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Chapter 147 Daocheng
The team that walked out from the frontline border dropped from a few hundred people to about fifty people after passing through a time zone. They never thought that the outside world is not only the existence of wild beasts, but also the existence of wild beasts that they have never seen before. past creatures and sights.

Without the blizzard and snow, the team moved very fast. Crossing the plain was the fastest route, but the dean decided to avoid the plain after analyzing it. They had seen something on that plain, a strange death, A giant mouth emerging from the ground.

The seemingly peaceful plain is actually the most dangerous. They have already lost a lot of people, and the remaining people can't do anything, otherwise their journey to find the traces of wild beasts will end here, and their deaths will be meaningless.

The plain is very wide. If they want to bypass the plain, they can only go to the ruins of the city next to the Great Secret Forest. They have no other choice but to walk towards the ruins of the old city that was deserted.

Along the way, the team was very silent. They had to activate their abilities to be alert to the surrounding situation, and their nervousness made it impossible for them to chat.Moreover, having seen the tragic situation in the camp on the plain, they knew that this land was not safe, and moving forward in silence was the best and most correct choice.

The soldiers are full of energy, always paying attention to the strange changes around them, as long as there is a slight disturbance, they will attack with all their strength.

There was no incident along the way, and there was no danger as they imagined.

The ruins of the old city were not far from the Great Secret Forest. After walking for more than half an hour, they came to the city wall in front of the ruins.

Standing under the broken city wall, they felt extremely small.

Compared with the city walls built on the front line, the city walls here are obviously taller and more majestic. The towering city walls stand alone on this land. There are traces of destruction by wild beasts, gnawing marks, and claw marks on the walls.

If one could look down from the top of the city wall, the team of fifty or so people would be just a few ants that were hard to see.

The team stood in front of the city wall for a long time, and they couldn't help but have an idea in their hearts. Such a towering city wall can't resist the wild beasts. Can the front line they build resist the wild beasts?Or how long can they fight against wild beasts?

Looking at the city wall, they couldn't help but have such thoughts in their hearts, but the broken city wall and the traces on it all reminded them that before them was a battle line that used to defend against desolate beasts. Their ancestors, their ancestors fought here.

But the fighting never stopped, nor did it end.

The predecessors had the battles of the predecessors, and the people on the front had the mission of the front, and their mission was to find the uncharacteristic wild beasts and see if they retreated or what they were doing.

They can even hear the horns of previous battles from the broken city walls and the battle marks on the walls, and see the sacrifices made by their ancestors to fight against wild beasts.

So they no longer feel self-pity, nor do they feel panic for wild beasts, they have strengthened their mission in their hearts.

The city wall is very dilapidated. It should have penetrated the entire defense line, but now there is only a star and a half left.

The dean who led the team looked at the map. The city here is called Daocheng. There are special notes on the map. Daocheng is a rich city, and it is the most important material city in the frontline theater.

It's just a pity that the prosperity of the past is gone, and the only thing left is the wasteland.

The team didn't stay long, their time was precious, and every second counted. They bypassed the city wall and entered Daocheng from the collapsed city wall pothole.

The once incomparably prosperous city disappeared, and all I saw was a piece of desolation.

As far as the eye can see, there are all collapsed houses, scattered rocks, and weeds growing on those faintly visible houses, which are special plants in the wasteland after the invasion of wild beasts.

Weeds do not burn, and have a strong vitality. They are the products of the excretion of the energy body of wild beasts. Once they are born, they will take root in the soil and absorb the nutrients of the land endlessly. Fertile land becomes barren land. Grow any grain of rice.

The former Daocheng was occupied by weeds, abandoned houses, broken cities, and lifeless existence.

The leading dean looked at the map. Their route was to pass through Daocheng, go out through another gate, and then follow the Huaijin River next to Daocheng. Time zone.

They lack water, and food can replenish water, but it is not enough after all. If there is no problem with the river next to Daocheng, it is undoubtedly a good place for them to replenish water.

And more importantly, after years of fighting, plus the information left by the ancestors, although the desolate beasts are energy bodies, they like to gather by the river very much. odds of the beast.

Taking a step back, if there are still no desolate beasts here, even in this time zone, then they can go to the next time zone through the Huaijin River.

The location of the Huaijin River is good, all the way to the next time zone. If they can find a non-weird forest and build a wooden boat, they can not only save a lot of physical energy, but also go faster than walking.

While planning, the dean led the team towards the depths of Daocheng.

There are no roads in the destroyed Daocheng, and the once-streets have long been submerged by the collapsed houses. They can only go around and find a route through the city.

Weeds grow relentlessly on the land, and their vitality is so tenacious that they can pierce the stone road on the ground. The people in the team all held knives in their hands, and they cut open the weeds along the way, cutting off one piece after another.

The city has been deserted for a long time, and there are no resources to supply them. The soldiers of the team moved forward silently.

