About to start a new journey again, Cheng Qianxun didn't feel thrilling, only tired.
She was tired of this kind of life, but she had to continue it before she could truly set foot on the earth permanently.
Because he used his magic power, he almost floated up the stairs without much effort.
After walking up seven or eight steps, the backpack behind her sank suddenly.
She knew that her magic power had been blocked, and she was knocked back to her original shape again.
Without her magic power, she is the weakest one in the team.
She cannot carry much on her shoulders and has trouble catching even a small prey to satisfy her hunger.
Sneijder noticed the heavyness of her steps, so he reached out his hand behind her and held up the bag.
"No need."
She whispered with a bit of sadness: "If I can't lift these things, I won't be able to live."
"Don't think too much."
Sneijder was very optimistic: "If you die, we will find a way to resurrect you.
Don't forget that Regel has other teammates.
Maybe if we do well, Satan will be merciful.
Resurrection of them.”
This is very unlikely, but not impossible.
In the first few floors, she had the ability to resurrect Gordon.
Although she still had to rely on the power of Satan, her power in the rest area is no longer the same as before.
Or is it really possible?
Thinking of this, Cheng Qianxun lifted the backpack strap on his shoulders and continued walking up the stairs.
It is already the last Satan.
It is getting closer and closer to the goal, and it is about to succeed.
How could it be possible to give up?
She must live and live well, not only for herself, but also for others.
After walking the last square, as before, we entered the scene we just saw.
The passage behind him also gradually faded, and finally disappeared.
The only way out is to complete the mission or die here.
It seems to be late at night.
The moon in the sky hides behind the clouds, appearing and disappearing.
And where everyone was standing was the battlefield just now.
It's just that the robot and the dark aircraft in the sky are missing, and there are a few corpses lying scattered on the ground.
Gordon looked around and said softly: "Go and see if anyone is alive."
The best way to find out what’s going on here as quickly as possible is to ask the locals.
Like the current situation, if there is one who is still breathing.
As long as they can save him, he will definitely take them to the hiding place.
A prone person was turned over.
Cheng Qianxun frowned immediately when he saw it.
I have seen a lot of corpses.
When I was in the zombie layer, the rotting zombies were chasing after me in waves.
But when I saw them again, I instinctively felt a little bit disgusted and afraid.
This guy was shot across the face and chest.
His entire face was turned into a smashed watermelon, and his chest was a bloody mess.
The white ribs are vaguely visible.
Unless this guy is also a robot, there is no way he can survive to see the others.
In the middle of the night, a thin layer of smoke often rises from the ground.
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This is because the ground temperature is high during the day and dissipates heat into the air at night.
In a light mist about a finger high.
Stepping on the bones on the ground, every time you step on them, you can make a "click, click, click, click" sound.
There are also skulls that loosen and go down.
"This place is more crowded than a cemetery."
Sneijder whispered what everyone was thinking.
I looked at a few people and they were all dead.
Also, these robots should be equipped with vital signs judgment systems.
Such systems are already used in the human world for disaster relief.
It can be used on war machines, and those who are hit will die.
Unless the person is in a state of suspended animation and the heart stops beating, and then starts beating again after a while, that falls into the category of a miracle.
Turn over the last body.
It should be said that after half of the body was turned over, the poor guy's entire body was chopped off at the waist.
The intestines, kidneys, liver and other organs all flowed out.
Judging from the pained expression on his face, he was not dead when he was chopped into two pieces.
The cause of death was a shot from the back.
Because it was a close-range shot, the gun was so powerful that it punched a big hole in his heart.
Looking at the people who died tragically, I thought that maybe one day those robots with eyes like two red light bulbs, baring white artificial teeth, like demons from hell, would cut themselves into two pieces in one fell swoop, and they would be left in helpless pain.
While screaming, a gun was shot in the back again. . .
Cheng Qianxun shivered all over.
These corpses may be dumped here, slowly rotting like other corpses, and finally piled up into piles of bones, trampled by newcomers or robots.
Looking left and right, within about one kilometer, there are all corpses.
The number of people who died here is over 10,000.
Rudolf squatted down and rummaged through the corpse regardless of the smell and horror, hoping to find something useful.
This corpse was dressed in rags, like a beggar on the street, and had no weapons.
Not only him, but also the other seven corpses.
The weapons have probably been taken away by the robots, and the metal objects can be taken back and melted down, and then new robots and their equipment can be built.
Rudolf found nothing on this man, so he went to another corpse and rummaged around.
A wallet was found in the chest pocket of another corpse.
This wallet seemed to have been used for a long time.
The surface was scratched, the color had changed, and there was a lot of blood on it.
That was the blood of the wallet owner.
Rudolf opened the double-layered men's wallet.
