Chapter 404: Give me three days

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Lin Luoran met some epidemic people who had not died on the road. She was anxious to rush to Shencheng. She was able to take care of her. She left the medicine powder, and she was forced to pour into the soup. She also encountered dozens of people who needed treatment. .
After all, it was delayed, and when the three people rushed to Shencheng, the sky was already black.
The strange thing is that the torch outside the city wall is bright, but there is no light in the city. It is also true that the heavily guarded city pool is used as a quarantine area. However, no food is provided, and the people in the city are allowed to self-destruct, and they have not sent a doctor to treat them. What is the isolation zone?
No food, no drugs.
The heavy soldiers surrounded the big city, and the original moat and the buffer zone of the city were crowded with civilians. These are not infected. If there are slight signs of morbidity, they will be thrown into the city without mercy.
There are only 10,000 healthy civilians and 30,000 soldiers. Infected people in the city, separated by high walls, these days will be able to eat all over, relying on the well water to drink water wells.
Lin Luoran’s knowledge of the envelope, the truth, the heart is furious.
Who said that the rulers of Laos did not have the power? This is clearly very powerful, to bring together these plague-infected civilians, to scribble the roots and remove the plague!
The wall was already poured with black kerosene. It was oil that had not been refined. It was burning and burning. It seemed that the generals who led the troops were struggling between conscience and life. There was no last order to burn the city.
Lin Luoran was glad that he did not come late, but Sang Tiao had some ridiculous taste.
He said, if you change Penglai, you can't transfer the food that can be used by tens of thousands of people in the frontline. The medicinal materials used are burned and blocked, but the casualties can be pushed. Penglai, the top of the country, saves time and effort, and is even more hot than him.
Just as she stood by and stood by, two more civilians were thrown into the city because of erythema.
The crowd was a little commotion, and soon it was calmed down by the soldiers’ cold swords.
Someone is carrying porridge in a wooden barrel. Regardless of whether the soil bowl held in the hands of civilians is large or small, there is only one spoonful, and the soup is oligo-water, which can count the rice grains in the porridge.
There was a person who was still wearing a broken cloth and suddenly fell into the bowl and started to anger: "Only two rice soup a day, you are going to starve to death everyone!"
There are sparse responsive sounds, and most of them are also dressed a little better.
These people were wealthy people with thin assets before the disaster. They didn’t have two days of porridge, and they didn’t have enough power and money to leave the city. They took the lead and the people around them dared to shrink. There is no imaginary response. They have not been docile to the bottom of the people after they have been bullied. There are already tattered civilians staring at him with sympathetic eyes. This person suddenly had a bad feeling.
Sure enough, the porridge sneer sneered, stepping on the bowl he had knocked over, cold and cold: "This person is sick and thrown in."
"Yes!"
The rich man wearing a purple and smashed silk dress was afraid of it and said loudly: "I am not sick, don't yell at me!"
Cut, everyone said that they are not sick, can this be believed? The turmoil was controlled to a certain extent. People have been used to this kind of disappointment in these days. The rich were tied by ropes and placed in the city from the ladder.
There were some big landing sounds, which proved that the movements of the soldiers were not gentle.
Lin Luoran has no plans to look at it anymore. She has already used her knowledge to sweep through the city, and there is no water in the moat buffer zone. There is no sister and brother of Ximei.
They are not driven into the city, they are dead. Hope is the former.
Lin Luoran turned his head:
"Are you following me in, or are you staying outside?"
Sang Tie took the initiative to show his position. Joke, stay outside and drink gruel? He already knows that Lin Luoran can cure the plague, and without the worries of infection, he is still willing to stay with Lin Luoran.
In the environment of water and grain breakage, it is the most sensible choice to be with a fairy who can change water and various foods out of thin air.
Lin Luoran saw him nod and grabbed his waist and threw it into the wall. The rest of his hands made the martial arts that restored the martial arts fall awkward. Especially when he saw Lin Luoran’s clothes and his sister’s arrival in the city, he couldn’t help but lick his lips.
This immortal seems to be pure-minded, but also extremely vengeful, from her attitude towards the strange little girl and her own. The seven emperors, Sang Tseng, quietly made a final conclusion for Lin Luoran, and they were right.
"Look, somebody flew in..."
"Have you been hungry for a long time?"
"I am sober!"
When Lin Luoran flew into the city, he did not use Xiaoqianjie to cover his body shape. He was clearly seen by many hungry people. The civilians talked about it. Soldiers and officers smashed these people crazy. This season, Someone will enter the city unless they don't want to live.
Having said that, the news was reported on a layer-by-layer basis, and the generals who led the troops were thoughtful.
Someone flew into the city?
He knows that martial arts has reached a certain peak, and with the support of internal strength, he can learn the "light up the ladder" and the like. So strong, why suddenly came to Shencheng?
The generals are dubious, and people are questioning whether there are civilians who are waiting for opportunities to change.
The civilians have vowed to do so. Although the sky is dark, but the figure is white and the snow is particularly conspicuous, but there are two small soldiers to see with their own eyes, not these civilians fabricated.
The generals were horrified, but they were calm and comfortable. He is about to calm down the mood of the civilians and release the progress of the medicinal doctors in the treatment of the plague. The dark lacquered city suddenly bursts into a colorful light.
There is a female voice separated by a thick stone wall spread all over the city:
"In three days, the burning city... died."
The generals are staring at the color, what is the difference? The woman who speaks is the powerful martial artist who just entered the city? It is absurd to stop the military order by the power of one person alone!
Civilians, what, to burn the city? Are these people also going to be burned to death?
There are also expectations in the generals, counting on what strength the female martial artist can make... He does not want to order the firing, which is 40,000 civilians and a people of Laos.
The seven-foot man, the sword can only be sent to enemy soldiers, should not be used to kill civilians.
The generals looked at the direction of Shencheng with full hope. If the Liwei picture he had imagined did not appear, or the previous female voice, hesitated:
"I need a hundred women who will cook..."
Need a woman to enter the city? At this juncture, whoever dares to enter the city, the civilians have retreated. However, the woman was softer at the end, especially those women who had their families locked in the city, and some were hesitant.
The generals asked the women who were not dead or were locked in the city.
If you can't escape a death, then a family reunion is also good? Some people meditated, and eventually more than a hundred women entered the city.
"Give me three days... save them."
More than a hundred women have been put into the city, and the female voice said that the last sentence is silent, but it seems to put water droplets in the hot oil pan.
Save them?
- Who is she going to save? Save everyone?
The numb nerves of the civilians were moved. Are humble people like them, who are willing to save them? Lying!
Hello, are you lying?
How many people want to vent their cry of this question out of their chests, and eventually they have become tears and hopes that are unclear.
If you can live, who would want to die?
If you can live...
The night wind blows the light of the torch, and the wall is dark black oil. When it touches the Mars, Shencheng will be swallowed up by the fire in an instant.
Lin Luoran only has three days, and she wants to save 30,000 people.