The western district of Shen Cheng, on the banks of the Pu River, slightly to the south, this place used to be one of the most prosperous areas in Shen Cheng. Countless modern buildings stood on both sides of the street, the population was concentrated, every inch of land was worth its weight in gold. But now, the cold and bleak buildings that pierced the sky were broken and incomplete, tilted and collapsed, there were countless broken fences and cracked walls. In the dim light, their figures were faintly discernible, it was a desolate and desolate scene of ruins.
Soon, in the ruins of Mo, where the glimmer fell, many short and thin figures gradually appeared. They crawled through a crack on one side of the collapsed building and groped their way to the other side. Then, they disappeared into the 'jungle' of steel bars and cement.
Further away, there was a broken viaduct. Flattened, crushed, and crashed cars were piled up in the gap. Those people who had just disappeared just a moment later, one after another, holding a variety of tools in their hands. They were lying on the ruins, prying open the large pieces of cement, and chiseling through hard objects, trying to break down the broken cars, especially the trunks and mailboxes, which were the main targets of cleaning.
"Look what I found!?" A teenager with a black face, who was about ten years old, slid down from the ruins, waving a glass bottle in his hand and shouted excitedly.
The group of children suddenly laughed and shouted, "Big Head Niu, what, what, what, what, I don't understand a word, let the scholar do it."
The big child, whose head was really bigger than the others, awkwardly touched the dirty hair on his big head and explained, "this must be a bottle of wine, I have seen it when I was a child, and there is even a paper box!"
"Big Head, you are bragging, I have seen the sun when I was a child, haha, who still remembers? That was eight hundred years ago, how old are you!" A child dressed in rags and dirty from head to toe like a clay figurine opened his mouth and said. White cold air was coming out of his mouth, which was cracked from the cold.
"Forget it if you don't believe me!" The big-headed kid seemed to be really angry. He anxiously pulled a little girl who was wearing an adult's cotton-padded clothes and said, "Elementary Scholar, can you read it to everyone? What is written on it? Is it wine?"
The little girl's lips were a little purple from the cold. From the cut cuff, a pair of small hands covered in frostbite and swollen like steamed buns reached out and took the bottle. Not knowing if it was because the bottle was too heavy, she almost dropped it on the ground. It shocked the child who found the bottle and made his heart ache.
"Ocean, River, Blue, Blue, Color, Classics, Classics, Classics." The girl read each word carefully. She was already speaking standard Mandarin, without the slightest trace of the Northern Jiangsu accent.
"Yanghe Blue Classic? What was that? Has anyone heard of it? " The owner child looked around expectantly at the other children, only to see that they were all at a loss.
"Look at the small words, look at the small words!" The big-headed kid pointed at the small words below and said eagerly.
"… Winery … Share … Company …" The girl obediently followed the finger of the big-headed kid and continued to read seriously.
"Look, did you hear that? It's a bar, I don't care, it's wine!" The big-headed kid immediately jumped up and shouted excitedly, like a victorious rooster.
"That, how much is that worth?" The mud-like kid swallowed his saliva, stared at the bottle, and stammered.
"I say, at least a big cart!" One of the kids stretched out his hand and said.
"You only know papa, this is worth at least two, no, three delicious fruits!"
"A group of little kids, of course, this good thing should be given to the leader. Maybe the old man will be happy and let you become an awakened warrior, then you will have everything!"
"Wah, how old are you? You're the youngest in our group, yet you're still calling me 'little brat' all the time!"
…
The group of children was immersed in the dream of getting rich, suddenly they heard a surprised voice coming from the top of the ruins, "look, there's more!"
The kid held up a red cardboard box and waved it excitedly.
The children quickly climbed up the pile of ruins, as if they had found some kind of treasure, they opened their black mouths and tried to clean it up.
More and more things that they might have seen when they were very young, but they had long forgotten, were dug out from the cars buried under the ruins and piled up in a small place!
"We are rich, we are really rich!"
"This time I must eat the fruit!"
"I want to change into new clothes!"
…
Not far away, at the entrance of the subway of Line 7, a few abnormally small figures crawled out and nervously stared at the ruins around them.
Big Head Niu walked to the top of the ruins, pulled down his pants, and peed on the ground. As he was thinking about his dream of getting rich, he suddenly saw a dozen figures at the entrance of the cave. He quickly rubbed his eyes and pulled up his pants. He stumbled and crawled as he shouted, "Someone come quickly, the Japanese have crawled through the cave again. They are here to steal our things!"
"Where is it? Where is it? "The children who were guarding the treasures were all very excited, as if they were soldiers of death.
"Smash these bastards to death, smash them to death!" The first child who dug out the bottle immediately picked up a piece of cement from the ruins and threw it over.
"Who asked you to come here to steal things, I will smash you to death!"
"Xiucai, you don't know how to fight, quickly hide!"
"This is our place, quickly get out of here!
