They just did a simple packing and hit the road. According to the old rangers, the longer they dragged on, the more variables they had, and the more people would die here.

The edge station is not very far from its neighbors, and there is a section of tram in between, which the people of the military station like to call the Ranger Boulevard, but this road is more like a rotten road that thieves can only pass through.

Several people sat upright on the tram, which consisted of only a few metal plates and rotten wooden blocks. At the front of the car are two flashlights covered in old glass, and there is a very old power generator connected to the flashlight, and there are two extinguished candles on both sides, and the wax oil is sprinkled on the patina-colored board, which looks like blood.

In the tunnel, the two headlights that glowed dimly looked like the eyes of a dark creature, and a few steps away, the darkness was so dense that it could not be seen, and occasionally there was a terrible scream or two, like the dying cry of an old woman, and soon, the cry would be drowned out in the tunnel.

Werna would sometimes bump into a bat or two passing from above.

"These bastards know we can't do anything about it, damn it." The old ranger used the butt of his rifle as a dispersal of the bats scurrying around, and he shouted, "Beware, these bats are dirty, and if you have bat fever, don't expect me to keep taking you." ”

At this moment, the coachman in front lit a bonfire, and the flames burst out in the darkness. The coachman stood in the slab and pounced on the bats that tried to attack them, and after burning four or five cleanly, the rats hiding in the gutter folded their wings and crawled up to their nests.

"These bastards are getting bolder." The Rangers returned in a huff.

"A lot has changed in the past year, and the wild dogs that used to hide from us will chase us from time to time, and even these little rats have begun to bully us," an old coachman spat hard, and he sat back in his driver's seat, taking out a mud pipe from the deep groove under his feet, and lighting it with a match, "It's a sad day, I say, you rangers are the starting point, these monsters are not your duty, otherwise why would we send prisoners and supplies to you." ”

The old rangers were in no mood to respond, and the few rookie rangers were also silent.

A big stupid guy, a coward, a deformed girl in a mask, what a good team....... Nor was Verna in any good mood to talk to the coachman, and as always, she wrapped herself under an overcoat.

The driver looked at these strange passengers, and had to mumble in a low voice, and continued to control his car with peace of mind.

The neighbor of the fringe station was the outpost of the subordinate station of the same military station, an equally inconspicuous outpost, but from the appearance of it, Verna surmised that it had neither any special product, nor was it by any means a transportation artery, and even, the station had few people, only a group of ordinary-looking residents, and a few old soldiers who did not talk to each other, they were barren, numb, and lifeless.

Maybe it just serves as a transit point between the edge station and the next training camp station, Vilna guessed to herself, but why should the inhabitants stay here for so long because it is so poor?

Judging from the map of the tunnel that I have observed before, it doesn't seem to make much sense as a relay function, and if it really wants to be an outpost, an edge station is enough.

"There used to be a lot of people here," the coachman said, looking at Noll's curious gaze, "it used to be a mine, and there was money here before the pit tunnel was blown up." ”

"Mine tunnels?" Noll subconsciously covered his mouth, he shrunk his shoulders, and found that no one else was looking at him, so he exhaled softly.

"Little girl, you really are the famous Ranger of the Wings of Freedom, and you look more like a girl who has not yet been weaned."

The coachman's casual joke made the coward Noel blush, and he wanted to argue, but he didn't have the guts.

"Hey, what a cute little girl, do you want to hear about this station? ”

"Think," the fool nodded excitedly, he looked like a child who got candy, making people deeply suspect that the Ranger badge on his body was an ornament, were these two really Rangers? Verna watched their movements impassively.

Amused by Addo's expression, the coachman cleared his throat and began to speak, "More than twenty years ago, a tunnel engineer from the library station, as people called him at the time, said that there was a tunnel leading to a mine, but it was only partially collapsed by missile bombardment. One of the high-ranking officials of the military station trusted him, so he sent someone to help him open the tunnel, and in fact, as the engineer said, there was indeed a pit at the entrance of the branch here, and the size of the outpost increased day by day. ”

"At least that was the case before the mine tragedy, when I was a hard-working old miner here," added another coachman with a smile, "You know the outpost's nickname?" ”

Noel shook his head subconsciously, his eyes wide open, listening to his story intently, looking more like a studious student than a Freedom Wings Ranger.

"Three mining stations, the outpost has three treasure mines, iron carbon, maids, and casinos, these three are the signs of the outpost," the coachman ignored Noel's stunned expression and continued, "The iron and carbon here used to supply nearly one-third of the needs of the ordnance, so there are many residents who come here, and at the same time, a lot of coquettish and bewitching maids also come here, of course, for us men who have been mining all year round, just a few dozen women are not enough, people need more activities, At that time, most of the military stations were enforcing a ban on gambling, but for special reasons, the ban was not enforced, so many people, including the cavalry guards, came here to have fun, and casinos opened. ”

"I thought the military wouldn't allow casinos."

"The military station also said that prostitutes are not allowed, and no deformed monsters are allowed to live, little ghost, it has said too many oaths, and if some words can really be done, we will not be exiled from the ground, and we are still living underground."

