The further they went, the more empty the platform became, and the men moved forward without saying a word.

Knorr was clearly still confused by the black-eyed sergeant's words, and as he reached a place full of boxes and tents, he couldn't help but ask, "Why do they call us crows?" ”

"In the old days, crows would always be found everywhere with dead bodies, and they were considered dead. Noll, we don't either. Our presence means that somewhere there is a disaster that normal guards can't solve, a rash attack near the station, an outbreak of dark creatures, or a flood of bandits, and these are all related to the dead, who think that we brought death, hehe, we are maggot eggs, we are raven mongrels, I have heard a lot of similar words. ”

"But, obviously, we're here to help them solve their problems."

"Could it be that you are a fool Noor, we are obviously there to make money, otherwise how do you think we can support ourselves, relying on hoes to help the weak to support ourselves? Or rob the rich and help the poor? Wings of Liberty is impartial, only money can change his position, oh, except for the guard cavalry.

That gang are damned murderers, rapists, political prisoners, and deserters, and they're only joining the Rangers to survive, you know. ”

Noel kept his mouth shut, he didn't dare to contradict the old Ranger's words, even if he knew that he had joined the Wings of Liberty for money, he didn't have the courage to contradict him.

The population of the training camp station was beyond Vilna's imagination, and even the young rangers who had been here not long ago were surprised, the last time they came here was around the time of the ghost, when the station was as silent as smoke, and the entire spacious station hall seemed deserted and empty, with only a dozen soldiers guarding the station.

"The exit of the training camp station is connected to three stations," the old ranger led them into a tin house with a beer sign, "Republic Station, Guardian Station, and Holy Führer Station, we can only take Republic Station. ”

"Why, isn't it the farthest way?"

"Fool, think with your brain," the old Ranger pulled out a folded old map from his bosom, on which a little dried blood stains were faintly visible, and there was a foul smell.

How long did he hide this map? The coward Noll covered his nose exaggeratedly and took a few steps back, "Shouldn't we take the nearest road, we just need to step over the ......... of the Holy Führer"

"Pass through the bioengineering station and the chaotic Bat Town, and then get out of the barracks, right?"

Well, with that said, it's not a good road.

The bioengineering station is the most notorious human testing station in the military station, and if there is any place in the entire subway that is a hell for mankind, then the bioengineering station must be the best in the whole station.

There was once a station master who thought he was brave to visit the bioengineering station, and when he came out, people found that he was insane, and some people said that he was less than one-tenth the size of a bioengineering station guard.

Bat Town, at the back of the bioengineering station, is a place where bats are infested with the bioengineering station. Many of the useless corpses and even living people at the bioengineering station are brought to Bat Town to feed the bats, where the people peddle their roasted bats and roasted rats to the surrounding area every year, and similarly, they are swarmed by the bats deep in the tunnels and even suck the blood marrow alive and die.

The road was a road of death, and the well-disciplined soldiers could not ensure the safety of the merchants and travelers who passed through it.

Another guardian station, which is directly connected to the Democracy Station, and after the Democracy Station, is the core station of the military station - the Ordnance Station, the full name of the country's first ordnance manufacturing station, which is a military station known as an underground military factory, which is also the basis for the Ordnance Manufacturing Station to stand out among the countless stations at that time, and even dominate this area.

The soldiers of the military station are equipped with equipment from the ordnance factory, which is mysterious, spacious and extremely sturdy, and extremely unfriendly to outsiders. Wanting to pass through there, the old ranger was not entirely sure. Alexandria's identity is very special, but he doesn't know if she's special enough to travel freely in the heart of the military station, where the screening of deformed humans is extremely strict.

The old Ranger didn't think he should take a gamble, and ....... Another disabled girl, the girl from Grey River Station, may not be able to pass through the Ordnance Factory Station safely.

"Anyway, have a good night's rest, and then we'll go to Republic Station, through General Hiero Station, Second Reich Station, and Third Reich Station, and then we can enter the Neutral Station, it's a long journey in between, and there is no shortage of dangerous creatures, I hope you will be refreshed then."

"Okay," the coward Noll plucked up the courage to look at the old ranger, in fact, he had just glanced at Verna, and was frightened by the scars on her face, "We'll get some rest." ”

Others remained silent. The old ranger didn't care about them either, and walked out alone, "You can choose the red thirteenth carriage as a place to rest tonight, it is very secluded and inexpensive, as long as we don't make too much noise, it will be difficult for us to attract the attention of others, lads and girls, I wish you a good night," he said slowly, and walked slowly into a small bath where several bewitching women stood at the door of the house.

The rest looked at each other.

