Chapter 227 Funeral

  After the battle is over.

   Chu Guang asked people to count the casualties.

   There were 37 guards stationed at Jiujiu Farm, 25 were killed, 4 were seriously injured, and the rest were slightly injured.

  A total of 221 players participated in the battle, but only half of them actually met the enemy. Many reinforcements from the outpost had just arrived on the battlefield, and the previous battle was over.

  Except for the 4 people killed in the melee and 2 seriously injured, the rest were all minor injuries, even if motion sickness was counted, there were less than 10 of them.

  Since there is no irreversible damage, the injured player can just lie down in the training cabin of the refuge for a while, and it is not a big problem.

   As for the Predator, although the offensive was fierce at the beginning, as the players joined the battlefield, they were quickly pressed to the ground and rubbed against each other.

  A total of 107 people were annihilated, 40 of them were executed by mosquito cannons, and when the water was drawn to the edge to search them, only one of them was half-breathed. Because the picture was too hideous, Brother Bian couldn't bear to look at it, so he gave him a good time.

   In addition, there are more than forty people, half of them are seriously injured, and more than 40% are slightly injured.

   Slaughtering those who give up resistance is not a righteous act. The wrench did not execute these captives, but this does not mean forgiveness.

   One dead is too cheap for them.

  They should use their labor to repent in the ice and snow, reclaim the wasteland north of Linghu, until they pay for their sins or die.

  Because there were not enough cells, everyone was stuffed into a warehouse. The small ones didn’t even have a place to lie down, and the dark ones couldn’t reach their fingers.

  There was no medicine, not even a bandage for dressing. Some seriously injured prisoners lost their breath very quickly, and even if the other part were still alive, it would be difficult for them to survive the night.

  …

   On the other side, the guard station.

   Place the wounded in the house.

  The boy with a bandage on his stomach was lying on his back on a stretcher, weak and half breathed.

  He was shot at least twice in the stomach and had a piece of shrapnel lodged in his shoulder.

   With such a serious injury, in the wasteland with poor medical conditions, it is basically possible to issue a death certificate.

  He didn't feel too much sadness in his heart. When he picked up the gun, he thought he would die, but he didn't expect this day to come so soon.

  If I have any regrets, it’s probably that I didn’t drink that bowl of hot soup in the end.

  I really want to know what it tastes like...

   Just when he felt a little sleepy, he vaguely heard someone calling his name.

   "Lu Bei!"

   Trying to open his eyes a crack, Lu Bei saw a young man with a bandaged arm running towards him.

   "...Xu Shun?"

   "Lu Bei! Great, you're still alive!"

   Laughed weakly, Lu Bei was about to say something, but saw Xu Shun hurriedly took out a needle, and then stuck it in his arm.

   There was no tingling sensation.

   Lu Bei even wondered if there were any needles.

  Looking at the relieved friend, he hesitated a little and said.

"This is?"

   "Therapeutic needle! It was given to us by the administrator. It is said that as long as there is half a breath, it can be saved!"

  Xu Shun smiled, and continued speaking with relief.

   "It can be regarded as catching up! I thought it was too late!"

  Healing needle?

   Lu Bei was taken aback.

  Will that thing work?

   Just when he was thinking this way, the wounds on his stomach and shoulders were like ten thousand ants crawling over, and it was so itchy that people couldn't help but want to scratch them.

  Pain sensation began to return.

   This is a good thing.

   Lu Bei gradually felt that his cold body seemed to be warming up, and his originally trance consciousness gradually became awake.

  His eyes widened in disbelief.

   Really works? !

   It's amazing!

  Looking at Lu Bei who was gradually recovering, Xu Shun reached out to hold his arm and said excitedly.

   "Brother, are you feeling better?"

   Lu Bei nodded.

   "Much better...but I haven't got the shrapnel off my shoulder yet."

  Xu Shun said.

   "You are too weak now to have an operation, and the shrapnel may have to wait for a while to recover."

   Speaking of this, he sighed with emotion.

   "Hey, it's a pity that the pimple soup is all mushy, but it tastes good after reheating it. Do you think you can eat now? If you can, I'll get you a bowl."

   When Lu Bei heard that there was something to eat, he immediately regained his energy and reached out to support the bed board.

   "Go, let's go together."

"go together?"

  Before Xu Shun could react, he was surprised to see that his good brother, who was only half breathed a few minutes ago, sat up from the bed.

  Passing his belly, Lu Bei said with a smile.

   "I don't know, but it feels better... You see, it's not a problem at all."

   As he spoke, he jumped off the bed in a hurry, urging his friend.

   "Hurry up, it's getting cold again!"