The old ranger's bloody teeth were black and crooked, coupled with that lewd smile, it was really unbearable to look at directly, and Noel had to nod his head. The coachman on the other side continues to tell the history of this place,

Soon, they were out of the outpost, and the road ahead was getting flatter, with a large amount of gravel "dirt road" beside it, and two steel rails poking into the deep tunnel like two straight fingers.

"The story is not over yet," he said, probably feeling that his surroundings were too quiet, and at a fork in the road, the coachman spoke again about his experience.

"Half a year ago, before the pit tragedy, everything was pretty good."

"Mine tragedy?"

"It's the monster hiding in the depths of the pit attacking the inhabitants," said the old coachman, pointing to his left hand side with a grim look on his face.

There was a deep, large tunnel with excavated earth and rock formations on the edges, and a simple double track was laid in the tunnel to transport the minecarts, and Vilna even saw several small wooden minecarts parked in a place that resembled a platform.

"It may be some kind of mutated rat, in short, someone found a few, and soon, someone found a group, they are amazingly numerous, and they are crazy, they bite people when they see them, and a dozen or so miners are knocked down as soon as they see them, I was smoking on the high platform, and I watched more than twenty rats wriggling around a miner, they were tearing his flesh, a living person, in less than thirty seconds turned into a half-bloody skeleton, the intestines were sprinkled everywhere as if knotted, and half of the skin of the face was gnawed.

My first reaction was to throw up, I still remember what I ate for breakfast that day, and after I vomited all the contents of my stomach, my second reaction was to run, as far as I could. ”

The coachman's deep, sunken eyes kept looking at the cave as if there was something hidden inside. He foamed at the mouth, then took out a cigarette from his bosom, picked it up, lit it, and swallowed the smoke.

After the stationmaster learned the news, he didn't know what to do for a while, so he wanted to ask the people of the guard corps for help, after all, everyone is a station on the same line, and the outpost is a place for supply and fun, so they didn't think much about it and sent people to help.

The first wave of people, about a dozen or so, plus our own people," the coachman said in a very complicated tone, "it was the bravest of us, and the stupidest. They were going to go deeper into the pit to find out, so everyone had a more complicated mentality, they waited, watched, waited, and waited, and then the group did not come back.

Now everyone fell out, and lost more than 30 people at once, so who can be satisfied? Word spread, and soon the Rangers and our "brave" SS men sent more men.

We are expecting them to succeed in destroying the monsters that have emerged out of nowhere. ”

The answer is self-evident, everything here today tells people about their failures. As happened to Grey River Station, the monsters have become more manic and brutal, the darkness has reached a deeper depth than ever before, and we begin to retreat from what was once our own territory, and the station that grew out of the pit is slowly dying because of the pit.

Gray River Station, Dawan Station, Sentinel Battle, Werna suddenly had a ray of sadness, people are being pressed by the darkness step by step, and behind this, some people are still killing their own people.

"The story is not over yet, the defeat of the military station and the rangers is desperate, and the station commander has made a cruel decision."

"Blowing up the mines?"

"If I had done that, I had to do that, and soon after, the people who had no work left one after another, and after another month, the head of the outpost was hacked to death by a mob of men, and after that, more people left the place where everything had been lost, and now even the maidens don't want to stay longer."

Knorr let out a scream of surprise, "Why did the thugs kill the stationmaster?" ”

The driver waved his hand in frustration and flicked the embers of the cigarette away, "Somebody has to be responsible," he said, "and he's the stationmaster." ”

"What did he do wrong?"

The old Ranger sneered, "He's not wrong, cutie, it's the world that's wrong." ”

Of course, the old Ranger had heard about it, and he knew better. One of the mobs became the outpost head, whom they had only met a short time ago, and the head of the outpost who had been hacked to death was his father.

The old rangers were not interested in this.

They went on in silence for two more hours, and in the middle of that time they had to clean up some of the bats that were wandering around, and once again, the bats scratched through the clothes of the fool Addo, and the fool turned his head and pinched the bat, clutching it into a puddle of meat. Had it not been for the old Ranger's reprimand, Vilna even suspected that the fool Addo would have eaten it, and of course, Noel was much inferior, he seemed to be afraid of mice, especially flying rats.

Soon, they arrived at their destination for tonight, the training camp station.

The former training camp station was the sports and shooting center, before the military station used it for military transformation, people here could get some light training equipment from the ground, and there were a lot of gun shops on the ground at that time, for this reason, there were many stalkers here, they scavenged all the weapons and ammunition available on the ground, and later searched for training equipment from the surface, and now, it has been successfully transformed into a military stronghold.

It has only one function, and that is to counter the edge depths beyond the tunnel flare. There, where the flames are easily extinguished by the humid air, there is a paradise for mutated rats, bloodthirsty bats, and distorted wild dogs.

Before the outpost's pit was developed, it served as an edge station. It was also the meeting point of the two tunnels, for which several men of the military post reinforced their defenses, and in the first ten years they repelled countless dark incursions, and now it is a backup stronghold.

