Chapter 113 The wind and snow will turn into blood

Author: Original Seventh Generation

Chapter 113 The wind and snow will turn into blood

The next day, Xia Lan was assigned to the entrance of the No. 1 main entrance on the west side of Longmen, moved a desk and sat there, watching refugees walk into the city and be sent to the aid area.

Seven or eight operators from Rhode Island, more than a dozen police officers from Gantry, and more than a dozen medical staff were conducting inspections on the current group of Chernobyl refugees.

A large group of people stayed in the temporary camp outside the passage, some were ragged, some were covered in blood, some were bandaged, while others were already "incomplete".

Light snowflakes floated in the sky, falling into this warm area, melting into bits of water, and immersing in this barren land.

Winter is lucky because it makes wasteland safe enough to travel hundreds of kilometers with flesh legs;

Winter is unfortunate because it causes the creatures to die, and naturally includes humans who claim to be the spirit of all things.

...

At this entrance to the city, the gantry has adjusted dozens of large source stone heating stoves, hundreds of simple tents, and thousands of special disposable carpets to provide every refugee with basic supplies that can survive.

The food is not stingy, and basic meat porridge, feathered beast eggs, etc. can help them better recover their bodies that have been dragged down by the long road.

Xia Lan looked at the recent information about Longmen, suddenly raised her eyebrows, raised her hand, and gently pressed down.

"thump--"

"Well!"

The medical operator who was undergoing a physical examination for a refugee was startled and turned around and saw a person strangled on the ground by many metal substances.

Because he was busy bandaging a refugee, he had no feelings about the person's approach. If Xia Lan didn't pay attention, he might be attacked the next moment.

The person who was imprisoned on the ground struggled a few times and grabbed his hands angrily, but he could not stop the mysterious force.

A sharp source stone flew out from his broken fingers and was thrown into the dangerous substance treatment furnace by Xia Lan.

Some refugees are infected with traumatic source stones. After emergency treatment and stripping (amputation, etc.), there is a probability that they will not be infected (although the probability is very small), and the waste produced is treated in this furnace.

"Take him away. This person doesn't look like he is integrating. The infection lasts about five to ten days, and it's too late. He probably just wanted to attack you because he was angry." Xia Lan said.

The metallic substance on the man on the ground began to tangle along his body and turned into several restraint rings.

Several police officers who noticed here came over and carried him away in the distance.

From five in the morning to around seven in the morning, batches of refugees have been sent to the neighborhood intermittently, and this is the third person who wants to attack them.

Xia Lan was also a little angry. These gangs of pussy did not dare to attack the police or the people who distributed food. Chunchun just picked up the weak medical staff and started attacking. It was really a bad thing.

Some of the other refugees watching were puzzled, some were angry, and some temporarily suppressed the anger and pain they wanted to vent to anyone.

But there is more of them...sadness and numbness.

Among them, there may have been violence and oppression on infected people, but more are civilians who don’t want to take care of anything... They originally lived and worked in peace, but suddenly they were destroyed.

"Buzz--" The sound of a vehicle came from afar. Xia Lan looked in the sound and saw a transport vehicle that was returning again.

The partition was lowered, and a group of refugees, full of joy of being rescued, walked down and saw a quiet camp.

With them in mind, there are about fifty or sixty people here now, and they can be checked in about twenty minutes, and they will probably be a little free at that time.

However, the Longmen did not distinguish between infected people, so they directly put them together and popularized the knowledge that infected people would not be easily infected, which made many refugees in Qicheng extremely resist.

After all, in the education they received, the infected are a group of extremely dangerous and potentially infected patients at any time, let alone after being attacked by the integration movement this time.

But people have not noticed that in this context of confusion and resistance, many families have members infected.

Either the wife becomes an infected person, the husband becomes an infected person, or the child becomes an infected person...

How will they face their loved ones who become infected?

Should we regard them as unforgivable "enemy" as the Usas government said?

Humans are naturally double-standard, and this is even more true when it comes to emotions.

So, either resentment, or betrayal... people will choose the kind of practice they can grasp.

What Xia Lan pursues is to use force to seize all choices in his own hands and eliminate the pain that he cannot accept.

...

On the other end of this snow-covered land, within the territory of Usas, in the city where military forces have almost completely retreated, a carnival is surging.

The infected people who were hungry and suffering on the wasteland united and seized food and cotton coats from the abominable and disgusting "masters".

"This is a great victory, an unparalleled carnival!" a infected person cheered.

On the street where snow began to fall, the white-haired young man hummed a nursery rhyme of Usas quickly, and his fingertips were scattered with crystal powder.

The people who were seriously injured and dying in the conflict were reborn, and sharp source stones grew, gaining endless power to wipe out all vitality.

"In your dream, you will see the adventure that is daunting to you~"

"What kind of growth will you gain from your child, and who will protect you~"

"The moon hung high in the sky alone, murmured and told the fairy tale that might prompt fate~"

...

In a tall building with broken windows, the white-haired Carters girl stood by the window, overlooking the dilapidated street and the dried blood everywhere, and sighed slightly.

She reached out to catch the crystal snowflakes, looked at them for a long time, and then spread them, which had become a little colder, outside the window.

"Big sister?" A soft call came from behind her.

"What's wrong?" she turned around and saw a member of the Snow Monster Squad wearing thick clothes.

He replied, "Your food is ready, come downstairs and eat."

The girl nodded slightly, and as he came downstairs, eating the food that was close to freezing point, the sorrow in her heart became deeper and deeper.

"Do you think...the current situation is what we are pursuing?" she asked.

The members of the snow monster team were stunned when they heard this. After looking at each other, they all shook their heads: "We did not come to create destruction and destruction."

"But do we still have room to escape from what we do?" another man hesitated.

The crowd was silent, but the implication was to continue to walk the road.

"Where has Lao Tanruo gone?" she asked again.

"Mr. Patriot went to attack the remaining army occupied the site, and he said he would try his best to occupy the city completely before sunset today." Someone responded.

...

Above the high tower in the center of the city, Talula sat on the "throne" in the center, looking at a combat report - probably a report of how many hostile forces had been wiped out.

But what worried her was that the mysterious god... his existence would inevitably greatly hinder their plans and even lead them to failure.

"The most important thing now is to understand his attitude... Looking at the direction he left at that time, it seems that he is not the person from the organization called Rhode Island, and he doesn't know what he wants to do."

She murmured to herself, walking in the empty hall, looking quite irritable.

"Then let him become an enemy, so that you can..." She suddenly murmured to herself, slightly curling the corners of her mouth.

Now she is already acting with her own will. The monster that smelled the breath of death in the black snake was trying to get rid of her, but she was imprisoned in her soul and could not escape.

She used to want to get rid of Him, but now... she wants to take Him to die together to let Him see what the "cost" is.
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