The soldiers' footsteps were countless times heavier than they had been, and as they marched through the long tunnels, what little courage they had had was like drops of water on a damp wall being sucked up by the cold ground beneath their feet. Fortunately, the strange voice did not appear again, otherwise, Verna suspected that a few timid soldiers would be the first to collapse, and once a soldier started, most of the others would just do it, and at that time, the operation would naturally only be annihilated.

The poor puppy, seconds after they had decided to go deeper into the tunnel, jumped away and turned to burrow behind him, trying to get away from it, and the scene was even more terrifying. Even the poor little know how to escape, do they have to go into the darkness like fools? In addition to their duties, what else do they need to insist on? Some of the soldiers began to speak, some of them spoke in a deeper voice about something horrific, and for others, Verna could easily smell the fear in them, which was so thick that it was chilling.

In order for them to have the courage to move forward, Verna even took the initiative to go forward, she had to go forward, and for this reason, she prayed that the shame that rose in the hearts of the soldiers after seeing a disabled girl with leg problems was closer to the darkness than they did, and some of the fear would be counteracted.

She faced the deepest darkness and walked forward as always, wanting to go back to the way she had been at Grey River Station, when she also walked ahead of her fellow residents to patrol the outposts. Thousands of years had passed, and she only felt that the memories in her mind had blurred a lot.

Father, bless me, she prayed to myself that I would pass without being consumed by this damn darkness. She clenched the "Silent Lady" in her hand, like her mother who had long been sleeping underground, invisibly giving herself the motivation to move forward, as if she was really watching herself on the ground of the tunnel. What would she think if she saw me taking such a risk to avenge Grey River Station? Verna closed her eyes bitterly, and then opened them even more firmly, either way, give me a blessing.

After an hour of walking in such fear and uneasiness, Verna's courage began to wear out, she did not know if there were any soldiers following her, she just numbly drove herself instinctively forward, forward, forward....... Along the way, she thought of many ......

The most was the man, the man with black hair and black eyes, young and not strong. "I'm from another world, no thermonuclear war, no ruins....... "No thermonuclear war, no ruins, no living on the subway, it's a wonderful world. She had fantasized about too many things of the old days, and every child on the subway, every child who didn't have to work for hunger, would have such thoughts.

What's on the ground?

What's on the ground? Fool, what a fool, she wanted to cry, why people have only been sealing the ground for thirty years, and there are fools who want to know what is on the ground. And that fool is still his own sister.

"What's ...... on the ground," she muttered.

"There is the sky and the earth, there are the stars, there is the continent of ice and the sea of fire, there is the opinion on the earth that we long to see," the blurred outline of her sister seemed to shadow her, and in the dimly lit tunnel, Werna seemed to see her beckoning to her.

Damn it, she wiped her tears, why would I think of this. "I am Artyom, the hero of the tunnel......." Another voice full of interest, that is my own self when I was a child? She was waving her hands excitedly, and Verna suddenly had an inexplicable feeling, she was so beautiful and innocent at that time. She and Willy were cheering on the roof of the carriage, "I'm the daughter of a great merchant, I want to see the stars, Artem, can you take me?" “

"Dashang," said the young woman innocently, "it must be very rich, give me the money, and I will take you there." “

My sister frowned in annoyance, and she craned her chin to think about how she could get the money. Verna could even see her face and stretched out her hand...... A loud bang shattered the illusion in front of him.

It turned out that just now, the old ranger suddenly stopped, and Ado behind him was moving at full speed, and he didn't have time to stop his steps, so he threw himself on the back of the ranger, and the huge dust was lifted, and everyone seemed to look at each other as if they had just woken up from a dream, and turned their eyes again.

The old Ranger tried to kick Addo away, but he couldn't.

"Don't move away from me again, you watch your ass at night........" The old ranger's threat worked, and Addo hurriedly got up and slapped his own dust.

