bit of grief is hidden inside, and a gray mark is placed at the tip of the heart.

He and Lao Li were responsible for carrying the body of the wolf, and after moving 31 or intact or defective bodies to the door of the camp in Area A, Wu Qi shouldered his bag and carried a long knife wrapped in animal skin on his right. Walk alone on the clean, bright streets of Golden Orange. The sun warms up the back of the spine, no longer like the night, always touched by the cold wind.

The mouth of the bag was loosened, and the small head of July was drilled out of the mouth. The small nose tried to **** the clean air around it. It licked the skin around the neck of Wu Qi with a small fur claw, and half of the body crawled out. Then stand on Wu Qi's left shoulder.

In the previous battle, July was quietly hidden in the bag from the beginning to the end and was carried by Wu Qi. Because Wu Qi did not dare to put a small red fox to place a single, in case of a fear of wolf ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ it can not help themselves. Now it is also considered to bring it out to breathe.

Walking, Wu Qi inadvertently saw the old Kang Kang who was curled up in the corner of the street and leaned against the door of an abandoned shop. His body was wrapped in a dilapidated deep purple cotton coat, and his body seemed to be very cold, and he was still shaking slightly.

Wu Qi consciously walked quietly to the vicinity of Laokang, only to see the place that was previously blocked by Lao Kang's body. There was a young man who quietly leaned on the shoulders of Lao Kang. The youth is dressed in a military green mercenary uniform. His face is no more than a rough, wrinkled old-fashioned, young and tender, mature and angular.

Only the young eyes were closed, the chest was not ups and downs, and even a huge black fly stopped near his temple. He did not reach out and waved, as if he was tired and tired. The golden orange morning light shines half brightly on his young face, half dark, and the young hands are placed on the arched legs, a long beak. The gun is placed flat between the thigh and the abdomen. Void. The huge red mark spread on the mercenary uniform that had been torn in his chest and had been dry for a long time.

This young Wu Qi has some impressions, called A Bing.

He died in battle, and perhaps this is why there are no civilian bodies near this street.

Wu Qi don't overdo it, don't bother Lao Kang's departure. In July's small eyes, the shining morning light was reflected. It sat on Wu Qi's shoulder and did not make a little noise.

The shadow of one person and one fox was pulled slender and disappeared at the end of the street under the golden orange morning light.

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