   It wasn't just Lu Bei who recovered, the other three seriously injured guards also recovered with the help of treatment.

  However, although the healing needle can speed up the recovery, it cannot regenerate the severed limb, nor can it restore the burned skin to exactly the same as before.

   Lu Bei was probably the luckiest, the two bullets did not hit the vital point.

  If it is a little bit lower or a little bit higher, he will probably have to spend the rest of his life in regret.

   "Has all the medicine been distributed?"

  Standing at the gate of the guard station, Chu Guang found the wrench who was directing the aftermath.

This man is also a ruthless person. The polymer bulletproof plate hanging in front of the "Type Five" exoskeleton has been completely broken. He was shot in the left arm and right leg respectively, but he was driven by the exoskeleton tenaciously. Fight to the end.

   is different from a player.

   They have no impairment of pain perception.

   There is no second life either.

  This bravery deserves at least a silver medal!

   "It's already been sent..." Noticing the manager's gaze on his chest, Wrench looked down, his expression instantly a little ashamed, "Sorry, I broke the equipment you gave me."

   Chu Guang looked at him and said.

   "Hold your head up, you have done a good job. If the equipment is broken, you can repair it, and if you can't repair it, you can replace it with a new one, but you only have one life. I hope you can regard the latter as more important than the former."

  Four treatment needles, two boxes of anti-inflammatory drugs, and more than ten boxes of hemostatic bandages.

  In the past, Chu Guang despised the useless intermediate blind box, but this time it came in handy.

  However, this wave of consumption has almost emptied his medicine reserves.

  The battle is imminent.

   It seems that the points have been accumulated to 120 points, so let’s throw them on the intermediate blind box when I go back this time.

  Wrench showed a touch of emotion on his face.

   He knows how expensive the exoskeleton is after going to the store.

   Lifting his head, he said in a sonorous voice.

   "Yes, my lord!"

   Chu Guang looked at him and nodded approvingly.

   "Afterwards, I will have someone make a steel breastplate for you to replace."

   "Now, take me to see the wounded."

   "Yes!" Wrench nodded excitedly, leading the way.

   Just as the two were walking towards the inside of the guard station, a young man was slipping out of the station.

  The north wind was blowing outside, Lu Bei tightened his coat with many holes in it, and walked towards the north.

   A big battle broke out here just before, and the ground was covered with trampled snow and muddy water mixed with blood. Shocking footprints were **** the ground, not yet completely frozen.

  Several reinforcements from the guards stood nearby on duty, supervising several prisoners of war who dragged the corpses to the open space and lined up.

  The corpses are easily recognizable, the guards are all wearing black overcoats, and the looters are wearing an ugly fur.

  The bodies of the guards were covered with cloth or other things.

  The body of the looter is placed face up, and a truck will be towed away in a while.

  Corps will attract scavenging alien species, which are more likely to bring plagues, so they must be disposed of in time.

   Noticing the boy wrapped in a coat, a guard stepped up and urged him to leave.

   "Hey, what are you shaking here, go back quickly, be careful that the wound is frozen."

   Lu Bei muttered in a low voice.

   "I'll go back later, I'll find someone."

   Seeing the expression on his face, the guard was startled.

   After a moment of silence, he nodded.

   "Then hurry up."

"Thanks!"

   After nodding and thanking, Lu Bei trotted in immediately. After searching for a while among the dead, he finally found the person he was looking for.

   Breathing pauses slightly.

   Trembling fingers uncovered the sackcloth.

  Looking at the frosted wrinkles and eyebrows, Lu Bei's Adam's apple twitched. This time, he finally believed what his comrades told him.

   After a long silence without words, Lu Bei silently took out a still warm lunch box from his arms and placed it next to the old man's face.

   "...the captain told me that it takes more courage than facing the claws of death."

   "He also said, thanks to you, we responded immediately, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous."

   "He said that our enemies are much stronger than Bloody Hands, and defeating them is something to be proud of. We have not only defeated our enemies, but we have also defeated our past."

   "The captain also said a lot of things, but I can't remember them all. I just remember that the pimple soup is quite delicious, especially when it is just scooped out of the pot, the whole body is hot after one sip..."

   "...I put it here."

   Lu Bei was about to get up when he suddenly saw the whistle biting on the chapped lip.

   After being silent for a while, Lu Bei stretched out his hand and gently tugged at the whistle that was bitten by his teeth, and took it out of his mouth.

  Finding a pocket with no holes on the scarred overcoat, he carefully put it in and kept it.

"Thanks."

   "I will keep it for you."

   After saying something in a low voice, the boy covered him with a cloth, got up and gave a military salute, and walked towards the guard station...

