Chapter 289： fog (1/2)

Death is tranquility, and it is the prayer of Mingguang, a heroic city in the last days.

And it's not just talking about it, it has been implanted in the bones of every Mingguang person.

After counting the losses, the hunters who had escaped spontaneously gathered together, each holding a pitch-black stone in his hand. Each section of the stone was a shell-shaped cut, which was very sharp.

This is obsidian, which was everywhere after the cataclysm.

In ancient legends before the cataclysm, there was an Apache tribe that lived on their land for generations. They believed that the earth and sky given and guarded by their gods remained unchanged for thousands of years, and they also believed that it would last forever. The unchanging existence continues.

However, only change in this world is eternal.

Powerful enemies attacked their tribe and drove them to more barren places.

The Apache fighters rose up to resist, attacked many occupied places, rescued many people, and regained many supplies.

However, enemies ten times more than them found their hiding place based on the footprints of the cattle they took away, and surrounded the old, weak, women, children, and Apache soldiers on the mountain.

The Apache fighters took the initiative to walk out of the hidden cave, hoping to exchange their lives for the clansmen not to be discovered.

But they didn't want to die under the enemy's hands, so they jumped off the cliff, one after another.

After the enemy evacuated, the wives and lovers of those fighters cried month after month. They mourned the dead lover and mourned the soul of Apache who had gone with the fighters.

Their grief affected their god, so he buried the tears of the Apache people in a kind of black stone.

The locals believe that if anyone owns this black stone, they will never cry again, because the Apache girl has shed all the tears for you.

Legend has it that the spots of obsidian shining in the sun are teardrops of Apache.

The stones are stacked on the ground, and finally in the direction facing the hilly area, it becomes a cone-shaped grave tower without corpses.

On the tomb tower, every section of the thousands of obsidians is shining with unpredictable light, as if the obsidians are condensed together, like a huge and pitch-black gem.

The living bowed their heads deeply, and a hunter read the list of deaths.

”Geng Xian, Zhou Guangming, Wan Qiong...”

”The above, a total of 113 people, the tranquility of death will always soothe their souls.”

After half a minute, the hunters turned into their cars and quickly left the place.

An order came from the command vehicle, hoping that Huang Dashan and Captain Liu would use the chariot as a unit to carry out the reconnaissance mission in front of the large unit-I do not know whether it is a coincidence or God’s will. Most of the members of the reconnaissance team just formed are in that one hundred and one. Thirteen people in the list.

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Shan Ye may be the one who values ​​his car the most among hunters.

Others use cars to save their lives, but Shan Ye is different. That car is his life. I don’t know how many alien beasts’ bones and fur are filled in every year. Among the many hunter teams, it is rare to find a stronger pangolin than the pangolin. Wilderness Chariot.

In the collision with Captain Liu's car, Captain Liu's car was deflated by a large chunk, and even one of the bumpers was dropped. The pangolin only scratched the patent leather.

Every scratch was carefully repaired with Yuanjing Solvent. The gentleness and delicateness made everyone's scalp tingling.

After filling up the oil, the pangolin roared and set off first.

After notifying the army by radio that it was ready to go, Huang Dashan started a trash offensive against Captain Liu, and all kinds of gossip made Captain Liu annoyed.

Technically speaking, Lord Shan did a good job of resolving the loneliness and boredom during the long journey.

Huang Dashan asked suddenly,

”Who, Liu Zhuzi, have you brought wine?”

About 500 meters away from the right side of the Pangolin, inside an armored vehicle, everyone leaned forward with a smile.

Captain Liu shouted,

”Damn Huang Dashan, can you stop calling it Lao Zi Zhu?”

Captain Liu's unpretentious dad worked as a plasterer in Xiacheng District. At the time Captain Liu was born, he was beaming a family's house.

Mingguang people pay attention to having a surname, meaning to come to this world with a head and a face.