"Find a high place to set up camp and set up defenses." Xue Jinhai re-issued the order after assessing the risk.

Tents were erected beside boulders on the hillside, and several soldiers began to cut down trees nearby and light fires.

After more than an hour, the makeshift camp was finally set up, and a dozen more campfires were built around it.

I don't know if the fire brought the temperature to everyone, or if the wind was really lighter, but the camp in the night seemed to be much warmer than before.

The soldiers, with the exception of those standing guard, gathered around the campfire in twos and threes and began to replenish their stomachs with food.

Xue Jinhai chewed on the dried meat strips with his teeth, and added a handful of snow to the tin pot on the bonfire, where soup was cooking, and the fragrance was already wafting out.

The beard's soup was ready, and he took a sip of the jar, and a warm stream flowed into his stomach.

"Comfortable~" Beard spewed white gas in his mouth when he spoke, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked very enjoyed.

The servicemen of the border guards are so easily satisfied, especially when marching and carrying out tasks. A bowl of full rice and a mouthful of hot soup can be comfortable to the bones.

The heat brought by the food dispels the chill and the gloom of the tragedy in the village.

Xue Jinhai also picked up the jar, blew the foam on the soup noodles, and was about to drink it when he suddenly remembered something.

"Lin Zhiwei, how many more signal flares are there?"

He turned his head to the soldier sitting next to him by the campfire.

"Four shots, what's wrong?" Lin Zhiwei was stunned for a moment, and quickly swallowed the dry food in his mouth.

"One more shot."

"Yes."

The soldier stood up, patted the snow off his pants, and loaded it with a flare gun.

Red flares burst into the sky like fireworks from the forest, dazzling at night.

Xue Jinhai stared above his head before he took his gaze back after a long time. The soup in the jar cooled a little, but he suddenly lost his appetite.

"Xue Tou, it seems that there is only one team of us within a radius of a few kilometers." The soldier with a Chinese character face named Ma Gaoxing looked at Xue Jinhai and said, before entering the dense forest, he had made a statement to the captain, admitting that if the lone army went deeper, he might not get support.

"So the task of finding out the cause of the villagers' deaths is up to us." Xue Jinhai raised his head and glanced at him and smiled.

"Xue Tou, I'm not afraid of ......" Ma Gaoxing straightened up, and was about to explain, when he was interrupted by the captain.

"Who said you were afraid?" Xue Jinhai put the jar aside and stood up. He walked up to Ma Gaoxing and patted Ma Gaoxing on the shoulder, "In my team, which one of them didn't come in the rain of bullets, and there is no word 'death' in the things I am afraid of." ”

"Captain......" Ma Gaoxing's lips trembled, and he was very grateful for Xue Jinhai's understanding.

"I know your concerns, and I have them." Xue Jinhai nodded, and said with a straight face: "I know that there are tigers in the mountains, and I prefer to go to the tiger mountains, since the tragedy happened here, it must end here, and we can't let it spread to other places." ”

The light of the bonfire was reflected on everyone's faces, and between the light and shadow, everyone's expressions were solemn.

Night patrols and sentry posts are divided into three shifts, with personnel changing every two hours. After Xue Jinhai drank the hot soup, he took people to replace the first wave of soldiers standing guard, let them come to eat, and rest for a while.

The well-fed man added some more firewood to the campfire and went into the tent to get ready for sleep.

"What are you looking at?" Hu Zi entered the tent and saw Lin Zhiwei flipping through a few pieces of paper under the lamp.

"Letter from home." Lin Zhiwei turned his head and saw that the person who came in was bearded, so he buried his head again and continued to look at it, "It is said that the beacon fire lasts for three months, and the family letter is worth 10,000 gold, and the ancients are honest and do not deceive me." Whenever the hardest days come, these letters always give me fighting spirit. ”

"I really fucking envy you, and you can still have a family to write letters to you." Beard sat down on his sleeping bag and said with envy: "My family died a few years ago, and now I am the only one left...... It's okay if I'm the only one left, there's nothing to worry about. ”

After reading the letter, Lin Zhiwei carefully folded the letter and put it in the pocket of his underwear. He saw that the beard was picking his teeth with a twig that had been broken off from the tree outside, and knew that the guy was not sleepy, and the two of them chatted.

"When will the world return to its former state? I mean, the way it was before the zombies. ”

"Difficult!" The beard spit out the food scraps that had been removed from between his teeth, and said seriously: "I'm afraid it's hard for my generation to see that day." ”

"Have you heard the story of Yugong moving mountains?" Lin Zhiwei smiled.

"The children and grandchildren are infinitely scarce, and the mountains do not increase, why suffer and be uneven?" Hu Zi also laughed, "I don't have a daughter-in-law, where are my descendants." ”

"Haha." The laughter in the tent suddenly swept away the gloom of the night in the forest.

When the day dawned, Lin Zhiwei's whistle sounded in the camp.

The last sentry soldiers sat by the dying campfire, the embers still had a little heat left over to warm their frozen hands and feet.

There was no hot soup for breakfast, and everyone stuffed into their stomachs only dry food with the same taste as chewing wax and snow on the ground.

The night that had just passed, the soldiers had not encountered any danger, some had put their hearts down, and some remained extremely vigilant.

As the team continued to move forward in the Redstone Valley, the sun was rising, and the golden sunlight made everyone feel a little warm.

"Xue Tou, there is the border line ahead, shall we continue to look for it?" Lin Zhiwei had just measured the coordinates and compared the map before he knew that he had come to the junction of the border.

To the north is Tafleur, and to the east is the Elbrand Empire.

Xue Jinhai stopped and looked ahead. After hesitating for a moment, he sighed and said, "Let's go back the way you came." ”

Crossing borders can provoke unnecessary conflict, especially at a time of tension.

Although Xue Jinhai was very unwilling in his heart, as the leader of this team, he had to obey the overall situation, so he had to give up his plan to find out the village tragedy.

"Xue Tou, what's that?"

Ma Gaoxing was holding a gun, staring intently from the scope somewhere on the other side of the border.

"What do you see?" Xue Jinhai asked him, and then he also took out the binoculars.

A few hundred meters away, on the hill, several black shadows crawled on the ground and gnawed on the corpse of an animal, their body was strange and their appearance was extremely hideous.

"Those...... What is it?! Ma Gaoxing exclaimed.

"I've never seen anything like it." Xue Jinhai rummaged through the information of some strange creatures in his mind, he seemed to think of something again, and suddenly his eyes froze: "They ...... Could it be that they attacked the village and the moose herd?! ”