  …

  Official website:

  【Announcement on the whole server: The emergency mission is over, thank you everyone, you have foiled the raid of the looters, the victory belongs to you! 】

  【Full server announcement: All players who respond to the mobilization will receive a bronze gear medal, and the team with the highest score will receive a silver gear medal. 】

  【Battle rewards will be settled later, I wish everyone a happy holiday. 】

  For the aborigines on the wasteland, the price of any victory is heavy.

   But for players who do not belong to this world, this is just a game after all.

  After taking off their helmets, they still have to eat unfinished dumplings, or reheat the cold takeaway, and they may still have unfinished work to do in a while.

  Chu Guang pondered for a long time, but in the end he didn't write down his heavy heart in the announcement.

  Today is New Year's Day.

   There is a funeral at dawn.

   The battle report can wait until tomorrow.

  Things other than the main line can be written in the setting collection of the official website information, or placed in the game as easter eggs for players to discover by themselves.

   They've done a good job.

   Dogs should not plan to torture humanity.

   Forum:

  Scrambled eggs with tomatoes: "Brothers, how is the situation on the front line? Is the team battle over?"

  Old Bai: "It's a lonely fight. When we rushed over from the outpost, the front has already been fought."

  Tail: "The tail is the first! This time it must be the MVP! (｀)Ψ"

  WC really has mosquitoes: "Don't think about it, the MVP must be me, I wiped out four teams by myself! (Show teeth

Tail:"!!"

  Battlefield atmosphere group: "Fuck?!"

  Ye Shi: "Fuck! Are you hanging up?!"

  Professor Yang, Thunder King: "If you don't understand, ask, how many people are in the fourth team?"

  Gust: "Predators are usually a team of ten..."

  Professor Yang, Thunder King: "Awesome!"

   Quit smoking: "I wipe, so strong?!"

  Irena: "Yes, yes, goblin technology is rising strongly. (Funny

  Yar, I want to go to the toilet and ask: "Amazing hammer! The cannon is ours! (Turn the table

Ye Ao Nai I He: "Laugh, that's all? It's less than a company. In my uncle's regiment, the weakest cook has a hundred lives in his hands. There are only forty, not even a rookie." .”

  Irena: "Brother, although we are a black forum, I don't want to talk nonsense. (Funny

  Ye Shi: "Just ask if you don't understand, your uncle is Hayerdin? (Funny

  …

  The funeral of the dead guard was held early the next morning.

  All the guards lined up at the north gate, fired three shots into the sky, and then loaded the bodies of the dead onto the truck.

  In waste soil, burying in the soil is equivalent to giving food to alien species. Many alien species have the habit of planing food and digging holes in the soil.

  If given the choice, almost no one would choose burial.

  The wish of most of the guards is to go to the iron furnace like those blue coats who helped them.

   There are also people who want to be cremated and have their ashes scattered in a lake, on a tall building, or where they once fought and defended.

  No one knows their last wishes better than their comrades-in-arms, and those who survive will do those "after things" for them.

   Stayed all the way to the end at the funeral.

  Before leaving, Chu Guang suddenly noticed that several players were also watching from a distance, and stayed until the end like him.

  Stop talking nonsense: "By the way... the NPC in this game is dead, can't it be refreshed?"

  Makabazi: "It should be. I remember that if the setting dies, it seems to be gone, but someone else will take their place."

   Don't talk too much and sigh.

"Why…"

  Makabazi glanced at him.

   "What's wrong bro? Emo early in the morning?"

  Stop talking nonsense: "It's nothing... I just counted around and found that there is one person missing."

   Ma Kabazi was surprised: "Hey, can you still remember their faces?"

  He is face-blind, and there are not many faces he can remember in reality, let alone games with filters.

  The only ones I can remember are probably Xiaoyu and Boss Xia, plus Luka at most.

   Oh yes, and the honorable Master Manager.

  But the manager doesn't always show his face, so it doesn't mean much to remember his face, but the dark blue power armor is more representative.

   Don't talk too much, sighed and said.

"No, I only remember a few of them. For example, the old man, he would go to the lake to watch us go fishing every week on his rest day. I knew from his expression that he was a fellow, so I gave him the fishing rod at that time. Yes, and taught him to catch leeches with a bottle..."

  Makaba was stunned for a moment.

   "Ah... is there a hidden mission?"

"without."

   Don't talk too much, shook his head, and sighed for the third time.

   "Although it is meaningless, it is also quite interesting."

   "And when I think that that fishing friend won't come again, I'm still a little lonely..."

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   (I overestimated my hand speed... I wanted to finish writing the next paragraph and post it together, but when I saw the time, I felt uncomfortable T.T)

  (end of this chapter)