There was no money in it, only a yellowed photo.
He rummaged through his wallet again, making sure there was only one photo in it and then threw something on the body.
He complained dissatisfiedly: "There is nothing, even a map or even expired newspaper clippings."
Cheng Qianxun knelt down, carefully picked up the wallet, opened it and looked at it.
This is a family photo of a family of three.
The man of the house was holding a child of about five or six years old in one hand, and his wife, who was probably his wife, in the other.
The man looks pretty good, not handsome, but somewhat masculine, while the woman is plump, with a high nose and big eyes, and is somewhat pretty.
The two people had bright smiles on their faces.
Although they were just ordinary people, they were still very happy and contented.
It was impossible to tell whether the child was a boy or a girl, and his face was soaked with blood.
Look at the corpse lying on the ground in tattered clothes.
He has a slovenly beard and wide eyes, but it is vaguely identifiable as the man in the photo.
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Cheng Qianxun sighed slightly, squatted down, stuffed the wallet back into the poor man's chest pocket, and stretched out his hand to help him close his eyelids.
Let this photo accompany his body, maybe this is the reason why he paid his life for it.
The teammates all watched in silence.
Now they were looking at other people's corpses, and maybe one day others would be looking at their own corpses.
Cheng Qianxun stood up and raised his eyebrows: "Go and look at the other corpses.
Maybe there are clues.
It's better than leaving here empty-handed."
After hearing this, the teammates turned around and went to look for other corpses separately.
Cheng Qianxun also wanted to take action, but Sneijder, who was following him, squatted down first: "I'll do it, how can I let a lady do this kind of work?"
But there was still nothing on this body except his own clothes and shoes, weapons, food, and water. . .
Nothing.
Gordon and Rudolf came over.
Even if they wiped the blood on their hands with the corpse's clothes, there were still traces of blood.
"Nothing gained."
Sneijder also wiped his hands with the corpse's clothes, stood up, sighed and said: "How do we go now?"
Rudolf looked around and saw that this place was surrounded by a circle of trees, some were dense and some were sparse with just a few trees.
After a little judgment, he pointed to a place: "Go there, there are more trees there."
There are many trees to hide in, and the robot does not need trees for cover.
Relatively speaking, it should be safer there.
So everyone stepped on the bones and walked towards the woods with one foot high and one foot low.
The biggest headache was stepping on the skull, which was round and dew-condensed in the middle of the night, making it easy to slip.
After almost spraining their feet several times, everyone supported each other and walked slowly.
When I walked into the woods, I looked back.
At this time, the thin mist dissipated, and the moonlight shone down.
There were layers of corpses all over the ground.
Some of the white skulls still reflected the moonlight.
The atmosphere was eerie and terrifying.
It felt like Back to the cemetery of the dead.
"Let's go."
Gordon took two steps before he immediately spread his arms to stop everyone: "There are landmines."
"How is that possible?"
Rudolph also spread out his arms to stop Sneijder and Cheng Qianxun who were following behind him, and reacted very quickly: "The robots should all be equipped with metal detectors.
Why are these humans laying landmines?"
"How do I know?
Maybe it was buried by a robot."
Gordon remained motionless and kept his original walking posture.
He smiled bitterly: "There must be a landmine, because there is one under my feet."
Gordon stepped on a landmine and his teammates jumped up.
Landmine explosions are no joke.
The shock wave will affect other people nearby.
Gordon was as tough as giving an order, but his voice still changed a little and trembled slightly: "You all leave and stand back."
"Don't move."
Rudolph, who was following Gordon, did not leave, but squatted down to observe.
After looking at it, he lay down on the ground and carefully used his hands to gently peel away the surrounding soil.
Then he stood up, walked behind Cheng Qianxun, and said in an unusually calm tone: "There really is one."
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Gordon took a deep breath and said rationally: "You go, I will be fine.
If I live, I will come back.
If it explodes, there is no need to come back and bury me.
It will all be smashed into pieces."
Let them leave, and then leave life and death to fate.
Sometimes the landmines have a jamming rate of a few thousandths, just bet on this chance.
Rudolf took out the rope from Cheng Qianxun's backpack and asked: "How much do you weigh now?"
"Why are you asking?"
The sweat on Gordon's nose began to pour out in large drops: "About two hundred pounds."
Rudolf returned to Gordon and began to tie the rope around his waist: "I won't bury you, the Satans are not willing to let you die.
In the words of the infantry, brother, you hit the jackpot.
Don't move yet, no Do you know if they have modified it?
It is a Soviet anti-tank mine.
It takes 180 kilograms to detonate. " Gordon and everyone immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and then heard Rudolph say: "You still have to be careful, so don't move yet
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