Qiaodong won, but it was a miserable victory.

More than thousands of people died in the battle.

This is not a time to cheer about, there are too many corpses in the corners of the bridge, and now it is necessary to dispose of these corpses as soon as possible, because once the corpses decompose, it is likely to cause a widespread plague, which represents a catastrophe for today's medical standards.

Thousands of corpses have been piled up by survivors, while a few respite professionals are on standby, and their next task is to use their powers to burn the hidden dangers of these disasters to ashes.

This is not a simple task, especially among these corpses that are about to be burned, there is a high probability that there will be your comrades and relatives, some professionals can't bear this pressure and cry bitterly, but they must grit their teeth and persevere, because this is their mission and responsibility.

There is still a lot of work to follow.

The people who survived by luck looked at the corpses piled up, their tears had dried up, and they didn't even have time to say goodbye to their loved ones, and the corpses in front of them had already become a cup of loess.

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Looking at every report in front of him, Feng Zhiyong's heart hurt to the extreme.

"Tell me, is the final count of deaths out?" Feng Zhiyong dealt with government affairs non-stop, and at this time, he had to figure out how many people had died in this battle.

"Hmm...... The approximate data has been counted by the expedition team, and the list records we have collected are ......"

"I just want to know the death number."

"Death figures?" The tired Han Qiang was stunned for a moment, then his eyes were complicated, and he said:

"The death toll is 1,630, the number of missing is 309, and there were also a number of stampedes to the south, where more than 207 people were killed......"

Feng Zhiyong was silent, this is not a flood, a mudslide, it is obvious that the so-called missing people are poor people who have been devoured by the devil.

The broken bones could not distinguish the identity of the deceased at all.

The only consolation is that Feng Zhiyong had made preparations earlier, but there were some small-scale chaos, which had not yet expanded, and were stopped in time.

Besides.

Zhou Xian died.

This is what really hurts Feng Zhiyong, he can still hold the position of colonel when Hong Jiuling is eyeing him, and Zhou Xian has played a great role.

It can be said that Zhou Xian is the minister of the conservatives, not to mention, this old man is not only superb, but also sophisticated in human affairs, and has given Feng Zhiyong advice in the past.

But now that Zhou Xian is dead, Feng Zhiyong can be regarded as having really cut off an arm, and he is extremely sad.

This is the end of the world, there are many dangers at all times, even if you were once a legendary master, you can't resist the arrangement of fate......

The entire street, the entire battlefield, and even the entire prosperous urban area were devastated, like a hellish ruin.

On the road, there are devilish wreckage, broken bones, fine bone meal, fishy rotten meat, black internal organs, and trampled meat sauce and withered hellflowers......

The corpses of the devil are like garbage, which is strewn all over the streets, and the fresh corpses and fresh skeletons of human beings are also mixed in stark contrast......

Seeing their former compatriots and former comrades-in-arms end up like this, the already depressed survivors were even more helpless, they were either silent, or sobbing quietly, or crying and laughing, venting the bitterness and sadness in their hearts in various ways......

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After the disaster, how to reassure the people and rebuild after the disaster is the top priority.

No matter how sad Feng Zhiyong is, at this time, he needs to stand up and stabilize the situation.

Moreover, the almost complete collapse of the conservative upper echelons indicates that the people below have become scattered, but the more this happens, the more you need to be calm.

In the event of a mutiny, the entire eastern part of the bridge will be wiped out.

Throughout the ages, the mutiny heralded a change of dynasty, and Qiaodong finally eradicated the tumor, Feng Zhiyong did not want to usher in a second meaningless battle.

Huairou policy.

In any case, stabilize the conservatives first, and the rest will be decided later.

The devil came, although it brought a devastation to Qiaodong and took away countless familiar faces, but it is undeniable that Qiaodong finally persevered.

What's more, some ordinary people in that desperate environment actually broke through their own limitations, awakened successfully, and became a professional.

This is also a windfall, and Qiaodong can recover some vitality through this.

The living become heroes, but the dead should also be remembered, so Feng Zhiyong set up a hero's shrine in Qiaodong Street by talking with his subordinates, in order to remember those soldiers who bravely sacrificed their lives for Qiaodong!

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Xu Hongxiang was crying.

There was a corpse in front of her, covered with a white cloth, and it was clear that the other party was not an ordinary character to be treated like this in such a chaotic environment.

Zhou Xian's remains.

In this battle, the strongest of the main battle faction fell.

Xu Hongxiang blamed herself a little, obviously she noticed some problems, but under Chen Feng's threat, she still didn't say it in the end, if ...... If she had been braver just now, this kind old man might not have died.

Self-blame is greater than sadness.

The age difference between Xu Hongxiang and Zhou Xian is too big, they are not old friends, and the relationship between the two is more like a colleague and comrade-in-arms.