The non-commissioned officer asked, "What happened just now?" “

The old Ranger shook his head cautiously, he swung his misshapen ears in the direction of the tunnel, catching the subtle changes in the air over and over again, while sniffing incessantly, "Strange, nothing abnormal, but ........ just now"

The non-commissioned officer took a deep breath, "It should be too depressing, the air around here is very unobstructed, and it is easy for people to have symptoms of hypoxia." He looked at the other soldiers, who were just staring at each other in a daze, not even knowing what was happening.

It was strange that he hadn't noticed anything unusual or suspicious, and the old Ranger hesitated for a moment, "Keep going?" “

The non-commissioned officer nodded, they turned on more flashlights, drank a few more sips of water to wake up, and the old ranger tore off the bloody leaf grass he was carrying with him and chewed it.

Suddenly, Alisa jerked the machine gun off her shoulder and loaded it.

"Who's there?" The girl deliberately lowered her voice and asked, "Stand up." “

The old ranger cautiously hit the flashlight, who it would be, he didn't know, there was obviously nothing abnormal in the air, no, there was a faint smell of blood, he almost missed the smell of blood just now, it was so weird.

In the distance, the tunnel's sealing valve opened feebly, like a whirlpool, attracting the most unimaginable creatures. It seemed to have existed for a long time, unmoved, and near it, there were some shadows lying on the ground and shrugging their shoulders.

Noll could faintly see the creature with its ill-defined outline through the light, "something not too big...... Reptiles? ”

"It's a bunch of ghouls, strange, obviously there is no smell of corpses, and there is no smell of ghouls."

From the underground river station to the transportation station, to the edge of other subways, and beyond, there are ghouls, which feed on the corpses of various creatures, and most of them have different types, and even different types will fight each other, which is an extremely common dark creature.

"White Ghoul ???" The non-commissioned officer was slightly worried that the white ghouls were the most dangerous of the ghouls, they were numerous, huge, and cruel by nature, and sometimes attacked not only corpses, but also the living.

The old Ranger looked down at the movements of the ghouls in the distance, and their size, "Just ordinary scavengers." ”

These common scavengers look like spiders and primates, with six spider-horned arms, mostly dark gray and flesh-red, but one thing is guaranteed: they don't attack humans, they're not the kind of white-clad hunters, but subway scavengers waiting for their death.

It was a strange thing to find a large group of scavengers in this place where there were neither graveyards nor dens, and the disgusting smell of bloody corpses from the tunnel that had just been ignored alerted them, and the smell was light, but they had caught it. Under the effect of this dry smell, many people began to regurgitate, and some simply put on gas masks when they couldn't hold on.

But shouldn't you not smell the smell of blood in the first place? Doubts slowed the non-commissioned officer. "Could there be other smells, or poisonous gases hidden in the smell of blood? Like spores? Two months ago it was clean and clean. The non-commissioned officer asked the old Ranger for confirmation.

The old Ranger frowned, and replied vaguely through his gas mask, "Only the smell of blood"

The non-commissioned officer glanced at the old Ranger scrutinically, trying to see if he was deceiving himself, but he could not get an answer.

"It just means that someone is dying here....... Not so long ago. ”

Could it be the people of the caravan? Or the last batch? The non-commissioned officers couldn't help but be more careful, could it be that they had come to the so-called "crime scene"?

Soon, they were relieved of their doubts, because they had indeed witnessed the scene of the crime, most of the bodies were bones, and there were no survivors left. They had been dragged from the depths, and the Rangers discovered that they might have been dead before they came back here...... Maybe he fainted and was then disposed of as dead by the ghouls.

The old Ranger couldn't help but ask, "Is there a ghoul lair around here?" ”

"In the depths of Line 3, there are all kinds of nests...... But it's far from here......."

The old slippery head's eyes were sunken deeply, and his eyelids twitched from time to time to hide the uneasiness hidden in his eyes, "Ghouls will wander with corpses, but not too far, there must be something driving them, it may be other more ferocious beasts, or it may be human factors, the dead are the caravan's swoo?" “

The officer took a deep breath, he flipped through several of the corpses, and identified them through the remaining clothing, "They are indeed caravans, and there are task forces we sent out........" Most of his body was bitten and swallowed by ghouls, leaving only a head that looked relatively intact, only to see that the pale eyes on the skull were tightly closed, and the face was serene, but there were blood marks flowing from the facial features, and there was a bloody bullet hole on the forehead, what does this terrible death mean? What did he go through? A chill crept through the soldiers.

