As soon as the sky was brightened, the faint morning light shone from the eastern earth to the streets and alleys of the safe zone, spreading the silhouettes of small trees in buildings, street lamps and wires on the golden-orange stone brick floor, and the chaotic shadows were intertwined, like a warm painting of gold-orange tones. The breeze blowing from the distance of the ground line entered the slaughtered town, and flowed through the complex alleys like nine squares, adding all kinds of smells to the environment that flowed through them. Weeds, mud, blood, smoke. Medicine.

From time to time, the rattling noise came from the eaves overhead, the power lines that crossed the sky, and the crows, covered in black and slightly shiny in the morning light, came out of the nest prematurely to work, their little eyes purring in the center of their little heads, as if they had been looking for a long time at the foul-smelling corpses that spread into rivers of blood and man-wolf mixed with below.

All corners of the town have been circling for a long time with the endless song of mourning birds, adding several sorrows to the death of this town after the catastrophe.

The sweeping work began in an orderly manner, and the members of the mercenary team held the megaphones of the civilized era, and shouted out the hiding civilians from the inside of the building with a high-decibel voice. Comfortably confessed, and for the first time, he used food as a reward to organize civilians to dispose of the corpses on the streets. Sacks, shrouds, or simply using human arms as a means of transport, the corpses of civilians who were bitten to death by dire wolves and in all kinds of tragic situations were moved outside the town to dig pits and bury them together.

There is a cemetery in the west of the town that has been used for 50 years, a slightly inclined cross plank is inserted in front of the cemetery, and there is the handwriting of "resting place" under the metal knife, the cemetery uses a simple broken wooden stake as a boundary marker, and it covers an area of more than ten acres, but whenever someone dies in the town, the body will eventually be sent to the cemetery to dig a pit and fill it. After death, if he is more decent, his family members will generally erect a wooden board or put some clothes on him as the grave of the deceased, and most of the people who have no relatives and no reason are buried casually by the mercenary team, leaving no traces.

The soil of the cemetery is darker than ordinary soil, as if the corpse of the deceased has been decomposed by mutated bacteria in the soil, and the color of bone meal seeps into the soil and becomes one. If a light rain falls on the cemetery, an extremely fishy black liquid often spreads out of the soil crevices of the cemetery after the rain, and people or animals take a mouthful of it, as if they will vomit all the food for three days and three nights. At this time, no one dared to enter the cemetery because people were worried about being infected with mutated corpse bacteria.

It was fortunate that there was no rain in the post-war town. The golden-orange morning light crossed the hazy and thin clouds and spread out on the cemetery in the west of the town, and flickering gold dust fell on one side of dozens of wooden planks, showing two sides of light and darkness on the last traces of a person's life.

At this moment, hundreds of civilians carried corpses or shovels to dig graves in the graves where the corpses were not buried, and the corpses that were generally pulled in line by the long river were poured into the deep pit dug one after another, and the soil particles in the pit rubbed against the rolling corpse flesh, making a rustling sound. Until a pit is filled, civilians begin to fill in the earth. And so on and so forth.

The three mercenaries led by Zhou Qing were in charge of the work order of the cemetery, and the morning light illuminated Zhou Qing's back in gold, but his entire front was hidden in the dark shadow of the backlight. The air was filled with the smell of blood and rancidity, but Zhou Qing didn't vomit anymore, just quietly watched some civilians carrying corpses run to the corner and retched after completing a cycle. Out of the reach of the light, there were two dry tear streaks on his thin face, and he tried to direct and supervise, because if he stopped, a feeling of sadness and numbness would rush up his throat, as if to strangle him.

This affection stems from human nature. Human beings are social animals, and it is inevitable to grieve in the face of the death of a large number of people around them. This grief is like a spiritual plague, pervasively eroding everyone in the town who is facing this dire wolf night attack disaster.

Wu Qi was also infected, but it was not obvious. There was never emptiness or numbness in his eyes, which were like the deep black sea of the waves, only a little sadness was hidden in his heart, and a gray trace was dotted on the tip of his heart.

After carrying the 31 corpses, intact or mutilated, to the door of the camp in Area A, Wu Qi carried his bag on one shoulder and a long knife wrapped in animal skin in his right hand, and walked alone through the clean streets where the golden orange became more and more dazzling. The sun warms up the back a little bit, and it is no longer like at night, always touched by the cold wind.

The opening of the bag was loosened, and July's little head came out of the opening, and the little nose tried its best to suck in the clean air around it, and it rubbed the skin on the side of Wu Qi's neck with its furry little paws, half of its body crawled out, and then stood on Wu Qi's left shoulder. In the previous battle, July was also quietly hidden in his bag and carried by Wu Qi from beginning to end. Because Wu Qi didn't dare to let the little red fox alone, in case it encountered a dire wolf, it had no way to save itself. Now it's time to take it out to breathe.

As he walked, Wu Qi accidentally saw Lao Kang, curled up in the corner of the street, sitting in front of an abandoned shop, his whole body was wrapped in a shabby dark purple cotton coat, his body seemed to be very cold, and he had been trembling slightly.

Wu Qi consciously walked quietly to Lao Kang's vicinity, only to see that there was a young man quietly leaning on Lao Kang's shoulder in the place that was previously blocked by Lao Kang's body. The young man was dressed in an army-green mercenary uniform, and his face was no better than Lao Kang, which was full of rough wrinkles, young and immature, mature and angular.

But the young man's eyes were closed, his chest did not rise and fall, and even a huge black fly stopped near his temple, and he did not reach out to wave it away, as if he was tired and fell asleep. The golden-orange morning light shone half brightly and half darkly on his young face, and the young man's hands rested on his arched legs, and a long* lay flat on the space between his thighs and his abdomen. The huge red mark spread across the torn mercenary uniform on his chest, and had been drying for a long time.

This young man Wu Qi has some impressions, called A Bing.

He died in battle, perhaps, which is why there are no civilian bodies near this street.

Wu Qi didn't look over his head and didn't disturb Lao Kang's departure. July's little eyes reflected the glittering morning light, and it sat on Wu Qi's shoulder, without making a sound.

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After a while, Wu Qi returned to the camp in Area A. Camp A is a nearby cluster of old bungalows along the riverbank, on which an intact gray-roofed pavilion sits. Fifty years later, however, the willows on the banks have withered, and the water in the river has dried up, leaving only a few potholes.

Several members of the mercenary team responsible for dissecting the corpse of the dire wolf moved chairs and sat on the shore, and several mercenaries of the black mercenary group wearing all black military protective gear and taking off their explosion-proof helmets sat in the pavilion to chat and rest.

For strangers, Wu Qi glanced away, and only one mercenary aroused Wu Qi's curiosity. He had a thin face, a high nose, flat eyebrows, and eyes like a pool of water; He had a black hair, pale wheat skin, and the muscles of his limbs slightly supported the black mercenary uniform, not as rough and strong as other mercenary men with thick limbs like a cow.

It is striking that at rest he was still holding a slender and rough *, the strap of the gun passed through his back, the body of the gun was turned to the front, and he was pulled into his arms; His right hand gently stroked the beautiful black tail of the JS 12.7MM, as if caressing the buttocks of the woman he loved.

Wu Qi walked in the direction of the mercenary team, passed by this group of mercenaries with black guns for four seconds, and quietly observed this sniper named Gao Yuan for four seconds. His silent eyes, somewhat similar to his own, were so quiet that they blended into nature, which made Wu Qi pay some attention.

"Hey, knife boy, stop." Just as Wu Qi was about to walk to his side, one of the mercenaries of the Black Gun suddenly stopped him.

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PS: I want to collect, collect, collect~