But Xu Hongxiang still cried.

She was blaming herself for her silence.

knew that Chen Feng had some plans of her own against Qiaodong, but she didn't stop it in time, but became an accomplice, pushing Zhou Xian into hell step by step.

She's still too young.

Between goodness and darkness, this girl with her own beliefs always leans towards the former.

She may not be afraid of bloodshed, nor of hard work, not even of death, she sees the survivors of Qiaodong and the surrounding areas as the direction of her efforts.

She connived at Chen Feng and asked this kind old man to capture Hong Jiuling in person, but in the end, her heart was hollowed out and she died miserably in the hands of the other party.

She was a little disoriented, not knowing if everything she was holding on to was right.

"Because you're too weak.

Just when Xu Hongxiang was sad and helpless, a familiar male voice suddenly appeared on the side.

It's Chen Feng.

He seems to have been here for some time, but only now, has he come out.

Xu Hongxiang's reaction was not big, she just raised her head, her blank gaze was mixed with a hint of annoyance, it was the man in front of her who made her have a crack in her beliefs.

"You killed Old Zhou." Xu Hongxiang whispered.

"It was Hong Jiuling who killed him, and it has nothing to do with me."

Xu Hong's makeup pursed her mouth, a little angry that Chen Feng looked like nothing happened, she stopped talking, trying to protest the other party's cold-bloodedness with silence.

Chen Feng smiled and said in a tone of pity: "In the final analysis, you are still too weak, and your so-called justice is extremely fragile in the face of reality. ”

"You think you can change everything with your strength, but you can't save Zhou Xian who is in danger."

"What do you do to escape my grasp? I can give you freedom in words, but you yourself live in the shadow of the past, and unless your strength can completely crush me, all you insist on is nothing more than a luxury. ”

Xu Hongxiang clenched her fists, her eyes were a little struggling, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

A red light appeared in Chen Feng's eyes, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said slowly: "It is precisely because you are too weak that you feel confused." ”

"If you are stronger than Hong Jiuling, you will have the opportunity to kill him as early as when you discover his secret."

"If you are stronger than me, you can stop Zhou Xian from taking risks, so as to save this old man who means a lot to Qiaodong."

"But you are nothing, you don't have a foundation, you don't have strength, you are like a puppet, swung by fate at will, and all your struggles are in vain."

These words pierced Xu Hongxiang's heart like a blade, her face was a little pale, Chen Feng did not give her physical torture this time, but attacked her mentally from the spiritual aspect, making her realize how useless she is now.

Xu Hongxiang raised her head, her eyes were mixed with some bloodshots, she looked at Chen Feng and said in a deep voice: "If I have strength, can I say no?" ”

Chen Feng's expression was quite playful, and he said, "Yes." ”

"Hong Jiuling's power has fallen, and the main battle faction has also suffered a fatal blow, this is your best chance to seize power, if it only depends on you, maybe it won't work, but you have me."

"I'll help you master Qiaodong!"

"I'm going to tell you a secret, the so-called Hong Jiuling is just an appetizer, the world will become more dangerous in the future, and the evil existence is watching the home you want to protect."

"Use your strength to say no to this world, if you master Qiaodong, you will become the strongest king in this land."

"Feng Zhiyong is already old, even if he was a hero in the past, but now he has become a little indecisive, it is his forbearance step by step, almost bringing Qiaodong to the point of no return, this city needs a new ruler, a strong ruler, a ruler who dares to say no to all injustices and enemies."

"Accept my invitation, only by standing in the same position, our relationship will be equal, and I look forward to your transformation."

Chen Feng's figure disappeared around the corner, leaving only the dazed Xu Hongxiang kneeling in place, after a while, she slowly stood up, a long knife appeared in her hand, she waved upward, a hair was cut in two, and the green silk slowly fell to the ground, as if indicating something.

Xu Hongxiang cut off her favorite long hair, as if she was saying goodbye to her past self.

She betrayed.

But there doesn't seem to be a betrayal either.

Xu Hongxiang regarded Feng Zhiyong as her elder and teacher, but their beliefs were divided, and she had a vengeful demon hidden in her bones.

Under the involvement of Feng Zhiyong and the conservatives, this vengeful demon was sealed to death, but with the arrival of Chen Feng, those seals were broken little by little.

Today.

The demon finally lifted the seal and regained control of his body.

No one can wield a butcher's knife on the east side of the bridge.

No one, no creature, no being, could flaunt her might.

Her family died at the hands of the monster, Qiaodong was almost destroyed, and countless people lost their lives and loved ones.

These pains cannot continue to happen.

It's time for revenge!

Xu Hongxiang left a tear, the truth is always lonely, she will use facts to prove that she did all this right!