The snow layer had almost disappeared a few days ago. To be precise, it's not that they have left their own understanding. It's because we're out of that area as an active observer. Everything there is no longer for the people who have experienced it. Their reluctance to turn back reveals a break with the past. Because the temperature is falling very strangely, it is falling sharply. Of course, we can also recognize this behavior as a very normal situation. After all, all the basic facts about the weather are not to the extent that humans can manipulate and make detailed predictions.

The two old men were finally getting out of the damn area completely. The whole ground was covered with bright orange hues, as if it had been covered by something. That special level of painting effect was still placed in front of the two of them without any disguise, but Xiao Yun was behind the back of the head, and he couldn't see anything.

Since the weather conditions have improved, Xiaoyun does not have to be carried into the arms of the head very miserably. The boss deliberately made room in his backpack large enough for the little one. He and the old man's backpacks had already bottomed out. It is clear that the entire situation of the reserve is close to being exhausted. So without much effort, the boss easily squeezed aside the rest of his bag. Then you can easily fit the little one in.

The little guy is just too small. He couldn't poke his head out of the mouth of the bag at all. can only obediently stay in his own small apartment, looking up to the sky and sighing. Born ahead of one's time! The fearless self can only helplessly stay in the environment that should not belong to this way. But there is no real downside. After all, the age of eating when you have food and sleeping when you want is not something that can be experienced at any time. Of course, the smaller the better. In such a time, we also don't need to carry too much.

He stared blankly at the clouds in the sky through the mouth of the bag. The light sunlight does not bring warmth in the true sense of the word. It was enough to light up the sky a little and make it easier for the two old men to walk. Nothing else is something that can be imagined in this world. The air is still filled with sharp knives, bringing abnormal stimulation to the senses.

The little guy didn't think that such an uncomfortable feeling would bring bad consequences to himself, on the contrary, he was enjoying it. The boss saw the little one's strong endurance. So I just opened my back without the slightest worry. From time to time, the old man went around behind the boss to see how the little one was doing. After all, the leader's mind can't be completely focused on the little one. The most important thing is that my group of people can get out of this area safely.

The boss always felt that there was still some kind of shadow of existence in the old man's performance. He was the only witness who had seen that very clearly the true existence of such a face. But he didn't dare to uncover this simple layer of gauze to question the guy behind the old man, what was going on with all this, and all he wanted in his heart now was to be able to return to his own small residence in the headquarters.

Even if it's numbness, so what! Rather than getting nothing at the end of the day. It's better to let yourself go crazy when you might get something. The boss really can't trust the so-called leaders anymore. They are all guys who eat people and don't spit out bones, and they always want to reap high profits at the simplest cost. And in the end, what is paid is only cheap cannon fodder like yourself. Anyway, the resources are concentrated in the hands of some shadow. They have the capital to conclude that people like themselves would not dare to do something crazy easily. After all, without adequate arrangements for resupply, who would dare to go to great lengths to break their muscles and bones? To support refugees like themselves, to do things that would never have been possible.

The leader never thinks that the aspects he thinks about are too complicated and huge. Everyone wants to leave a way back for themselves in the necessary time. Today, on the road infinitely closer to homecoming. At a certain turning point in his thinking, he regretted it a little. He didn't want to go back and face that horde of hateful things. I don't want to give the little guy to them like this. Maybe after the day when I ended my own life. The little one is still on the same level of work as himself.

Perhaps, it belongs to the level of servitude! This is an indisputable fact!

Now, the leader and the old man are in a state of environment that passes through a rubble area. In front of them was a ring of gently sloping hills tens of meters high. It's not that difficult, because their slope is big enough. It was enough for the exhausted two old men to move through the silent area with a slight ease. It's just a little awkward.

Everywhere I look, there are all kinds of rubble, and I don't know what kind of existence they are in such an environment. The boss didn't want to dig deeper. He just watched carefully what was under his feet, which contained all sorts of layers of rubble. If you're not careful, you might step into it. He wasn't sure if the boots under his feet would hold up the level of scratches. Days of walking on top of the snow have already eclipsed the leather boots of such an animal. The incessant cold hardened the material inside to a certain extent, and the smoothness of the surface became worse and worse. If it weren't for the warmth on the inside, it would still be very good. The boss really didn't know if he should wrap his feet in the fabric on his body to get out of this damn place.

