"Whew... Come on, Lin Yinqing!"

She picked up the Type 81 rifle on the ground and muttered to herself, as if she was cheering for herself at the moment, and the cold wind outside the window seeped into her skin, like a powerful force reminding her impulsive self at all times.

But from any point of view, it's more like a simple and useless self-farewell party.

The impulses and passions that came from nowhere almost made her unusually calm nerves fly out like uncontrollable springs at this moment, and no one would have thought that such a resolute captain would also have a time when he would fight for his own sake.

She casually tied a light dress around her waist, held the rifle and walked out of the door, Lu Yu suddenly wanted to catch up, he pushed the door open, and then wanted to use the fastest pace to pull Lin Yinqing's clothes.

It was too late, and his back had completely disappeared into the yellow sand flying in the sky at this moment, leaving only a smile, and even she didn't leave anything at all, only room for people to worry and be suspicious.

Finding out Ah Mei is the most important thing for her to do at the moment, maybe the punishment for leaving the team without permission is infinitely greater than killing the officer, but no matter what, cleaning up this enemy is too important for Lin Yinqing.

The wild sand flying in the sky completely blew Lin Yinqing's hair into chaos, and a fog seemed to fall all around, and she couldn't tell the front and back at all, so she could only walk hard.

Every footprint was completely engraved in the desert, until a new gust of wind swept up the golden desert again from the endless edge.

This makes Lin Yin miss the sea very much, but is there room for her to remember this current state? Probably not.

Clutching her rifle tightly, how much yellow sand was hidden between her fingers, she needed to figure out the layout of the place, and find out where the iron-blooded remnant army garrison lurked.

Lin Yinqing thought, maybe there should be an iron-blooded army stationed in the suburbs of the modern first-tier cities, she had some clue when she thought of this, maybe because she was too excited, she couldn't take care of her sore feet, tidied up her messy short hair again, and started a solo march towards the east.

The suburb is deserted, but there are still a series of wrecked infantry fighting vehicles and countless enemy bones that have been turned into dried corpses by the wind and sun, and the endless front is very similar to the world in the dream world at this moment.

The wind and sand and heat seemed to be unable to stop her anger and footsteps, so she unconsciously walked away into the distance, leaving only a girl who was in a hurry and extremely strong.

There is a road leading to an unknown area in the vast desert, but due to disrepair, the main road is gradually being eaten away by the wind and sand and the scorching sun.

She didn't have anything to say, just looked intently at the extremely wide road ahead, and an abandoned Soviet T72 main battle tank was parked diagonally on the road in front.

His side armor seemed to have been pierced by something, there was a big hole, I don't know what kind of battle had taken place here, but anyway, it was a long time ago.

Lin Yinqing's nerves were extremely tense, and any slightest movement could alert her at any time, and the Type 81-1 assault rifle in her hand couldn't help but feel a little cold when she held it tightly.

After walking alone on the road for a long time, this wasteland full of wreckage and corpses finally disappeared from the sight of the trees, and a gentle warm breeze blew in the face, and all kinds of houses began to come into view, but they had completely collapsed in the war and turned into ruins.

With a rifle behind his back, the refugees around him did not dare to approach, only the children ran carefree on the street, as if they were happier than anyone else, compared to the adults with sad faces, I couldn't help but feel a trace of irony.

The World Trade Towers were still running, and the rumbling noise of civilian helicopters taking off from the rooftops seemed to be a mockery of the people who toiled day and night in the slums, and the workers who were still forced to work for the mines in the fields.

In Lin Yinqing's opinion, this building is not tall, and the filth from its appearance even overshadows the smell of corpses piled up in the square.

She was followed by a haggard-looking grandfather, who moved slowly but followed Lin Yinqing all the time, and the picture was not clear, and she didn't know what she wanted to do.

Lin Yinqing looked around, pretending to cough, and the crowd was like a torrent, mixing Lin Yinqing in the middle with a fierce momentum, prompting her to be extra careful and avoid the crowd at all times.

I don't know if this rifle is too eye-catching, many people have cast a little curious looks, this practice is particularly dangerous, everyone knows it.

The city's main roads are in disrepair, but the military vehicles of the iron-blooded civil defense force are still frequently ravaging such a sick city, and countless gunshots from the north of the city have killed all the ideals and fighting spirit in the cradle, tanks, armored vehicles, countless people, and the police, who are called doglegs by the local people.

Lin Yinqing hated this atmosphere, and even covered his ears for a long time to avoid exposure to this kind of sound as much as possible, it was too noisy and too disturbing to people's minds.

The old man walked a few steps on crutches, sticking to Lin Yinqing's back, accompanied by infantry fighting vehicles driving on the street, accompanied by groups of policemen sitting on trucks, but it was such a block, adding to the crowd and chaos of the crowd.

The reactionary military police did not see the rifle therefore, and the nobles came to the aid of the nobles, and the infantry fighting vehicle drove through the streets with great pride, and ran over the paupers sleeping on the road, and the officer was unmoved, but only flicked the cigarette ash beside him, and put it in his mouth as if he was addicted.

“…… The city is sick, not lightly ill, numb. ”

The old man muttered in Chinese, put one hand around Lin Yinqing's shoulder, and slowly let Lin Yinqing walk like a hotel on the side, the rough hands were full of calluses, not at all like he could do work, adding his standard Chinese, Lin Yinqing could conclude that this was a guerrilla or an old guerrilla.