"He's gone," the mentally handicapped Addo announced vaguely with his wide brain, "he's in a brothel?" ”

We all have eyes, and Verna didn't say that. "Guys, forgive me for not recovering, I'm going to rest, I wish you a good night."

Noel nodded hurriedly, "Good night, good night." ”

Verna found the enclosed compartment of the carriage, which she rented for one night for the price of two bullets. Ms. Hambisha gave her a large box of ammunition, saying that it was to thank her for her preferential treatment of various munitions trade at Grey River Station, and the embarrassed Werna naturally accepted it, and she vowed to return it to her ten times as much when it was all over, if she had that much money at that time.

The enclosed carriage was a small compartment that looked like a fringe station, except that the wooden planks of this compartment had been made by the people themselves after the old days—a bunk bed, oh, a cylindrical chair cut into logs, and a small wooden table, and a book, "Whispering", a book from Gusenald that had its own wit, but now Verna had no intention of flipping through the books.

She was in a daze day after day, she thought of her sister countless times, she dreamed of her death countless times, she was numb, and in recent days she tried to avoid it all, but the effect was not obvious.

Verna stepped out of the room and sat down in the folding chair by the window outside the cubicle, she aimlessly searched the window for every figure, every tent, every brick, not much from Grey River, she thought, but soon found that this place was completely different from there, that they had no resemblance.

It was my delusion, and a sense of absurdity arose in Vilna's heavy heart, and she thought once again that day, should she really let the sentinels attack? Would they have been saved if they had not attacked recklessly, if they had relied on the fortifications with all their hearts? Will the results be different?

Before she knew it, she was rehearsing in her mind what had happened that night, she wanted to pick up a rifle and stab the dark creatures one by one, she wanted to bite them one by one with her teeth, but she thought too much, she knew she couldn't do anything, but she couldn't face the fact that she couldn't face anything.

Verna withdrew her disorganized thoughts and cast her gaze on the distant platform. There, people were drinking, crowds were hustle, dancing under the flames and dim lights, listening to an elder's hearing.

The men and women of the crowd religiously worshipped the supreme leader of the station, the great leader who claimed to have freed the station from its past of hardship and poverty, the idol of most of the children living in the station, the longing of the hot-blooded youth, who would be baptized day and night by great ideas, until at last they decided that the Führer had brought everything, the Führer had created everything, and the Führer had saved everything.

In a world without a head, people sing and dance, get drunk, and share in the same pleasures, but they turn a blind eye. Those who are older have been expelled, detained, and even subjected to mandatory human trials for giving birth to deformed freaks, and people have also turned a deaf ear.

Also, the most unacceptable thing for human beings is to face the truth, she is like this, and so is it for others, how many people are exceptions? Are those who claim to be brave enough to be honest?

Virna reluctantly found that in the depths of her own psyche, the fear of those dark creatures still stubbornly prevailed.

There was a slight push on the door, and Werna stood up, the masked girl named Arisanne, who looked at Werna, didn't say anything, just nodded her head in imperceptible increments, and sat down in another corner.

She was as lonely as herself, and Verna soon discovered the truth, had she also lost everything? She is miserable enough, is she as miserable as herself?

They sat with their backs to each other, firing through the glass in the firelight, and Werna could watch her every word and action.

The girl's eyes were glazed, she kept staring out the window, she was watching a couple with a child, watching them laugh loudly, watching them carefully pick up the child, and watching the young lady kiss the child's forehead as softly as the wind, and they finally disappeared on the platform, like the wind in the tunnel.

This is a loveless girl, and Verna doesn't know if her inference is correct, she has the same congenital defects as her sister.

Ali got the title of "squint" and was rejected by her peers, but what about her? Miss Deformed Born in the High Echelons of the Military Institute? What kind of life should she accept?

Repulsion, disgust, or even unfriendly "greetings"? Peer bullying? The mercy of the elders? She should have already experienced it, so wearing a mask, trying to cover the mutilation on her face, what kind of face is it under her mask? Verna found herself in a self-conscious state of inexplicable self-association, pursed her lips and looked away, allowing her pupils to drift.

Vilna remained in her own solitude until the clock struck midnight for the last time, and the old Ranger was drenched in alcohol and kept muttering the name of a certain woman, and he kept repeating the apology, and from the staccato words she knew that the woman was dead, dead for more than ten years.

Are men like that?

For some reason, Verna began to feel a little sorry for him, how could a pathetic monster keep thinking about another woman when there was a woman lying underneath him?

He didn't look like an elite rider of Freedom Wings at all, and Werna suspected that she could easily take him out at this point, could such a person really be trusted?

He fell to the ground drunk, and barely managed to crawl into Vilna's room with the door wide open.

Vilna was so angry that she had to find another room, but the merchant in the cab compartment was already asleep, and she was not sure if the owner would open a room for her in the middle of the night.

