Lester flipped the lever until it jammed the deadbolt of the pumping station, and then began to manually turn the ratchet wheel to slowly open the rusty door.

A passage slowly appeared in front of him and Du Tianhao, and the other six sinners from the same squad were leaning against the wall with laser rifles. It was the worst job, and Lester turned the tool in his hand. The cat bends its waist and enters a gate with a long history and no light. When he saw the rancid darkness that emanated, Du Tianhao swore that with the emperor's name, you would never know what was on the other side.

All right! Looks like I'm starting to get used to a lot of things here. At least, in times of despair and difficulty, Lao Tzu does not think of begging for help, but silently recites the name of the damned emperor in his head and prays to him.

This is the clearest example of the environment changing thinking.

Damn it! Lao Tzu is a criminal soldier, a criminal soldier of the 13th Punishment Legion. You won't find a more disciplined and determined soldier here than we are.

We had just occupied the pumping station that morning. A cluster of sheds and modular systems that towers over and irrigates the entire delta at the intersection of irrigation channels and rivers, providing ample water for nearby farms. The sun was low and cool. There is no sign of life here, not even the almost ubiquitous waterfowl seen in other swamps.

Not even a single bird feather.

According to the colonel, he had already sent someone over once before. However, the contact signals sent by Lester's sinners were not answered. Inside the newly opened gate, it was really hot and humid ******, as if someone had adjusted the environmental control to the scale of "tropical" or even "equator".

The latch was old, and Lester pushed the door in before rushing in. A soldier guarding the side gave Du Tianhao, who was on guard with a gun, to make his debut. They had passed several pump rooms with glass roofs and metal pillars, filled with damp air. Scattered all around are crop specimens and yield reports and labels, boxes, pallets. The overpass over the farmland resembles a metal barbecue. Water droplets drip from a ruptured water channel.

One by one, the soldiers crowded into the greenhouse, sweat streaming down their black uniforms.

"What is this?"

Nicks pointed in a certain direction. Immediately after, Du Tianhao walked over, and the Knicks beckoned to the bracket under the fluorescent lamp. In between nutrient sprays, he seemed to see something on the holder where the chemical spray was placed.

Du Tianhao cursed with dirty words in his mouth.

The contents of the stand looked rotten, bloated, like a globular fungus, the size of a man's palm, wriggling irregularly. None of the sinners had horticultural training, and no one had any research on the native plants here. Still, they all knew something was wrong. It may not even be a normal product of this space field.

"Burned it. Go find a flamethrower, or a high-powered flame gun, and burn them all. Du Tianhao gave the order as he looked away from these disgusting things.

Sergeant Nicks obeyed the order.

As he led two soldiers and pointed their flamethrower guns at the gooey mass, they heard several guns firing wildly about two or three buildings away. The heavy fire, as long as the researcher's report, and the salvo. Then, on the walkie-talkie in charge of communicating with the soldiers, there were incomprehensible and deafening shouts and screams.

Du Tianhao immediately walked towards the place where the sound came from, Lester's movements were fast, and in that direction the scouts he led were moving, and they should be in trouble.

Lester's men blew open the door of a huge crane workshop, and a large wheeled agricultural vehicle was parked inside. The air was filled with smoke from the firing of weapons.

There were two corpses on the floor, both belonging to the Sin Squad, both dismembered by some force.

Du Tianhao's face suddenly became ugly. He had recognized that it was indeed Lester's men. They didn't die on the night of the fierce battle in the base, but they lost their lives here.

The soldiers, in a gloomy atmosphere, continued to move forward, searching for targets. Soon, Nicks found a headless corpse belonging to Lester's team, leaning on the wheels of an agricultural tractor.

Looking to the side, the Knicks spotted another huge, powerful chain impact that sent a flat-bottomed truck and tractor crashing into the wreckage. There's also something that's all soaked in mud. It looked like some kind of ship: the projectile bulb-shaped stuff at the tail was like the propulsion unit on a special combat vehicle.

Of course, a qiē is all guessing.

To be precise, this should be a living thing. It's like a product of the Tyranids.

Du Tianhao recognized it: it was a sporangia that had fallen to the ground.

It's not as big as it seems, and even for an adult, it's not enough to fit in. Perhaps, the sporangia of the Zerg are similar to human vehicles, with different specifications and models. Moreover, looking at these things made Du Tianhao feel sick.

It is not made of metal. It's not a technology that you can understand on your own. It looks ...... Well! It's like there's a mechanical composite. A lot of meat, even all meat. It's just like the ones I saw in the greenhouse before, but it's much bigger. Perhaps, this is what the pumping station personnel found in the mud of the delta and were dragged back by them for research?