The pair on the old man's feet was obviously not much better. And it's closer to the brink of scrap than what you've stepped on. So I had to remind him to be careful! Instead of recklessly climbing up, let the friction from the tip of the gravel be the last straw that crushes the leather boots. The boss had every reason to believe that such necessary supplies would be in strict restraint at headquarters. Maybe it's dilapidated, and you have to find your own way to make them work reasonably. That's it.

Speaking of which, the altitude of the gentle slope itself is about a few tens of meters above sea level. But the point is that the word "slow", that is, the inclination angle formed between it and the horizontal plane is relatively small, so in fact, it takes a lot of time to reach the nearest next highest point. Under normal circumstances, a three-hour walk is not excessive.

On such a journey, the leader still did not forget to pay attention to his surroundings at all times. He could be quite unambiguously sure that someone had come to such a place before them. Because a large part of the gravel has been properly disposed of, it may not be detected at low altitudes due to visual errors that have actually formed. But when he and the old man had climbed halfway through all their hard work, they could see such a very obvious resting place not far from the direction in which they were going.

Although nothing was left of the household items, the traces of their clean-up of the area were clearly preserved. The leader had reason to believe that a team as large as his previous one had stayed here for a short time. As for why they didn't choose to camp at the foot of the mountain or on a gentle ridge. This is very intriguing.

According to the ordinary people's thinking, we either maintain a reasonable vigilance at the highest level, and the environment there is also very convenient for the arrangement of night vigils. But even in the case of being attacked by the night wind, it is not acceptable to everyone. Perhaps there is a more appropriate way to find an open area at the base of the mountain without having to put in more effort. That kind of place is obviously an excellent place to get away from the cold winds of the troposphere.

Then the gentle slope waist is obviously a kind of high and low place. The leader really couldn't figure it out, so he could only bury his head in the road and walk diagonally upward. The old man apparently didn't think much of it. It's just that there is an indescribable silence in his eyes occasionally, as if the despair of not wanting to give up something but not being able to do it is wrapping his mind!

Perhaps he already has a clear perception of his physical state. Either he realized it, or another thought told him directly.

Wait until the two-person team climbs to the second apex of the gentle slope. They all smiled at the sight of hope. It was getting late, but what still couldn't be extinguished was the blue sea that reflected a glimmer of light.

The afterglow of the setting sun pours the last energy of the day on the endless sea. At this time, the sun seemed to be a little warmer, at least Xiao Yun felt so. A few appropriate beams of light just happened to be projected from the mouth of the bag, illuminating the little guy's bright eyes full of wisdom, and the brightness of what he saw was quietly restless. It is always suppressed in the simple world with an irrepressible momentum. I can't see anything, but it's changed.

The sea surface and mountains are sparkling, and if you stand on such a high place as the head, it seems that the horizon in the distance occasionally meets a beautiful silver-blue ribbon. They are in each other's middle of each other, not abandoning each other, but appearing on a higher level in the observer's tiny world, and perhaps each of them does not feel the same at all.

All in all, the world washed by the Big Bang is in some ways amazing. They no longer have an irrepressible atmosphere of rage in the space where there were many human beings before, and they are always trying to quietly erase some traces of humanity in a place where there are few people, because those damned beings are completely superfluous.

They are just garbage that claim to be higher intelligent beings, and many things can be recovered and reused. However, the bad effects they have caused are far from being repaid with their own physical raw materials.

The leader just felt that it was very wonderful, and always felt that the thoughts of nature conveyed a very simple greeting, if the world really existed only by itself.

Then those seemingly obscure lives may come back to life!

The leader is thinking, this kind of thinking is never a kind of unprovoked targeting, because no one has practiced it! So it is precisely in one aspect that the rationality of this idea is confirmed!

I wish I could live a real life!

The boss sighed! Didn't say much. Those extravagant hopes are always just jokes! It's forever!