Forget it, I'm going to sleep in the corridor tonight, she's had a few times when she was younger, and it's a paradise in comparison.

As she snuggled up in the seat by the train window, someone approached.

She turned her head alarmedly, and the masked girl was looking at her.

"Don't you have a place to sleep?" The girl's voice was as shrill as a child, mixed with a hint of uncertain hesitation, "Can you sleep with me?" ”

What a small voice, so green. Verna was about to refuse, when she suddenly thought of the girl's identity. She was needed for this trip, and Werna naturally needed to deal with her well.

But why did she find herself? Just because you don't have a place to sleep? Verna considered her offer with her usual vigilant mind.

"Your legs aren't very ......."

Verna was a little uneasy, was she concerned about herself? Since she came to the Rangers, she had rarely met the attention of anyone other than Lady Humbisa. She and I are not related, but she is so kind, which does not match her usual personality. Mrs. Humbita says that she is an introverted little girl, withdrawn, unsociable, as if she has closed herself in her own world, why should she help herself?

"Thanks," Verna smiled gratefully, "I'm used to sleeping like this. ”

The girl was silent for a moment, then cowered. It looked as if she had lost her patience to talk because of her refusal.

Verna secretly regretted it a little, and tried not to refuse her kindness to the withdrawn girl, otherwise it would only break her mentality.

"Are you sleepy now?"

The girl shook her head.

"Can you talk? I'm curious about Wings of Freedom. ”

The masked girl touched the mask with her left hand, and through the mask's two hollow eye sockets, Verna could vaguely see that her eyelids seemed to be covered by something resembling snake scales. No wonder she wants to wear a mask, which girl dares to show such a face to the eyes of the world.

The girl lowered her head, then looked up at her again.

"What do you want to know?"

"The purpose of the Wings of Liberty is here."

The girl was stunned for a moment, a look of uncertainty flashing in her eyes.

"Deputy Commander Bronn gave us instructions to help the Guardian Cavalry clear the lair of the dark creatures, and I don't know anything else."

Vilna was a little disappointed, but didn't show it. "Where are the elite troops of the Wings of Liberty now?"

"I don't know, I'm ordered to come here, and only the deputy head can contact them." She seemed to have something unspeakable, and she looked very worried.

Verna's stiff face softened, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked much. ”

"I ...... It's okay. Her heart was on her mind, and Werna didn't know how to open her closed shell to learn more.

"That'..... Would you like to hear me tell us the story of our Grey River Station? ”

The masked girl nodded cautiously........

The next day, Verna was woken up by the old Ranger.

"Little girl, I drank too much last night," the old Ranger didn't have the slightest guilt on his face, "next time my room will let you sleep, if you don't mind squeezing a bed with me." ”

Verna turned a deaf ear, she only hoped that the old man's hands would not be as cheap as his mouth, or she was afraid that she would not be able to bear to shoot him at the head of her bed one day.

They continued on their way, without the Second Empire station checking the Rangers, and for the next half day, they walked along the railroad tracks, and in the middle of the tunnel, there were even tunnels crushed by the rocks on the top.

To do so, they had to bypass the clogged tracks, sometimes climbing over rockfalls, and carefully stepping on the creaking pillars on the intricate tunnels.

During this time, Alisa has been patiently helping Willy, who has difficulty in legs, to walk through one collapse after another.

Fortunately, the Third Reich station soon came head-on. The Third Reich station is arguably the farthest station from the core area.

Even so, as soon as they entered the distance of the station, they spotted soldiers patrolling.

Fortunately, these soldiers did not put much effort into checking the visitors of the Second Reich Station, not to mention that the crows of the Wings of Liberty were going back and forth to and from the territory of the military station, and the soldiers were tired of interrogating these dirty and ugly crows.

"Don't move around," the three soldiers watched, pointing to something shaky in the distance, threatening in a low voice, "or they'll be doomed." ”

Vilna was horrified to find that there were corpses, eight in all.

The first was a skinny old man, with white hair like decaying snowflakes, and his teeth had fallen out, but not naturally.

The second was a young and beautiful woman, dressed in a blood-stained tattered silk dress, with her fingers painted with red finger oil, and a sign written in blood on her body—Adultery.

"The Third Reich is very strict with morality," said the old slippery head, suddenly gloating, "they are not even allowed to show up here, but this woman died here because her old concubine was tired of her, and the old concubine I saw not long ago was having fun with a younger girl." ”

Verna looked deeply at the beautiful female corpse, her scalp was scratched, the corners of her mouth were bruised, and the two long white legs on her hem were covered with scars, and the places that should have been full were covered with purple whip marks and bite marks, she suspected that this woman had been violently tortured during her lifetime, but she could not rule out that it was only after her death that she had encountered those things.

