At six o'clock in the morning of the second day, the heavens and the earth were still a chaotic darkness, and there was not a soft glimmer of light in sight, as if mixed with the smell of blood that could not be washed away into a film, which was dead in the net of vitality and hope, sticky and sluggish, bitter and desperate.

There were bursts of angry corpse roars from a distant direction, interspersed with the screams of the living and the excited roars of mutants, and in this dead and abnormal world, the slightest movement was magnified to be extremely clear.

The dawn is coming, but it seems like it will never come again; Humanity is still alive, but it seems like it will never wake up.

The soldiers who kept vigil replaced batch after batch, and the long-term high-intensity non-stop fighting and guarding exhausted countless iron men, whether it was facing the battle of high-level bodies, or facing their comrades struggling to die, they all hit their hearts and minds again and again, making them angry, sad, and fighting, and they couldn't help but have a trace of numbness that was difficult to ignore.

The young faces around him will probably suddenly freeze in the moment of blurred flesh and blood at a certain time period, and a complete ** was torn and chopped into slag, mixed with sand and dust, and trampled into the dust by countless people, until, there was not even ashes left.

This is the sorrow of the biochemical battlefield, but it is also a fate that is difficult for everyone to resist.

"Old smoking gun, I have already applied to my superiors, and I am ready to accept artificial mutations." A veteran looked at his comrades beside him with his charred black skin, and stretched out his left hand, which was missing two fingers, and put it on his broad shoulder, "In the future, I'm afraid I won't be able to smoke with you."

The comrades-in-arms looked at the sky in the distance in silence, although they were silent, but their slightly trembling shoulders seemed to bear some unspeakable pain, helpless and powerless.

The veteran let out a sigh, and the remaining three fingers trembled as he stroked the scorched black skin, and the stinging sensation swept through his facial nerves again. It was like a knife cut, and it hurt into his heart: "I finally picked up a life from the alien's mouth, but I didn't expect it. Even if you pick it up, you won't be able to live long."

"Really?" The silent man finally opened his mouth, his eyes wide and dry. was blown out of the dripping wetness by the fierce cold wind, "That, bamboo pole, you...... How long will you live?"

The voices around him suddenly fell low, with a palpable sense of loss, except for the sound of the winter wind howling.

After a long time, the veteran squeezed out a wry smile and said frankly, seemingly indifferently: "A month at most...... The alien's acid blood is too powerful. Even if I cut off the carrion and neutralized the acidity, I couldn't avoid the erosion of the virus. The antibiotic penicillin didn't work at all, and I had nothing more to do but wait to die."

The veteran didn't say anything more, turned his head to look at the recruit on the other end, and muttered: "It's death both horizontally and vertically, it's better to try your luck under the artificial mutation, in case I win the jackpot, maybe I will pick up my life back......"

The "old smoking gun" was stunned for a moment, and he didn't know what he thought. Finally, with a long sigh, he carefully fished out a smoking gun from the inside of his coat and pulled out a box of matches. The thick voice was mixed with inexplicable helplessness: "Bamboo pole, smoke a big cigarette with me."

Let's take another sip, maybe in the future, it will be yin and yang, and there will be no such opportunity......

"Heh, it's rare that you are generous today, of course I have to give you a face!" The veteran was not polite, took the cigarette gun and took a big puff, and then. He stretched out his mutilated hand and pointed to a small corner of the city, a sincere smile on his lips. Oh, look at those Adepts. At four o'clock in the morning, Yun Mo's little girl was forced to come here, and each person tied a sandbag of seventy or eighty pounds to run around the base, which is really unusual! "

"Virtue!" The old cigarette gun took a puff, then squinted his eyes and looked at the dark place below, looking down at the stranger who had been running for more than two hours, and his face involuntarily smiled into folds, "I think when we joined the team, which one was not tied to a hundred pounds, is it still strange?" It's not like I've never seen it."

The two of them looked at the young man who was gritting his teeth and running along the potholed ground, and suddenly felt that there was something "poisonous", "monster", and "alien...... It's a deceitful thing!

Now they only see the young people who are actively fighting for the future of mankind, and as for the gossip and nonsense, let's get out of the way.

"Hehe, it's really gratifying to see this group of young people so energetic."

……

"......Whoop, whoa, whoop, whoops, whoops" Wei Jun, who weighed eighty pounds, took heavy steps, rolled his two little white eyes and bumped into the front in a daze, and the rough breath in his mouth exhaled into two white dragons in the cold night, really panting like a cow, sweating like rain, and even the scenery on the retina began to fall into a black lump.

"Xiaoyu...... Fat man, I, ...... No more! It took two hours to run...... Hungry, tired, thirsty...... Save me! "

The dry and congested throat almost wore down his vocal cords, and the rough sound was like a broken erhu string, and all that came out was the noise of sawing legs.