…
The top of the ruins and the exit of the subway immediately started a "fight". Their weapons were stones, bricks, and scrap iron. They were throwing them at each other. It was very intense at the beginning.
Big Head Niu and the others occupied the top of the ruins, and they were confident enough to fight back. Also, because there were a bunch of treasures behind them, they had the advantage of the right time, the right place, and the right people. They picked up the stones and rushed down the tunnel like those awakened warriors, screaming and shouting, and smashed a few Japanese children.
The ten or so skinny Japanese kids, both boys and girls, couldn't resist the fierce attacks of Big Head Niu and the others. They covered their bleeding heads and limped back into the dark subway tunnel with their bodies hunched and hungry.
On Big Head Niu's side, there were also a few people who were injured. They were sitting on the ground and grimacing in pain. Those who were too young couldn't bear the pain and wanted to cry. However, they were stared at by the older children who didn't want to lose to the Japanese children …
In the distance, on top of an intact building, a middle-aged man with a pale face put down the military infrared binoculars and said firmly to a tall man beside him, "Brother, if you don't make a decision, you will only get yourself into trouble!"
"Brother, it's not that I don't want to fight, but what can we use to fight? Now that the fruit tree is gone, the white fruits in the storage will be gone with each use. Once a big fight breaks out, what will we use to save our brothers' lives? "The tall and straight man stared at the pale middle-aged man with torch-like eyes and asked.
The middle-aged man pointed at the place where the children were fighting and said, "Brother, if we don't fight now, they will gradually invade from the east of the river!"
"I have already made up my mind on this matter. They are not a piece of steel. Some of them also know how to follow the general trend. The Akizuki family from the east of the river has already agreed to follow us. You don't have to persuade him anymore. Anyway, we have to take it slow. As long as there's news from one of the surviving cities in the mainland, the River East will collapse on its own! "the tall man said confidently.
He paused and said, "Big Brother, you gave me this life of mine. If we still have to fight in the future, I will be the first to charge and break through the enemy lines for you!"
"Tachibana Kagemitsu!" The tall man frowned and looked into the distance. He seemed to be talking to himself, "How can we get rid of …"
*****
River East, somewhere in the wilderness.
A group of about fifty five or six year old children, regardless of gender, had all been stripped naked, leaving only a pair of underpants to cover their embarrassment. They formed two teams and ran barefoot around several piles of snow in the snow.
Behind them, a man holding a stick roared loudly.
"Run! Don't stop! In this difficult world, if you want to survive, you must have a body as strong as steel. Even if it's cold and painful, you must have this awareness! "
"Cowardly people like that can't survive in this world!"
"You must be like the warrior. From now on, you must face this world seriously!"
…
A child fell to the ground. His calf was purple from the cold and kept twitching.
The man with the stick immediately pounced on him. Without any hesitation, he lashed out and said coldly, "You're dead.
"Even if you are a noble prince, you must have the awareness of facing death at any time. Get up! Keep running! "
The child gritted his teeth and tried to get up, but he fell back to the ground stiffly. His mouth was full of ice and snow.
The man with the stick was still mercilessly whipping the child's thin body.
"As someone who has lost his home, lost his hometown, and is in dire straits, what right do you have to lie on the ground and not stand up?! You have lost everything. You only have this body to rely on. Use the courage of death to train it. Heiichiro, stand up! "
The child shuddered, as if he had been greatly stimulated. He let out a childish roar, scrambled up from the ground, and ran madly towards the snowy ground.
…
In another corner of the wilderness, a group of the same number of teenagers were lined up in two rows. They were holding wooden swords in their hands and fighting each other fiercely until they hit each other.
A little further away, more than a hundred teenagers, who were about 16 or 17 years old, were wearing armors and holding real katanas in their hands. They were lined up in three rows. Fifty meters away from them, there was a living small tentacle monster that was half-locked by the insect's ligaments.
A man in a white robe pulled out a long katana and said sternly, "Xiu!
！”
"Together!" More than a hundred teenagers shouted in unison. They raised their long katanas and rushed towards the living small tentacle monster!
…
*****
After Chu Yunsheng was wrapped by the tree trunk, he gradually lost all his senses. It was as if he was in a dream.
He didn't know where he was, and how much time had passed. It was as if the whole world had been isolated from him. He couldn't feel any movement outside. His sight, touch, taste, smell, hearing, and even Dark's unique insect sense, as well as his fourth-dimensional antennas, had all disappeared!
This was a world where he couldn't tell the size, the height, the distance, and even the color of the world. If it weren't for the fact that he still had the ability to think, he might have even lost the sense of time.
After a long time, he seemed to "see" a small black vortex above him. It was constantly rotating like a black hole, and he couldn't see through it.
Gradually, more and more "things" were sucked in by the vortex, but there were too few of them. As soon as they came in, they disappeared.
But at the same time, he suddenly felt that something was slowly recovering.
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