These people punish crimes, but they are even more disgusting than the most bastards of villains.

The next few were all spy-spied, a child, a pregnant woman, and three ordinary men.

"There is a deep contradiction between the Third Reich station and the adjacent neutral station-sovereign united front," Knoll secretly explained, "and they have been at war for twenty years. ”

"The coward is right," the old ranger turned his head to stare at the patrolling soldiers in the distance, "this is different from the Second Empire station, and when you want to talk nonsense, you'd better use your brain to sew your mouth shut, or no one will be able to save you." ”

The fool Addo was attracted by the young female corpse, and he only noticed the bright tits, the poor boy who was so old that he probably hadn't seen the tits of a woman other than his mother.

Werna knew what the boy was thinking, but she decided it was better to keep her mouth shut. If a person is interested in corpses, there is no guarantee that he will not be so hungry that he wants to go on a disfigured cripple.

Suddenly, Verna squinted at a group of soldiers, their solemn faces, heavily armed, and determined in their steps, apparently coming straight for them.

"Calm down," the old ranger also noticed that something was wrong, "smile, don't resist, things seem to be a little wrong." ”

Verna's guess was correct, and the soldiers surrounded them, and the officer at the head stepped forward to stop.

It was a non-commissioned officer over thirty-five or sixteen years old, with a cheetah-like shrewd look, eyes as dark as a wolf, and wearing the tricolor uniform of an elite escort. This is a very "pure" Terbium people with very "pure" bloodlines and facial features, and he is undoubtedly a powerful figure in the army, otherwise, there would never be such a team of soldiers who belong to the elite to escort him.

"Old Slippery ........"

The old ranger put away his usual ruffian smile, "It turned out to be the famous captain of the elite escort team, what's the matter, we made a mistake?" ”

"Not really," the non-commissioned officer turned to the masked girl, "Miss Alexandria, your father wants to see you. ”

The masked girl's body tensed, her fingers clutching the gun at her waist without saying a word.

All the Rangers held their breath and waited for Alexandria's reply, as if her next response was at stake.

Alexandria's breath became rapid, and she thought about it for a long time before she shook her head imperceptibly, as if to be sure of something, and she shook her head again, her gaze becoming determined.

The middle-aged non-commissioned officer's rejection of her seemed to have been expected for a long time, and he did not impose a hindrance, but just waved his hand, and the soldiers dispersed in turn.

"Your father has entrusted me to return Madame's relics to you, and he apologizes to you."

With that, the non-commissioned officer took out a bronze plated oval bead necklace and offered it, and said gently and deferentially, "Miss Alishan, please accept it." ”

The masked girl held out her hand, but was reluctant to take it. But before she could hold on for long, she took the necklace anyway.

The man bowed again deferentially and gently, and turned to leave.

The departure of the captain of the escort drained the girl's courage, she clutched the necklace tightly, but never looked up, and on the other side of the platform, a middle-aged man who was closely guarded by soldiers was watching her.

She knew, but didn't look at him.

Soon, several people walked out of the station, this time without anyone intercepting them.

"Old slippery head, did you know that captain of the guard before?"

The old ranger looked at the disabled girl in amazement, "Your observation is quite sharp. You guessed it, he's also a member of Freedom Wings before, and he's been on missions with me. ”

"On a mission?"

"He's a good player, I admit that his marksmanship is exquisite, and even his dagger skills are only a little worse than mine, but his character is not good."

Verna pricked up her ears and continued to listen.

"He used live thieves as bait to lure out a group of blood-sucking creatures hiding in the depths, and of course, he made twenty cuts in them, and he used his dagger to pick up the flesh of the poor creatures in order to make sure that they were brought in completely.

In another operation, he was about to kill many of the monsters that had broken into an unnamed station, and burned the residents of the original station who had not had time to escape.

After that he was kicked out......

Now it seems that he is a good fit here...... Hey, at the end of the day, this guy likes to torture and kill prisoners, and he is very cruel in his bones. Even if he didn't do anything wrong, the rangers of his generation were disgusted and even afraid of him, so he was squeezed out. ”

"No wonder he deserves that uniform," said Knoll carefully, "he's more terrible than a violent bear." ”

"Tyrant Bear is the overlord of the new legion," the old Ranger lazily added to the bewildered Werna, "he loves to bully children, but even ten Tyrant Bears are not as cruel as one of his pink little fingers, and he has done many things that no man can do." ”

"Why are there people like this in the tunnel?"

"Who knows, maybe he's the bastard created by the Mother of Tunnels to punish us for ruining our homes, but there's one thing that goes unquestionable...... This guy is just as cruel as Mother Tunnel. ”

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