"This ......" the old ranger used a torch to disperse the creeping flies on the corpse, looked over the corpse, and sniffed the smell in the air...... "There is no other abnormal smell on the corpse except the bad breath of the ghoul and the smell of the rotting corpse, died of gunshot wounds?" He wasn't sure if the bleeding was the cause of death, or if the fatal hole in his forehead was the cause of death.

One of the non-commissioned officer's deputies said sourly, "Gunshot wounds, who can do such a thing except humans, I think it is the hand of the army." ”

"We wouldn't know if their people wanted to come over?" The non-commissioned officer replied coldly, "Unless they can come from Line 3, if that's the case, I'd rather eat this head raw." ”

Another melancholy young soldier was even more pessimistic, "The army will sometimes collude with the people of the Han Court, probably from the Han Court to infiltrate the transport station, they have set up an ambush in front, and when they kill us, they will throw it to the ghouls, they are better to the ghouls than to us, our former compatriots, it is really excessive." “

The non-commissioned officer patted the young boy's head, "The military station and the Han court may meet the same woman, but they will never urinate in the same urinal, don't make these useless guesses." Everyone, be on alert and watch out for attacks. “

They did not find a convoy transporting goods, there was nothing extra except for the corpses. After consulting with the old Ranger and making sure there were no other anomalies or any clues about the dark creatures, the non-commissioned officer gave the order to "move on." The caravan had already met with an accident, but they would never just go back with the corpse to report it, it would only make people laugh at him, the old stationmaster needed to know how they died, and he made it clear at the beginning.

In the darkness, the light from the lamp in the non-commissioned officer's hand glowed like a pale yellow speck floating on the tunnel wall, lightly adding to the damp floor and the surrounding walls. The lamp was held a little farther away, and the light was lost in the darkness. The darkness ahead greedily devoured the light of the portable flashlight, which could only illuminate the path within ten steps.

The torn tires of the ammunition cart were still creaking and protesting against the tunnels.

Verna heard Knorr and Addo complaining timidly about their frustration, the footsteps of the soldiers behind her muffled their whispers. The soldiers had already marched a halfway, and if in the past the remaining half would have been done by the trams or fuel trucks on the tracks pulling the goods, but now ....... The tracks were covered by debris, corpses, ghouls, and some abandoned garbage, and of course, no fool would dare to swagger and drive past without warning.

Even if the only direction at the moment was ahead, the old Ranger knew that danger didn't just come from that direction.

It could also come from the ventilation pipes above their heads, or from the sealed doors between the utility rooms on both sides, or from the tunnel branches to which secret exits lead. Even below them and in the rear, where safety has been ensured, danger remains: something horrific is now lurking in the manhole abandoned by its predecessors. At that time, the engineers who built the subway left them behind, and they were forgotten by the people who maintained the subway operation before the disaster, and these unknowns lurking in the depths of the shadow world are the source of their fear.

The non-commissioned officers and the soldiers in charge of the lighting had to shine on the walls constantly, and what they did was for the people sitting behind the converted light cloaks. The fingers of these armed men rested their fingers on the safety of the machine guns, ready to switch to firing mode and pull the trigger at any moment. They rarely speak, chatting interferes with their attention and weakens their reactions, they do their best to catch all the strange sounds in the tunnel in the sound of their breathing, and the fear of the unknown is the most lethal factor, which gradually wears down their will.

There was another long silence and a long walk, and Verna tried to wake up, but a burning sensation and exhaustion slowly spread over her feet, up her already thin and broken legs, up her back, and then on her arms, and she felt nothing but soreness.

Hot beads of sweat poured out of her head, at first tiny beads of sweat that slowly oozed out, and slowly gathered into large ones, rolling down her side cheeks, dazed, dazed, dazed, she only felt as if she was walking through the fog, and she couldn't get out no matter how she walked. She glanced at the soldiers with blank eyes, and they were also caught in a muffled gasp.