The gatekeeper is in the team. As the deputy team, he is mainly responsible for greeting the soldiers under him, completing orders, looking at the messy city, thinking of the battle with wild beasts, and thinking of the bustling city under his feet, he can't help but sigh.

The weeds in Daocheng were so high that they almost submerged half of the people's waists. The team tried to choose places with less weeds and took the shortest route as possible.

As they kept moving forward, a wind suddenly blew up in Daocheng. The wind came from nowhere, and the weeds swayed constantly.

The team became tense, they stopped what they were doing, lined up their defensive formations, their powers were fully activated, like a frightened bird.

The wind was whistling, sending chills down their backs. The dean and the gatekeeper stood in front of them. Feeling the dark wind, they felt an indescribable sense of sadness welling up in their hearts.

The cold wind is blowing and the rice city is broken, and the sadness and chill are welling up in my heart.

There are no battlers outside the city, only the mourning in the city.

The faint singing sounded in the city, and the people in the team were very nervous. He squeezed the knife in his hand and looked around vigilantly, looking for the source of the singing.

But it seems that they couldn't find the source, but the singing sounded far away, mixed with pity, as if it sounded in their minds, singing in their ears.

Be wary of danger, but sorrowful mood keeps pouring out in their hearts.

They thought of their hometown, the old mother who was sick in bed, the daughter-in-law whom they hadn't seen for a few years after their engagement, and the child who had been waiting to be fed in letters from home.

The singing aroused memories in their hearts and aroused their nostalgia for the world. They suddenly didn't want to die, they didn't want to die, and they didn't want to find wild beasts. They just wanted to go home and find their relatives.

But how can they go back because they are thousands of miles away from their hometown?
It seems that the only way, the only way is to wipe the neck, let the souls of the dead wander, and go home with a gust of wind.

Thinking of this, they couldn't help but slowly handed the knife in their hands to their necks, as if they could go home with just one touch.

The leading dean let out a cold snort, his voice was full of anger, and he shook the singing down.

The soldiers in the team woke up instantly, their knives were all on their necks, and some of them had even cut their skin and dripped blood.

They were sweating profusely, and they never thought that a strange singing voice almost made them commit suicide.

The old dean pointed to the city wall, and the soldiers looked over.

They saw that the remnants of the city walls were full of murals, those murals were the bustling scenes in the city, and the pictures were vivid, as if they were reflections of yesterday.

Following the agility of the murals on the city wall, they also understood that the singing came from above. It was the singing of dead heroic spirits. They became lonely and wild ghosts, and they were reluctant to part with their hometown. .

They no longer have consciousness, and they have no intention of hurting these soldiers. They just sang out instinctively, expressing the loneliness in their hearts.

But their roots are of the same origin as the soldiers, and their sorrowful thoughts infected them, making them almost unable to hold their own knives.

If it wasn't for the dean's timely reprimand, more than half of the team might have been eliminated.

Daocheng couldn't stay for long, the singing was shaken by the dean's scolding, but it didn't disappear completely. The soldiers didn't dare to look at the murals on the city wall. Looking at those pictures, their hearts would only become more and more sad.

Sorrowful emotions still permeated the team. Seeing the bitter faces, the dean urged them to speed up their progress.

Weeds have strong vitality and are full of toughness. Although they are all called weeds, there are many types. Some are as hard as steel needles, while others are as fragile as cotton threads.

The journey through the city became extremely slow, the mournful singing continued, some soldiers shed tears, and the feelings of longing poured out of their hearts. Fortunately, the idea of ​​wanting to wipe their necks that appeared just now did not reappear.

However, after traveling more than half of the distance, the gatekeeper, who was always vigilant as the deputy captain, exclaimed in alarm.

The soldiers of the team followed his voice and saw something popping up on the wall where the singing sound came from in the distance, and on the wall with the murals.

If you look carefully, you can see that there are groups of souls, groups of undead. The undead floated down from the city wall with the singing. They are not good people. It can be vaguely seen that they are holding knives in their hands, and their eyes are full of anger.

It is not difficult to see from their attire that they are soldiers who once guarded the city wall, and they are also warriors who have fought against desolate beasts.

But judging from their appearance, they obviously regarded the small troops marching in the city as enemies. They floated in and rushed towards the team of 50 people.

The leading dean looked at the dead souls floating in the distance, he was not willing to fight with them, after all, they were soldiers who had fought in the city before, but helplessly, they had no consciousness, so they could only choose to save them.

With an order from him, the team was divided into two groups, one part was led by the deputy captain to open the way, and the other part was led by him to resist the undead army behind him.

The army of the undead rushed forward, riding horses and riding carts, their formation was powerful and unreasonable.

The old dean looked at the army of undead, he didn't say much, he led half of the soldiers back, took out a string of diamond beads from his bosom, held a sword in his left hand, and charged forward resolutely.
(End of this chapter)