Between half dreaming and waking up, it seems that someone is singing softly in the ear, and the song is sad and deep, reminding people of their hometown and relatives.

Chen Xing looked at the darkness ahead, his eyes seemed to travel through endless time, and he came to a dilapidated building.

It was a factory dormitory built in the seventies and eighties, and the yellow skin on the outside had been rolled off. The light bulbs in the stairwell glowed dimly on the rusty iron gates.

On the wall is a large red circle with the Arabic numeral "5" in the middle.

Pushing open the door, a smell of stir-fried vegetables greeted you. The figure in the apron was busy under the cover of the half curtain in the kitchen.

Walking inside, a hazy shadow sat on the wooden sofa, the newspaper obscured the upper body, and only the deep wrinkles on the back of the hand were clearly visible.

A gust of wind blew, the curtains shook, the calendar books on the walls fluttered, and pieces of paper detached and flew around.

In the end, there is only one left, and the date is August 30, 2017.

Chen Xing tried hard to think about what kind of day this was and what special meaning it had for him.

But no matter how hard he racked his brain, he didn't think of anything.

"Bang dang!"

There was a sudden shake under his feet, and then the surrounding scenery began to rotate, faster and faster, turning into elongated patches of color, and then crumbling and shattering.

Two gloomy green rays appeared in the darkness, and with the help of the faint light, the iron fence gate could be seen to have been opened.

The carrion corpses were lining up, walking out one by one.

Arrived?

Chen Xing looked up, and a faint blue light penetrated through the cracks in the deck.

It seems that it has really reached its destination.

Chen Xing slowly got up, followed behind the rotting corpse, walked out of the cell, walked through the long passage and wooden stairs, and walked out of the cabin.

It was only at first glance that he was shocked by what he saw.

The White Bone Mountain Range that I had seen on the Demon Plane before was nothing compared to here.

A massive star hovered in front of it, cracks scattered across the surface glowing blue.

It wasn't a star in the ordinary sense of the word, but a cluster of countless sunken ships. The ship staggered, overturned, thrust upside down, or broken in two.

A faint blue light emanated from the depths of the stars through the cracks between the ships.

Chen Xing realized that this was the shipwreck cemetery that Shad Sinclair was talking about.

The rope ladder along the boat has been lowered. One skeleton grabbed a cloud of blue light in his hand and gestured at the carrion, while the other grabbed a pickaxe from the toolbox beside him, shoved it into the carrion's arms, and kicked it down.

The bones seemed to tell the carrion what they were looking for.

When he passed by the skeleton, Chen Xing's pocket watch flashed, and the skeleton stood motionless as if he didn't see him.

Chen Xing climbed down the rope ladder and landed on the deck of a sunken ship.

It was so strange here that he didn't rush into action, but observed the carrion that fell from the ship.

Some of them fell on the deck, on all sides, and some smashed directly through the planks and fell into the wreck.

After a while, the rotting corpse clumsily got up, fumbled for the pickaxe beside him, and dug around the ship, as if digging for something.

Chen Xing observed quietly, and after a long time, suddenly a vague roar came from inside the hull.

"Poof!"

A manuscript was chiseled through the deck, and a carrion crawled out, a cloud of blue light in its hand, and roared at the ghost ship.

A skeleton descended from the sky, snatched the ball of light from the carrion, and then climbed the rope ladder to send the ball of light back.

"Cluck, cluck, ......"

Seconds after the skeleton left, cracks were heard from all around the ship. Chen Xing hurriedly jumped onto another sunken ship.

"Boom!"

The wreck that had been taken away from the light cluster seemed to have lost its last support, and shattered, turning into countless star chips and flying into the interior of the star.

The Heart of a Ship?

Chen Xing remembered the legend he had seen in books.

During the long voyage, the crew and the ship became interdependent and gradually became one. Even if the ship sank, the spirit of the crew still stubbornly maintained the hull and remained immortal for thousands of years.

This is the legendary Heart of the Ship, the "Ship Spirit" formed by the spirit of the entire crew.

It is speculated that the purpose of the ghost ship in transporting these carrion corpses is to dig up the ship's heart for them.

After roughly figuring out what was going on, Chen Xing began to search for the ship's operation.

The ship that belongs to him may be one of the thousands of shipwrecks. Lying there silently, through endless years, waiting for the one who awakened Him to appear.

Night, Silverpaw Principality border, Wildcat Town.

After a full day of artillery fire, Silverclaw's army finally stopped.

Several soldiers of the expeditionary force cleared the dust and snow from their bodies, lit kerosene lamps, and sat down in the corner of the half-stone wall.

Although the walls made of stone are not very defensive, and even collapsing stones can cause casualties, they are at least reassuring.

This is the defense area of the 4th Squadron of the 7th Squadron of the 1st Infantry Brigade of the 22nd Brigade of the Left Army.