Damn it! What is there to study in sporangia? Don't they understand that every Tyranid bug means terror and death?

Suddenly, there was a jumble of cries and laser gun shots behind him.

Du Tianhao turned around abruptly and saw the body of a criminal soldier being dragged across the room, leaving behind a shocking blood belt and a large piece of torn flesh and bones. The laser rifles in the hands of many soldiers roared and flashed. Something moved in the shadows, terrifying and fast. This thing has claws, four claws.

It cut Lester's body from the waist. Poor fellow, he was still firing at the monster that killed him while he was being cut in half.

The bug is now running to the right of the Knicks. He yelled and started shooting.

Du Tianhao was furious.

Just as he was about to pull out the chainsaw sword and rush over, he suddenly received a heavy blow to the head, and then completely lost consciousness.

……

Opening his eyes, Du Tianhao woke up.

He was slippery from night sweats and his head hurt. Four days have passed since the nightmare began when they entered the pumping station. This nightmare is more real than anything else. Now only Tiny To, the Knicks, and the other surviving sinners are in this pumping station. He couldn't get out of this nightmare. However, he was terrified of what he had experienced. You can even smell it, you can feel that terrible feeling.

This interfered with his sleep, as well as his mental state when he was awake.

A gene stealer knocked himself unconscious. That guy was an infected human, still wearing a military uniform, but his body and mind were all devoured by the Tyranid bugs, and then occupied.

Du Tianhao jumped out of the camp bed and put on a brand new uniform. It was daylight outside, and he could hear the shouts of people and the sound of vehicle engines.

He needs to act. If you want to survive the traumatic period, you must be physically fit and strong-willed.

To put it simply, it is a normal life.

Du Tianhao wanted to go outside, to bask in the sun, and then watch the troop carriers and delivery machines run over the mud. Rarely, a warm rain poured down the streets, with a combined roof, the water towers on the site of the collective farm looked like a minaret, and it was almost abandoned here, and it is no wonder that the bugs have not made this a key target.

Would the Colonel have thought of such a scene here?

He was afraid that all the people here were dead. Just like he needed, a glorious death.

As he walked past an abandoned heavy machine, he tried to relax. Nicks killed the thing, smashing it to pieces with a laser rifle. And in the same way, kill two or more. Then the Nyx and other units of the search pumping station set mines around it.

Nix's cousin is simply a real military man. No matter what he had done before, now, his words and deeds, and even his actions, were worthy of the emperor's trust.

A criminal soldier is not the same as a criminal.

On this issue, the colonel undoubtedly went into a dead end.

Moreover, the colonel himself died in battle.

The news came two days later. At that time, Du Tianhao and his team were still stationed at this pumping station.

The space campaign ended two months later. Like the rest of the remaining troops, the XIII Punishment Corps suffered heavy losses. The death rate was as high as 30 percent, and the total number of seriously wounded and recoverable wounded temporarily incapacitated was as high as 217,000.

The Thirteenth Punishment Legion was almost crippled. But this doesn't matter, any war is intertwined, the dead themselves have no value, and those who survive will naturally have more opportunities.

Du Tianhao was fortunate that he withdrew to the Overworld with the third and final group of troops left behind. The reason for this is not because Du Tianhao and his team members are brave by nature, but because the damn Tylen bugs have shielded the communication network with biological energy. It wasn't until the last moment that a heavy airship in charge of search and rescue stumbled upon the sinner squad stationed at the pumping station.

Du Tianhao was promoted again, and the badge on his shoulder became a major.

But no matter what, he was still a criminal soldier.

Nix. Cage's mental consciousness never appeared again. The creature seemed to be dead, or maybe it was tired, and the subjective consciousness was so permanently asleep, or simply left the body forever. This is somewhat of a good thing for Du Tianhao. It's really troublesome for two souls to share one body. Many times, Du Tianhao even had some kind of delusion, thinking that he had not left the earth at all, but was still sleeping, having a long, almost impossible nightmare to wake up from.

Du Tianhao didn't know that this was the second attack launched by the Tyranid Zerg against the Human Empire. In the military records of the Imperial Military Headquarters and the Holy See, the number of the Zerg attack force this time is called "Fenrir", and the giant wolf that devoured the main god Odin in Norse mythology.

Here, you don't feel the existence of the "bee colony", and there is not the slightest connection with the "queen bee". Du Tianhao didn't know what happened to Su Hao, and he didn't know where he was. It's so amazing how life intersects and intersects, you never know what you're missing out on, or what impact your actions can have on the world.

Du Tianhao is Du Tianhao.

