Chapter 320: Crane sound

The original site of the long-distance Ganzhao Temple, the headquarters of the Sixth Field Army of the Black Star Chariot.
The heavy rain is pouring, and the light red raindrops have a burning tingling on the skin. If you expose your nose and nose to the rain, you can feel a kind of pungent itchiness.
Among the broken rubble of the temple after the bombing, a thin figure ignored the red rainstorm with strong radiation, and buried his head in the ruins.
It was a skinny, dark boy with bare feet and prominent ribs, his face was wooden.
Suddenly, he took out a silver-filled bone flute from under a green tile.
He put the bone flute in front of his eyes and stared for a while, grinning his mouth to reveal the black teeth and biting a few bites, naturally he couldn't bite.
Misty lights stabbed in the rain, and the skinny boy looked like a frightened rabbit, turned and ran away in the heavy rain running on the sinkhole, his feet making a crackling sound on the rainwater.
boom.
The boy bumped his head against the black blended trousers and sat on the floor with his butt.
Liang Zhengyong bowed his head and saw the skinny boy sitting on the ground.
The boy looked up blankly. When he saw the tall black military uniform, the whole man shivered involuntarily, and moved back while swinging.
The rough and thick palms were slightly enlarged in front of the boy's eyes, and finally covered on top of his head.
"Rudolbo worships (Are you okay?)"
Liang Zhengyong's voice was low, and his eyes flowed. When he saw the bone flute in the boy's hand, the decree pattern on the face was deeper.
"..."
Liang Zhengyong greeted his men, stuffed a box of canned fish into the boy's arms, pointed to the bone flute in his hand, and pointed to himself.
The boy glanced down at the tin can in his hand. Without knowing where the strength came from, the boy dropped the bone flute, hugged the can and turned to run.
The rain washed the ground, and Liang Zhengyong stooped to pick up the bone flute. If anyone noticed, it was not difficult to find that he was standing in the rain, but his clothes and skin were not contaminated by a little rain.
This bone flute is made from the leg bones of some kind of animal, because it has been dark for a long time. Even with silver inlay, it still looks ugly and cruel.
Liang Zhengyong stared at the bone flute for a while, and his chapped lips fell down, clearly under the heavy rain, but the ugly bone flute lit with golden flames, and the black smoke rose until the bone flute was burned to ashes.
He stood still, a female lieutenant with an umbrella behind her came over.
"General, there are instructions on the front."
"Say."
"Captain Zheng's troops besieged the exiled old Qiao tribe, and they have been forced into the mountains. Captain Zheng means, burn the mountain, leave no one behind."
"Why specifically ask me."
"One-third of the mob following Old Qiao are children and the elderly. Whether these people are being held or diehards, it is difficult to confirm ..."
Liang Zhengyong's eyes passed through the torrential rain. The skinny boy penetrated into the small nest made of iron sheet and wooden strips, and the sound of rain was hard to cover a childish cheer from the small nest.
"We don't have time. This is a necessary sacrifice."
The female deputy bowed her head, paused and said, "Otherwise ..."
"Ok?"
"Major General Liang's situation is not very good. In the Great Devil Lake, more than one fourth-order gene zombie warrior was found, and the type of ability is unique, it is difficult to solve. You can look at the specific situation."
"After calling Xiao Zheng to complete the task, he didn't have to rush back, and went straight to the Great Devil Lake to support Liang Wei and Qiao Xing."
Liang Zhengyong said as he took over the documents in the hand of the female aide, and only flipped a few pages at random, his eyebrows twisted. The situation was worse than he thought.
Who could have imagined that the Sixth Field Army in Zone B almost completely conquered for two hundred hours, but planted a small Devil's Lake.
"Forget it."
He closed the papers.
"I'll go there myself."
...
After Li Yan said, he was a little embarrassed. I picked out the fine equipment that had been discounted for a long time, and finally opened my mouth to be torn. This is not a problem of poor ghosts and poor ghosts.
But the shiny quartermaster didn't reveal anything else.
"Are you going to assemble and repair it yourself?"
He asked tentatively.
"This situation is also more common among hunters. Don't blame me for not reminding you that the technological content of Heixing products and the old antiques you usually come into contact with are not an order of magnitude. It is common to spend money to buy waste and go back. Thing, you think about it. "
Li Yan nodded: "Naturally."
The quartermaster called a young guard who was immature.
"Take him to warehouse four."
After speaking, he faced Li Yan again: "There are other spare parts for large machine tools in the warehouse. The rent is 500 yuan an hour. Whatever you bring out, you will be charged 30% off the original. How about it?"
"It could not be better."
Li Yan smiled.
He was behind the guard, and as soon as he left the door, the flow of people was booming, and he was rushing in a certain direction. A large loading vehicle galloped from the other side of the highway. The medical staff carried the stretcher in a hurry, and his hands were stained. The blood, depending on the situation, was returned by the wounded from the front.
Among the crowd, Li Yan saw Song Zuo squatting under the telephone pole and smoking in silence.
"Sir, this way."
The guard patted him on the shoulder.
Li Yan casually asked: "Where did the wounded come from?"
"I'm not quite sure." The guard shook his head and glanced a little before saying with uncertainty: "It seems to be Major General Liang's team."
"Did the battle go well?"
"How is it possible that Lamujue's nest is wiped out."
The guards seem to have little knowledge of the inside of the Great Devil's Lake, or they are extremely confident in the combat capabilities of the Black Star chariot.
For his words, Li Yan also generally agreed that he had seen the equipment level of the Sixth Army, and even if there were seven or eight so-called fourth-order genetic ability soldiers in the Great Devil Lake, it was difficult to shake it positively.
Face the destruction of warplanes, tanks, large-equivalent aerial bombs, and the Great Devil's Lake. Just a matter of time.
"Please wait for me."
Li Yan said, walked towards Song Zuo quickly, and raised his hand to say, "Wait for me?"
Song Zuo spit out his cigarette butt: "One hundred thousand dollars, it will be enough to buy me a few lives."
Li Yan took out a long box from the mark, inside which were two lilac injections.
This injection belongs to the second-order transformation agent. It is the signature of the Black Star chariot. Its name is "Steam Giant". It is better in quality than the ordinary "Wanderer" and can quickly enhance physical functions. God "plus third-order" Skull of Steel. " The standard price inside the Black Star tank is 50,000 yuan, but most people are not eligible to buy it, and there is no price in the market.
Incidentally, this injection can also have the effect of treating common incurable diseases. This is also the feature of most genetic drugs in the winter season. Without considering the gene breakdown, it is like the Daliwan sold in the past: Yes Cure and cure, stay healthy ...
These injections are hard currency in the wilderness.
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