After hearing the description from his colleagues, Hayes imagined a fortress with tall walls, full of shooting holes and shooting towers, and couldn't help but marvel.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you are really an old fox. Then... where are the farmers in his territory?"
The company commander spat on the ground and whispered:
"Do you think these old dogs will take care of it? He did take in some, but they were all ordinary farmers with some skills... When we arrived, there were corpses everywhere outside the manor, and the river was also filled with floating corpses.
, miserable.”
After hearing this, Hayes also sighed softly, but it was not like he had never seen this kind of thing before. Whether the empire was a dark and cramped nest city or a beautiful countryside, there seemed to be no difference in essence.
When he was silent, the company commander also lamented:
"My father said that during a war, a human life is worth less than a bug."
At this time, the convoy gradually approached the safe zone. It was originally a small town with a permanent population of more than 3,000, but now its original shape is completely lost. The farmland and forests around the town have all disappeared, replaced by
There are a large number of picket piles, barbed wire fences and trenches. Only four main roads can enter the town. Temporary bunkers piled with sandbags, wooden piles and stones form a solid line of defense. Dozens of towering lookout towers have sentries at all times.
During surveillance, those searchlights are turned off, but at night they will illuminate everywhere all night long. There are servo skulls constantly patrolling in the sky. On the ground, you can also see large beast-like hunting robots like hounds.
Patrolling the trenches.
Only this strict defensive strategy can ensure that gene stealers cannot penetrate into the town.
The center of the town is now a temporary airport. All the buildings have been knocked down to accommodate the take-off and landing of transport ships. The continuous roar in the sky proves how busy this place is. The 73rd Regiment of the 13th Kermanshah Division is based in the town.
East side.
However, when the convoy entered the main road leading to the town, the road became crowded. This temporary road with a width of 15 meters was already crowded with various vehicles and people, and even more than that, it was also mixed with
There were a large number of livestock and animals that Hayes had never seen before. The soldiers responsible for maintaining road order were yelling at the top of their lungs on the roadside, shaking the batons in their hands, trying to move the road a little.
"what's the situation..."
Hayes stretched out his head to look out for a while, but couldn't see clearly what was going on. He only knew that there was a lot of people shouting, and there were many civilians supporting the elderly and young on both sides of the road. Although they were lucky to have survived the poison of the gene stealers,
However, the fate waiting for them was not so lucky. After all, they lost their homes and most of their property. Many people ran around day and night to get to the safe zone. They also had to avoid gene stealers and had not eaten for several days.
They could only sit on the roadside and in the mud in despair. Some people fell to the ground motionless, but they did not even cast a look of sympathy.
In times of war, no one cares about anyone.
Although the number of civilians who spontaneously rush from dangerous areas to safe areas is not very large in proportion, the absolute number is extremely huge. It is not because the commanders of the auxiliary army are cold-blooded, but because there are too many people and the limited carrying capacity
The tool can't pull many people at all, so it can only focus on saving those key figures. The only support for civilians is to set up temporary positions at transportation points to block the large-scale pursuit of gene stealers for them, and to use landmines and incendiary bombs to build isolation zones to improve their
Survival probability, but even so, many civilians still died in the wilderness, or were caught or even killed by infiltrated gene stealers.
There are even many gene stealers hiding among the fleeing civilians, so that the most dangerous thing in the world now is the bald head. As long as they see a bald head, both civilians and soldiers will attack immediately.
However, the combat effectiveness and discipline displayed by the auxiliary troops still gave local civilians a lot of confidence, making them willing to risk their lives and rush to the safe zone.
But escape, no matter on any planet, is a cruel topic.
Not to mention those serfs who were hungry and well-fed on weekdays, or the few homesteaders and small craftsmen who could barely get enough food and clothing. Although the pastoral scenery is more beautiful than the steel nest, it also means that its ability to resist risks is better than
The hive city is even worse.
Hayes glanced around and saw many thin figures wearing only a piece of rag kneeling on the ground, their heads lowered almost touching the ground, and their hands making a holding gesture. This is the most common "prayer" in the state religion.
"Gesture. When priests see this gesture, they will symbolically distribute a piece of dry and hard holy bread.
But at this time, let alone the holy wafers, even the priests looked nervous and walked in a hurry, pushing forward with large and small bags on their shoulders.
Some people didn't even have the strength to kneel, so they simply lay on the ground, raising their hands feebly, their chapped lips trembling and mechanically repeating these words...
"Give it to those who stutter... Dear well-wishers..."
Of course, there are also people who are trying to maintain a difficult existence. Hayes saw a family gathering together cautiously. They poured water into the dust on the ground, and then the man with a bandage on his head carefully took out a fist with trembling hands.
He poured half of the precious powder inside a large and small cloth bag into the muddy water and stirred it. Hayes knew what it was, mixing it with mud and food.
He had eaten this kind of thing before, it was called mud cake.
Suddenly he saw a staggering figure.
It was a woman, her body covered with mud, her hair disheveled, and she only had a coarse cloth dress on her body. Her face was thin and yellow with black, as if it were a wood carving. Only her eyes could express expressions from time to time.
She is a living creature, holding a baby in her arms and constantly murmuring mechanically to people passing by:
"Save my son...please...save my son...please..."
But Hayes could see that the arm that had dried like a string was exposed from the swaddling clothes. The baby inside had probably been dead for a long time. People passing by also avoided this crazy woman.
Hayes felt very sad to see it, but he didn't know what he should do, or what he could do. He could only withdraw his gaze, close his eyes and lean on the seat.
"The land is full of mourners... I don't know how the higher authorities will deal with these people."
As these questions kept swirling in his mind
"uncle."
Suddenly, he heard Fei Dun patting his shoulder from behind, opened his eyes and said:
"What's wrong."
"Over there, what are you doing?"
Hayes looked in the direction pointed by Little Feiton and found a small shed set up on the left side of the road near the barbed wire fence. A man in a clean robe stood aside, shouting loudly. There were two strong men beside him.
There were bodyguards, and a group of boys and girls, ranging in age from 4 to 13 years old, were kneeling in the shed. There were more than a dozen of them. They were all dirty and had marks of whipping on their skin. They were all wearing shackles on their feet.