Many years later, the Thirteenth Punishment Corps had a new armored infantry brigadier commander. His name is Du Tianhao.

……

In the human dictionary, the meaning of "black market" is equivalent to a qiē thing that cannot be purchased by normal means.

Like all cities rebuilt in the wilderness, the east-facing position of Wasteland City is a low-rise bungalow rebuilt on an old building. This is where the underground black market comes in.

Strictly speaking, such a completely open market does not seem to have any connection to the term at all.

Because, all the materials that can enter and trade here are not only completely legal. And, at the entrance of the building, there were hundreds of heavily armed soldiers, guarding the safety of all traders who entered it.

Despite this, in the eyes of the residents of Wasteland, it still cannot escape the title of "black market".

After all, the goods that are freely sold in this market are far beyond the scope of what normal humans can accept.

Marinate with table salt and dry into dried pieces of human flesh. The price per kilogram is half a day's capacity.

If you are not a person who has lived in the wilderness for a long time, I am afraid it will be difficult to understand the specific content of this sentence.

In fact, this is just an alternative way of bartering.

The meaning of jerky is simple. It's from a part of the body of the person who was killed.

As for "capacity". It is more popular in newly built settlements, which is similar to the circulation of money.

Deliver a bunch of supplies from A to B. Among them, the labor required is the transportation capacity.

The number of houses in the city is extremely scarce. Not all residents who enter the city can own a relatively independent dwelling. So, when you invite someone else to help you build your house or do some kind of daily activity. It is necessary to pay a certain amount of remuneration in kind in exchange for the labor paid by the other party.

The unit of capacity, which can be calculated by hours. It can also be expanded to days, weeks, and months...... The exact calculation is, of course, determined by the circumstances of each individual.

In a word, you can work in exchange for the necessary remuneration in kind. Even, sell everything you have in exchange for the goods you desperately need.

This is just one of the most common ways to trade on the black market. There are many similar methods......

The end of the Yellow River sits on a flat boulder. With a blank face, he looked at the slightly low stone building not far away, but it was closely guarded by nearly a hundred armed militiamen.

There, is the heart of the Black Market in Wasteland City.

In layman's terms, this is also known as the "Big Dealer Room", or "VIP Room".

Perhaps the wait was too long, and he boredom pulled a piece of white-colored jerky from his pocket. Slowly tear it into small pieces and slowly stuff it into your mouth.

This is specially made dried rat meat.

The Yellow River is not averse to cannibalism.

When you are extremely hungry, I am afraid that even the food residues left in the feces will be scrambling for food. What's more, it is a large piece of fat that is much cleaner and more satisfying than it.

However, he doesn't have any penchant for cannibalism.

He only eats the bodies of his own kind when he needs them.

In comparison, feeding on rats is much better in terms of feeling and reason.

In addition, the meat will be more tender and delicious.

Half an hour ago, the city lord of Wasteland City led a group of special guests into the room.

The Yellow River is now waiting. Waiting for the people in the room to give a final answer.

It's not that he doesn't want to come forward.

It's just that it's not time yet.

If the other party refuses to accept the new conditions proposed by the guests. At that time, if you reappear, the effect will definitely be much better than now.

According to the habits of normal people, when they know that the law of development of things is very different from what they are used to knowing. There will always be a whole process of puzzlement, surprise, and anger.

The Yellow River is like that.

He was thrilled to feel like he was in a whole new world.

However, the qiē here is completely different from what I imagined.

What are the two pieces of light and darkness in the portal that can't be fused? There is still no accurate concept of the Yellow River.

All he knew was that he had been swept over, and it was in this place, right here.

At worst, it's all on your own.

The rest, the moment they crossed the light, all disappeared.

This damn world is no different from the Earth where I used to be.

There was also a catastrophe, hunger everywhere, war everywhere.

Huang He firmly remembered what he looked like when he first came into this world.

When he opened his eyes, Huang He saw an extremely obese and ugly woman.

She's really ugly and has a foul smell on her body.

It was a dark basement, and the woman had come up with the idea of surviving by taking advantage of the damp environment and cultivating mushrooms on a lot of rotten wood as a staple food.

There was hardly any light, and Huang He didn't know much about the woman, and it was even difficult to see her face clearly. But Huang He knew that this woman was really ugly.

She kept the Yellow River in the basement for a long time. This mother-in-law has too much strength, and Huang He is not an opponent at all. In this way, the most tragic scene of life began. Huang He never dreamed that he would be repeatedly ravaged by such a terrible woman for half a year.

Her demand is so strong. God knows how she would still be in the mood to do something like that in that horrible and gloomy environment?