There were only a dozen or so men guarding the stronghold, and the iron resistors in front of them stood on both sides of the tracks, the rising candle flames danced in the faint air currents, and the shadows of the vertical and horizontal shades on the walls danced under the light, showing their light to everyone.

The men looked coldly at the Rangers, who wore the special insignia of the military station, a tunnel in the shape of a cross, on which stood a white shadow in the shape of a human.

All the soldiers were uniformly black, with turquoise boots on their feet, long rifles slung cross-legged around their waists, water bottles pinned to the other side, each armed with a steel dagger with a bloodletting groove, and one carrying equipment similar to a night vision device. Werner noticed that their gait was relatively steady, and she suspected that they might be wearing bulletproof vests underneath.

They were so well equipped that Werna found that even the Rangers of the Wings of Liberty were not so well equipped.

The officer at the head was a middle-aged man with dark eyes, and he strode forward, "Report your name, Ranger." ”

His disgust overflowed, "Bloom said you were going to stay there for at least a week, and he didn't tell me that someone was coming back. ”

"Sir, we're just coachmen," the two coachmen bowed their heads respectfully, the dark-eyed officer had a grim face, as if he hadn't seen him, and the two coachmen looked at each other before turning away.

"Lady Humbita wants us to buy the Bat Hot Film," the old Ranger didn't look any kind of way toward this man, "This is her proof," the old Ranger took out a document stamped with the official seal of the Guardian Cavalry and patted him lightly on the chest, "Recognize, sir, see if he is a forgery." ”

The chief took the document with a calm face, and he patiently examined it back and forth three times before putting it down, "You think you can let me go with a piece of paper?" ”

The old ranger retracted the proof with an innocent face, "Do we need a little bribe from our noble commander?" Let me begin by saying that Ms. Humbitha has asked me to write clearly where every copper plate has gone, and that I am not good at lying, which is a bit difficult. ”

The Commander stared at the annoying Ranger with his unique dead-like eyes, "We have our rules, soldiers, to take them to the examination room for routine checks. ”

Two young men and women with guns stood up eagerly, "Yes, sir," and they seemed very interested in what was next.

The old Rangers, of course, understood that they were going to do what they called genetic tests, where men and women were put into their respective examination rooms and stripped naked to be examined by soldiers of the same sex, but anyone who had a physical disability and did not have a certificate of acquired disability from their bastard genetic bureau would be detained and further investigated.

If you are considered to have an acquired disability, it is fine, but if you can't prove it, they will take you to the genetic correction room on the grounds that the genetic aberration affects the genetic safety of the station

As for what the experiment was about, only God and their so-called anthropologists knew it. Unfortunately, I haven't heard of anyone who has survived the Experiment Correction Room.

Verna also heard this, and she suppressed her uneasiness and quietly hid behind the masked girl beside her.

"Our rangers are all good," the old slippery pout, "and even if they are aberration, their minds are better than those of some cold-blooded creatures who kill their own kind." ”

"Speak with respect," the chief grabbed the collar of the old slippery head and pushed it aside, "If it weren't for us, genetic contamination would poison the entire underground station, and you hypocrites who claim to be the guardians of humanity will only be able to guard some freaks and mutants who are no longer humans, old crow, remember, I think you are a ranger, and I won't pursue your crazy words for today's incident, but there are some things that can't be escaped." ”

The chief of the dark circles raised his fat worm-like fingers and pointed fiercely at Alexandra in the distance, "The masked one over there, come and get checked," the chief of the dark circles had long remembered this masked girl, the last time because it was a brigade of rangers who passed through the station in the name of the top, he didn't ask too much, this time it was different, he would not tolerate a person who was probably an aberration walking back and forth on his land, this kind of thing was enough once.

"Take off your mask, little crow, and we'll do a proper security check for you."

Alexandria froze, and she stood motionless, no one could guess what she was thinking. Knowing this, he gently put his hand down on his waist.......

"Don't move, little crow, lay down your weapons, or else," the black-eyed officer laughed dangerously and contemptuously, "I can only turn you into a well-behaved dead crow." ”

Ignoring his threat, the girl fumbled around her waist to find an identification tag of what it should have been, in Vilna's opinion. She stepped forward in a few steps, raising her head to look directly at the black-eyed non-commissioned officer.

"Pass," she simply uttered the words, and then there were no more words.

The girl's voice was very crisp, slightly cold, as if she was less angry, as if every word she said was bitten out.

Her badge worked, though, and Vilna couldn't tell anything from the non-commissioned officer's cold, paralyzed expression, but she could still read their movements.

The horses blocking the railroad tracks were moved away by the soldiers, and they walked straight in.

"Good luck this time, old raven," the black-eyed chief muttered a few more words and cursed some slurred words, but he didn't stop them again.

Werna walked in on crutches, and several rangers known as "Ravens" walked in front, and some people were curious, and so was Werna, wondering whose name the non-commissioned officer was seeing, and what role Alexandra was playing.

What was written on the quirky girl, she thought, the quirky identity, and the weird letter, more effective than Mrs. Humbisa?