Usually a brigade has two brigades, two brigades have twenty-four squadrons, and twenty-four squadrons have two hundred and eighty-eight squadrons, each squad has twelve people, together with the command staff, military police, and logistics personnel, about four thousand five hundred people.

Four infantry brigades are stationed here, and they are just one of more than a thousand squads.

The soldiers silently tore open the bags of military rations, took out self-heating lunch boxes, heated them for food.

Today is the Harvest Festival, and the special meal is the "Turkey Set" of Longhe Industries.

No one spoke, and the artillery coverage of the whole day was so terrible that some of them lost their companions, some of them lost their legs or arms.

A young soldier began to cry as he ate. On the childish face, tears washed the ashes, forming two tear stains.

"It's so good, I started crying." A slightly older soldier put down his lunch box and patted him on the shoulder.

"I miss home......," the young soldier cried.

The Left Army, commanded by Viscount Ramon, consisted mainly of the family troops of Monitor Lizard City and local recruits.

Not long after joining the army, they will go to the battlefield, and many recruits are not yet adaptable.

"Shut up, recruit!" A brawler in protective armor rudely shouted, "If you don't want to be discovered by the gendarmes, drag them out and die!" ”

At the mention of the gendarmerie, the young soldier looked frightened, covered his mouth, and tried to control his crying.

If the gendarmes found someone crying, they would shoot him for "shaking the morale of the army."

He still had rations stuffed in his mouth, probably choking, squirting, and coughing violently.

"It's unfortunate to meet such a soft egg!" The brawler swore and got up and walked to the side, eating to himself.

Several other soldiers also got up and left, so as not to be mistaken by the patrolling gendarmes.

The Red Country is martial, and people with weak personalities are generally discriminated against, and even the Liuying is unwilling to receive them.

"Don't be nervous, it's okay." The older soldier patted the younger soldier on the back and comforted.

The young soldier coughed for a while, and finally returned to normal.

"Why did you come to join the army?" The older soldier knew that the most important thing at this time was to divert his attention and not think about life and death.

"I want to save for a down payment and ask for a wife." The young soldier said.

Just like many young people in Monitor Lizard City, there is pressure to buy a house, a car, a wife and have children. And joining the army and fighting is the fastest way to make money. Of course, there is another ending, which is to not have to work at all......

"Don't want to be a nobleman?" The older soldier asked.

In the Red Country, joining the army and fighting in the war is the fastest way to obtain a title of nobility. As long as you accumulate enough military exploits, you can become a nobleman. From then on, I was superior to others, enjoyed all kinds of government allowances and privileges, occasionally participated in balls, chatted with dignitaries, bragged with businessmen, and flirted with ladies and ladies.

"Think about it......" "Just do it if you want, what are you crying about?" "Hey, hey."

With the encouragement of the older soldiers, the young soldiers finally burst into tears and laughed.

"Okay, I'll go to bed after eating, and I don't know what's going on tomorrow." "Uh-huh."

After a while, the two finished eating, dug a small pit in the same place and buried the lunch box, then wrapped up in their military coats and curled up in the corner to rest.

It's the end of December, and in the depths of winter, the temperature at night on the Devil's Cry Plains reaches minus 45 degrees, and ordinary soldiers must be injected with adrenaline, otherwise they will freeze to death when they sleep in the open.

In the distance, several fighters were drinking high spirits, and a strong smell of alcohol could be smelled from dozens of meters away. They seemed to be chatting happily, and laughter rang out from time to time.

In the Red Nation, brawlers are generally more popular than other classes, and they have developed an unscrupulous character.

As the night wore on, the fighters' voices grew quieter and quieter, and at last they lay on the ground staggering, snoring heavily.

The soldier in the corner yawned, wrapped himself in a military coat, his eyelids became heavier and heavier, and slowly fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, an ethereal music sounded, and the soldiers' bodies twitched and their eyes opened suddenly.

The unfocused pupils emit a faint red glow, like an unconscious walking corpse.

In the snow, a small trail suddenly appeared, winding and stretching towards the camp in front of it.

In the blink of an eye, a small white snake appeared in the tent, spitting scarlet snake letters, and quietly swam towards the sleeping officer.

It didn't take long for the sleeping officer to tilt his head and stop breathing. Upon closer inspection, there were two more tiny blood holes in his neck, and black blood was oozing out.

His face darkened at a rate visible to the naked eye, and his distorted expression remained on his face.

"Oh no, Lord Commander, our soldiers have mutinied!"

"What!" Viscount Ramon, who was resting, quickly put on his coat and went outside to check.

A strange sound of music came into his ears, like a magic sound, and Viscount Ramon knew the problem immediately.

"It's not a mutiny, it's a mental disturbance!"

"Turn on the loudspeaker and make high-decibel noise!"