The journey was very fast, perhaps because it was not far away. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's just that it's so shocking along the way......

Just like this......

The rickety refugees strolled through the land, the dead bodies of the desert were covered with flies, buzzing and swirling, no one paid attention to all this, all this was dry, people were using brown hands to gnaw on the human corpses that had just died, blood was mixed and rotten, and it was steaming in the air, and no one paid attention to all this......

It was as if everything was so normal, more than just seen.

In fact, just as soon as Clay came out, he could already see such people around the city, thin enough to see bones, and the torn flesh pieces were spreading bloody marks on the ground.

Weathered bones, abandoned corpses.

"It's miserable......"

One man looked at the men and said the last.

"War is cruel......"

I looked back at the men, and the sand seemed to have been washed white in the sunlight.

And the refugees walked in the sun, huddled in the shadows of the mountains, and even fought for the shade.

"Won't the Federation take in those people?"

A girl's voice came from behind, and it seemed strange to wear a dress on her body.

"There is no pure land in this world...... It's the same everywhere......"

The man's deep voice seemed to be reluctant to mention such a thing.

"Isn't our revolution, then, meaningless?"

The woman said as she walked.

The man looked at the woman and said with an indifferent smile.

"As I said, there is no pure land in this world, and even the leaders of the revolutionary party have surrendered, so you can imagine what the so-called revolutionary party is......

"Alas...... It's a terrible world......"

The woman didn't continue to speak, just sighed.

"So, people are like this, and it's not about themselves, so they hang high."

The man seemed to be laughing at something.

The woman didn't speak, and she didn't seem to want to pick up the topic.

"If we can always watch from the wall, but the reality is that in the near future, we may also become like this......"

"Is the crape myrtle saint just a dream in the end......

"yes...... It was just a dream......"