"Shut up! If you talk again, you're really dead! Han Xiuyu roared backwards, and while carrying the gun behind him, he shrugged the heavy bullet bag on his body, and at the same time firmly raised his heavy legs, gritting his teeth and advancing forward.

They were the voters, it was late at night after discussing the matter yesterday, and they had only been dispersed for a few hours, and they were picked up from the bed and thrown out one by one by Yun Mo without even covering the bed, and they were forced to put on this pile of cold and hard sandbags under the low temperature of more than ten degrees below zero, and they were driven to run outside the city wall with only thin clothes and pants and shoes and socks.

That aunt and grandmother also called it beautifully: strengthen physical fitness.

That's really ...... Nima!

The most odious thing is that. [,！ Yun Mo actually recalled the scattered troops stationed outside the city as soon as possible, and left their group of people who were immobile and hungry to bear the threat of sneak attacks from zombies.

Even, she said to them without giving half a face: "You can't stop, run ten laps around the outer city, the guards during this time rely on you, if one accidentally dies, blame you for your bad skills."

……

That is to say, they not only have to ensure the results of the exercise, but also to guard the safety near the base, in the stagnation of seventy or eighty pounds, in the freezing and hungry in the ice and snow, and in the dangerous darkness...... Pull oneself up by one’s bootstraps?

Indeed, they were dissatisfied, resisted, and argued, but the final result had already been cut into pieces by the two Tang knives carried by Yun Mo and stuffed back into their stomachs again, and they could only hold their breath and march on the trajectory of the running circle, like a clockwork machine, and they couldn't stop.

Xiao Chen, who had a weight of three hundred pounds, gasped and crushed the two wandering zombies in front of him, stomped on the head of one of them with the soles of his feet, shook off the sweat full of sourness, and kept running forward, and from time to time he turned his head to see if his companions were safe.

Ying Tianyang and Han Xiuyu, who were both carrying a weight of 100 catties, had already bitten their lips, but they still sprinted forward with their tired and unconscious bodies, raised their arms weighing more than 1,000 catties, and shot several crooked bullets, one hit the city wall, one was nailed to the treetops, and the other penetrated the zombie's soles, and then, completely angered the other party's bloodthirsty madness......

The feeling of being chased by zombies is terrible, but everyone is difficult to protect themselves, if it weren't for Xiao Chen's occasional help to solve the urgent need, I am afraid that a few of them will be bitten a few times and gnaw off a lot of flesh and blood.

And at the end of the position, Tian Hongyi, who was carrying seventy pounds, pulled He Zijin and stumbled around the city wall, and his sweat-soaked back exuded bursts of heat.

The cold wind in the chest cavity filled and swept through the throat, and the cold feeling almost exploded the entire abdominal cavity, and it really couldn't pronounce a syllable.

Not to mention the chaos below, Yun Mo, who was standing on the top of the turret, turned to look at the seven men and women standing in a row behind him, and after they finished putting on their loads, he slowly said: "Since you are under my jurisdiction, then, please follow my rules."

The seven of them nodded to show their understanding, but Yun Mo's eyes deliberately stayed on Huang Linghai, who was not in his mind, for a moment, and then turned his gaze to Dong Chongcheng, who was about to speak on the side: "If there is anything to say after the morning training, now give me the time to run laps, remember, don't give up halfway."

Several people responded again, and only after Yun Mo nodded and signaled did they walk towards the city gate below with steady, impatient or weak steps.

Gradually moving away, until their figures shrunk into a small dot and appeared outside the city wall, Yun Mo picked up the communicator that had been transmitting signals from the previous moment, opened it and placed it in his ear and asked, "Uncle Tu, what's wrong?" Is something wrong?"

There was a noise on the other end, and a few panicked female voices were faintly shouting: "Fight the fire!" Fight the fire! "

Is it on fire?

Yun Mo frowned slightly.

"Uncle Tu?"

"Oh, oh!" Tu Kun's voice was a hint of horror, and he squeezed the communicator and said to Yun Mo, "Yun Mo, the young man you brought here...... It's called 'Zhao Yi', right? He, he woke up...... But that's it, it's ......"

It was rare for Tu Kun to have such a stuttering situation, which immediately made Yun Mo's heart sink and he had the idea of probing.

"What's wrong?" Yun Mo quickly turned around and jumped towards the medical department, his superb bounce and speed passed through several bends and turns of the street at once, and went straight to his destination, "Speak clearly!" "

"Alas!" Tu Kun slapped his thigh, and the words that slipped out of his mouth were both happy and worried, "He woke up and awakened his ability, but probably because his ability was too strong to control it, and now, now he is about to burn the quarantine area!" "

Burn up?

What are the types of fire attributes?

With a rigorous and restrained attitude like Zhao Yi, I really can't see that he will awaken such a flamboyant and wanton ability!

However, masculine offensive abilities like fire are something that dark creatures are afraid of.

In this way, "Glory" really picked up big bargains one after another. (To be continued)