She was busy, first unplugging the oxygen masks brought by those people on the bed frame, which did deliver oxygen to people, but it was also mixed with non-toxic gas that could paralyze people's nerves, and her body had antibodies to that gas, which was a talent, but it also saved herself.

Unnatural screams and moans. Yin rang one after another in the carriage, and it could be seen that she was a little handy, but at least the injured patients were treated, and as the anesthetic gradually took effect, they gradually began to snore, only Zhang Ling was busy.

It's just a return for the favor.

She glanced at Zhou He and thought to herself.

Zhou He sat quietly in the corner, sitting in a curled posture against the carriage, an irresistible sleepiness came to his head, and slowly sank into sleep, but he never took off his battle suit, which was his last layer of life support.

He had a dream:

In the evening, the village was busy, and the children were sweating profusely to help the adults divide the meat one by one, and the cooking smoke spiraled and climbed in circles, condensing in the sky above the village.

Under the stacks of the roof, the fifteenth brother painted a group of children with strong curiosity to pass along the way, and from time to time intimidated the group of children in a gloomy and hoarse tone. The children held the steamed stick bones in their hands, their faces were stained with oil, and they made straws out of hollow branches and sucked the bone marrow from the stick bones.

In fact, it was dull and tasteless, but the children's faces were full of innocent and satisfied smiles, they had no candy, no Argentas, but the happiness on their faces was like a breeze blowing through people's hearts, gently blowing away the sorrow in the hearts of others.

Tonight was a ploughing party with everyone in the village participating. Some of the freshly preserved meat is roasted on a red charcoal fire. The young girls held hands in a circle, sang cheerful songs, and danced simple but beautiful dance steps unique to the girls, and the children's laughter became the accompaniment.

Zhou He tasted the dried fruit made from the fruit he didn't know, sat quietly on the side, his face was flushed with the ploughing fire, he shook his head with a smile and politely declined a few girls who invited him, and took the little five girls to carefully bake the oily barbecue.

A group of children gathered around Zhou He and shouted for him to tell another story, and he held a little girl with a thumbs up in his arms, and two braids on her head, which Zhou He had tied for her with his own hands.

He looked at the flickering fire, and felt that the blazing ploughing fire was melting itself little by little, that blazing fire was the fireworks ignited by the soul, and the melodious song was a chant from the soul, dispelling the sorrow in everyone's hearts, this was a warm party, condensing everyone's courage and yearning for the future.

"Good night."

He said, to those who had disappeared or who had died······ Everything in front of him gradually blurred, and he vaguely heard someone calling in his ear.

"Wake up."

She wiped away the blood on her hands with a bandage, and then woke up Zhou He softly, he was curled up in the corner of the carriage, sleeping like a child, the steel suit on his body had never fallen off, maybe he was very sleepy, right? She thought.

"It turned out to be just a dream."

Zhou He opened his eyes in disappointment and saw that she was reaching out to touch the armor she was wearing.

"What's wrong?"

He asked.

"Eleven people were seriously injured and nineteen died."

Zhang Ling calmly narrated.

"Really?"

Zhou He didn't show any emotion, he was mentally prepared, but Zhang Ling's words still made him feel a twitch······

About fifty people, almost half dead.

This cruel reality made him feel a little suffocated, and it was not because of weakness in his heart······ Such a number of deaths, in a society with perfect law and order, will be frantically reported by the media, will be crowned as horrific, and their families will have a nervous breakdown because of this.

But no one would have thought that more than a hundred years later, the world would become so cruel, human life would be so devastating, and this world would have deep malice towards human beings without the slightest mercy.

"I see."

After a long time, he nodded and stood up from the ground, his legs a little numb from the way he sits.

"Can I ask you a few questions?"

Zhang Ling asked.

The helmet that covered Zhou He's face was attached to the shoulder armor separately on both sides, and he nodded calmly: "You say." ”

"You... Which war zone is it? ”

She asked cautiously, her eyes were fixed on Zhou He's face full of dirt and blood scabs, a little nervous, in the human front, the identities of some people were top secret, but she was curious to know which war zone this man would come from, and whether it was possible to help her.

Zhou He shook his head, not that he didn't want to answer, but that he couldn't answer at all, he wasn't from any war zone. But at least he got a useful piece of information from Zhang Ling's questioning, human beings, and their own forces, war zones? It must be a gathering place for humans, right?

"Hug... I'm sorry. ”

She was a little nervous: "I didn't mean to ask about your identity. ”

"It's fine."

Zhou He shook his head.

"Thank you."

She said, feeling relieved, he didn't seem to mean to pursue it?

"Team Chapter?"

He sat up from the bed suddenly, although he felt a dizziness in his brain, but the loss of restraint made his heart slightly happy, and his eyes looked like his captain was chatting with a strange man in a black steel suit? She seemed a little reserved, what was the origin of the other side? Someone from above saved us?

Countless questions flashed through his mind, looking left and right, several of his comrades-in-arms had been unrestrained, but they were still asleep, who were those people on the ground? Survivors of the Outer World?

"Wang Er? Are you awake? ”

Zhang Ling turned her head to look at the man who sat up from the bed frame, and a flash of joy flashed in her eyes.

"That's my comrade-in-arms, Wang Er."

Zhang Ling introduced: "I haven't asked your name yet." ”

"Zhou He."

He nodded to Wang Er and said hello.

"You guys, can you do me a favor?"

Zhou He looked at her: "A small favor." ”

"You say."

She nodded, "If I can help." ”

"I want them to be buried in the ground."

His gaze swept over the cold purple faces on the ground, he didn't dare to look at them for a long time, their deaths had a lot to do with him, he didn't want to shirk responsibility, this was a fact.

"No problem."

She nodded cheerfully in agreement.

"How did you get caught?"

After placing the cold corpse in a dug pit and burying it, Zhou He asked, "Where will they take you?" ”

Then he asked, "I'm looking for a group of people who have been captured by them like you, and I want to get some useful information from you." ”

As he spoke, he walked to the carriage.

"We?"

She climbed into the carriage, sat down cross-legged on the ground, closed her eyes, and seemed to be caught in a memory:

"Due to their rapid expansion, a new base has been established, and the diameter threatens the stronghold of our 43rd Theater of Operations in the Southland, and we have been tasked with launching an attack on their new base, a suicidal attack."

Zhang Ling opened her eyes and behaved very calmly, but her tone was slightly heavy: "Because their base is newly built, the defense force is slightly weak, of course, the weakness just means that their new base is not as good as the new city they have built for the time being, it is difficult to describe the scene of the war with you, it can only be said that it is very tragic, but their new base was also destroyed by us, and our 43rd theater also suffered a lot of losses, this time the investment of manpower and material resources will take a very long time to recover, Perhaps, when they gather new armies and come back to our theater of operations, we will hardly be able to fight again. ”

said, paused: "But they don't seem to have this idea for the time being, most of these logistics teams are going to the new city." ”

She looked at Zhou He, and a hint of suspicion flashed in her eyes: "Are you from the Eastern War Zone?" Not familiar with this side? ”

Zhou He shook his head and didn't answer her, maybe pretending to be mysterious can have a big effect, so he doesn't need to rush to identify himself.

"Maybe it's the number of subspecies in their newly built urban area that has doubled? Therefore, a lot of blood is needed, and most of our soldiers who did not die will be captured by them after the battle and sent to the new city by the logistics troops. ”

She sighed: "The war on our side is very serious, the establishment and expansion of their new cities, and the threat of diameter threatens all large and small war zones in the Southlands. ”