Zola was a head above Clarke, with a round shield behind her.

A hilt of a sword is exposed from the round shield.

Under Tucker's tutelage, she was able to use these weapons.

Her long hair has been shaved off.

If it weren't for the slight plumpness of her chest, just by her appearance, she wouldn't know she was a female soldier at first glance.

Walking up to Mark, Tucker gave a military salute: "Leader! I have explained the situation to them, and they all went on the battlefield of their own free will. Although the task is daunting, for them, it doesn't matter whether they live or die, what matters is that they can follow you. ”

Scanning the crowd, I found that they were full of trust in themselves, and they had already put life and death out of their bodies.

"It's just that we don't have a lot of ammunition for laser guns." Tucker appended.

This is a real problem, and it's pretty serious.

Ammunition is needed for training, and even more so for combat, and once there is a dynamic encounter, no one can control the ammunition yield.

Lack of technical support, can only be fought but not manufactured, this problem is really nerve-wracking.

All the equipment was patchwork, and without strong back-up, the soldiers had no durability to speak of.

Such a team is far from enough to be afraid of sacrifice.

Although he is helpless, the war does not allow for bargaining.

The arrow is already on the string and has to be sent.

The way depends on thinking, and the wife depends on grabbing!

Hesitation doesn't make a big deal, but it makes a mistake.

Decisively ordered:

Let's go!

Led by Tucker, the crowd marched towards the agreed south gate.

Only Carl and Brian were left in the camp.

Walking through the Kansas laneways, the doors of the roadside dwellings are closed, and the scarcity of the past has been covered in spider silk.

The dust was piled up, the garbage was scattered all over the place, and it was obvious that no one had cleaned it up for a long time.

All this shows that the population is withering rapidly.

Mark lamented the devastating trauma of the war on Kansas, and it was certainly difficult to recover for a while.

Not to mention that the brothel that Clark stopped to linger at every time he passed by, and it was even more empty.

Although the people of Kansas are different from humans, they have always bullied the humans here, but their blood and genes are roughly the same, and they are also flesh and blood creatures, and they are by no means as cruel as the mechanical legions.

For this, Mark prefers Kansas.

As long as he is alive, it is his duty to help them fight against the abominable intelligent mastermind.

His actions in Kansas have transformed the people here, and they have been able to improve their social status as a result of their efforts.

I believe that it won't be long before the people of Kansas will learn how to live in peace with humanity and no longer enslave them.

All of this can be solved without violence, just by confirming one's abilities and importance to Kansas.

One word came to mind: nonviolent attack.

Tucker has been changed by himself, from hating Kansas at the beginning to being subtly changed now, and the change is indeed not small.

In time, you may be able to realize the painstaking struggle of not going against Kansas.

In fact, he could have profited from the battle against the Mechamp Legion in Kansas, or even got rid of Kansas, but he never did so.

Because survival is not easy, do it and cherish it.

From the current point of view, at least everything is developing according to your own wishes, in the direction you want.

Perhaps the journey home is quite long, far away.

I don't know if the wife and children and elderly mother I miss are okay......

Will definitely go back to their own time!

"Drive!"

The reins in his hand tightened, and after a loud scolding, the giant rat galloped.

After arriving at the South Gate of Kansas, Lorenna never arrived.

Indeed, the crowd arrived earlier than the appointed time, and for this reason they all waited in rest.

The number of soldiers guarding the gate was small, and most of them were elderly.

The people of Kansas were all soldiers, except for the old and the young, women and children, and they would go to the battlefield.

All of them have the ability to recover, and as long as they don't die, their wounds will heal after a while.

So the young people are going to the front, and they will not be like humans, who will retire because of the mutilation of their limbs.

A veteran saw Mark riding a giant rat towards him, and did not salute.

From the equipment, it should not be difficult to observe that this team is going to fight, although this army is all human.

The sight of a human being holding a weapon, freely entering and exiting the gate, clearly did not exist in his memory bank.

"Stop! Please show your pass! "The veteran is old and his voice is old.

Clark stepped forward and scolded, "Presumptuous! Don't you salute when you see the chief? Didn't see the uncles go out to fight? ”

"No one can cross without a pass!"

"Just a few of you? Hehe, I think it's about the same as bird hunting. The veteran clearly didn't buy it, and his sneer made Clark angry.

"Old man, we did go on a mission."

Mark didn't want to get into an argument, though the old veterans couldn't stop everyone from entering.

After jumping off the giant rat, Mark saluted the veteran and said, "Labor is accommodating. ”

Out of curiosity, the veteran reached out his withered palm to touch Mark's mech.

The mecha has been baptized by battle and looks mottled and old.

But in the eyes of the lizard veteran, it is a strange novelty.

The trembling voice looked muddy and old, and even the touch began to tremble: "You are the 'stranger'?" ”

"Not bad." Mark nodded.

"I've heard a lot of rumors about you, and you're indeed more heroic than some Kansas."

The veteran did not let him go, and talked to Mark: "Where are you going?" ”

The words of the Lizard Veteran represent the identification of the people of Kansas with themselves.

But he was embarrassed by what he asked.

Out of politeness, he had to reply: "We will go to Prince Philip......"

"Graveyard of the Dead?"

The veteran is old, but he doesn't turn his ears.

Apparently he did not believe what the stranger said, but he was surprised and kept his mouth shut.

The mutilated teeth make the speech a little leaky.

He continued to ask, "Do you really want to go to war?" That's it? ”

"Yes." Nodding in confirmation, he asked, "Death graveyard?" Old man, are you familiar with that area? ”

Apparently, the lizard veteran was familiar with the area known as the "Graveyard of the Dead."

When he confirmed where the stranger was going, there was more horror in his eyes than doubt.

"Graveyard of the Dead! Graveyard ......

The veteran muttered to himself, shook his head with his spear and retreated.

"Wait, old man. Looks like you're very familiar with that place? Can you tell me about it? ”

Mark wanted to get a glimpse of the area known as the "Graveyard of the Dead."

Maybe it helped me, and Laurena hadn't arrived yet.

"Young man, I advise you to avoid that terrible place." The veteran retreated to the corner of the city gate.

"Can you please tell me about the graveyard of the dead?" Mark looked sincere.

Once he was seated, Mark stood beside him, trying to listen carefully to what he had to say about the "graveyard of the dead."

The lizard veteran's respect for Mark seemed bewildered.

There is no custom of respecting the elderly, so that the situation of the elderly is extremely miserable.

Although they are now in a critical situation, they have been re-recruited, but their situation has not improved much.

The veteran leaned against the city walls, his cloudy eyes looking up at the sky, trying to recall the fragments of his memories of the "graveyard of death".

"Sit down!"

He beckoned Mark to sit down and began his narration with a long sigh.