Chapter 1502: Graveyard, black mans coming back

The Toothed Graveyard, this is the absolute forbidden ground of the Spikes opened in the rear of the Spike Base. There are countless grave tombstones here, and the soldiers who died since the establishment of the Spikes are buried. They may be unknown, but they may be unknown. Who is, after death, the name will be recorded on the largest tombstone in this cemetery, no missing, and the normal tombstones that are rooted from below are the most meticulous and comprehensive life.
Everyone, age, name, family and life experience are completely recorded. Every tombstone is filled with small letters. Every reading is a story. It is a person. lifetime.
Here is the forbidden place of the Spike, and it records the whole of the Spike, and it will become the history book of the Spike.
This peerless cemetery of the Spike has already been completed in the nesting war. With a dry construction team busy and busy here, nights and nights of hard work, it is devoted to life in this cemetery.
At this moment, a group of people has been greeted in the cemetery of the Wolf's Tooth, where no one has the right to enter and exit.
They wore black uniforms, which were the costumes of the Expedition of the Spike, and their chests were marked with the flag of the team that represented the highest glory. They had dozens of people, more than half of them or broken legs and legs in a wheelchair. Or stand silent with broken arms.
These are all members of the Black Mang team left behind in the catastrophe, seriously injured and disabled members of the Black Mans!
Behind this group of people, it is already seven steps in total. In China, a group of 30 black mans, Zhang Bohan and black and white scorpion dragons and phoenixes, and very few serious injuries but not disabled The members are also mixed with them.
They collectively stood together and arranged into the most familiar formation of the black mans. The people who were few, but could not be ignored, appeared here with the most discreet attitude.
At the forefront of these people, Jiang Lingruo stands.
It is still a huge silver sickle on the back, but it is still very arrogant, but unlike the randomness of the past few days, today's Jiang Ling wears the black mans captain suit.
And it is still a battle suit with a lot of holes and bloodstains.
On the black cloth, the bloodstains have dried up and become a strange color, like a flower that kills in the hell.
That is Xiao Kun’s uniform, and in that catastrophe, wearing it to die for clothes!
The existing members of the Black Mang, but dozens, and now they are in this position, the first time after the gathering of the Black Mans members, came to the cemetery, and stood in the burial of a black man Before the tombstone.
A hundred tombstones, each of which records the life of the black man who died in the warrior, read the story of the dense and numb, making people feel like they are immersed in the experience, and they have tasted the three years since the end of the world.
The ultimate blood, the ultimate bitterness!
The tombstones of the members of the Black Mang team are gathered together, and they are closest to the Tombstone of the Spike Tooth. Not far from their opposite sides, it is the peerless tombstone that can compete with the stone wall!
In the most conspicuous position on it, the name of the members of the Black Mans team who died, has been burned one by one, making people feel a pain in the heart!
How did you die?
Fight to die!
Fight to the last moment, the death is fierce!
Jiang Lingruo, with all the members of the Black Mang, went all the way from the first tombstone and stayed in front of each tombstone of the members of the Black Mang team. She did not know why Zhang Bohan used such a tough attitude to let her Put on the battle suit of Xiao Kun.
But when she saw the record on the first tombstone, it took a whole half-day to silence the life of all the black and white soldiers who had died. Jiang Lingruo had a strange look. mood.
In her less than twenty years of career, from the captain of the Pre-Mao team in the Ming Dynasty to the demise of the last century, she never thought that the mood would fluctuate because of the dead.
She has always been concerned about killing and this person should not kill.
But at this moment, Jiang Lingruo's silence, as well as the silence of all members of the Black Mang team, evoked a very strange picture in this cemetery.
They didn't communicate, didn't talk, and all the dozens of people walked like dumb, paused, read the words on the tombstone, silence, walk, and then stop...
So repeated hundreds of times!
When I finally read all of these tombstones, the sky was already dim. They also came to the huge peerless tombstone and looked at the hundreds of names engraved on it. Jiang Ling had a moment of gloom.
She touched her cuffs, and there was still the blood of Xiao Kun.
This is obviously irrelevant, even hundreds of people she has never seen before, but at this moment, Jiang Ling, after reading those life, is very familiar with these people, know their experiences and become familiar with their style.
"This is the captain? Is it what Xiao Kun has to bear?" She muttered to herself, and also spilled a touch of feelings on the black mans from the bottom of her heart.
Zhang Bohan, who stood behind Jiang Lingruo, glanced at her and turned to look at the dozens of black-and-white members next to him. From the beginning, Jiang Lingruo’s appearance really made them feel strong, but when Jiang Ling put on Xiao Kun’s clothes and When they came together together, they were so cautious about the death of the black mans, not only because Chu Han personally took the captain’s position, but more of it was respect for Jiang Lingruo, who could do this new captain. To such an approval.
But when they collectively shared an afternoon, after cherishing the yin and yang of the hundreds of other people, Jiang Lingruo and the members of the Black Mang team gradually changed qualitatively, and something began to change.
Therefore, when Zhang Bohan looked at the rest of the members again, the look on their faces was no longer contradictory, and more of them were like the calmness of Xiao Kun's life, quiet and low-key restrained.
"Captain." Zhang Bohan opened his mouth and his voice was very light.
"Well?" Jiang Ling's subconscious mind, as if he has been the captain of this black mans team for many years, familiar with the extreme.
Everyone is awkward, and it is also faint that they are able to stand here, and accidentally let time pass an afternoon, precisely because Jiang Lingruo itself is too close to the style of black mans.
The same silence, the same extreme, the same as an assassin!
Zhang Bohan had a smile on his eyes: "It's time to go back and train."
Jiang Lingruo’s mood paused and he returned to God from panic. She turned and strode away:
There seems to be a group of people outside the cemetery. Let’s go to the meeting.

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All members of Black Mang followed her footsteps, and the wind was rising!