East Bridge won, but it was a pyrrhic victory.
More than thousands of people died in this battle.
This was not a time to celebrate. There were too many corpses in every corner of the east bridge. What people had to do now was to dispose of these corpses as soon as possible. Because once the corpses rotted, it was likely to cause a large-scale plague. For today's medical standards, the plague represented a disaster.
Thousands of corpses were piled up by the survivors, and a few professionals who were taking a breather were on standby. Their next task was to use their own power to burn these hidden dangers of the disaster to ashes.
This was not a simple task, especially among these corpses that were about to be burned, there were likely to be comrades and loved ones. Some professionals could not bear this pressure and cried out, but they had to grit their teeth and persevere because this was their mission and responsibility.
There was still a lot of follow-up work.
Those who were lucky enough to survive looked at the corpses piled up together. Their tears had dried up. They did not even have time to say goodbye to their loved ones before the corpses in front of them turned into a cup of yellow soil.
…
Looking at every report in front of him, Feng Zhiyong's heart was in extreme pain.
"Tell me, has the final number of deaths been calculated?" Feng Zhiyong dealt with government affairs without stopping. At this time, he had to figure out how many people had died in this battle.
"Well … the approximate data has been calculated by the inspection team. The list we collected …"
"I just want to know the death toll."
"Death toll?" The tired Han Qiang was stunned for a moment, then said with a complicated gaze:
"The death toll is 1,630, and the number of missing people is 309. There were also some stampedes in the south, and more than 207 people were killed …"
Feng Zhiyong was silent. This was not a flood or a mudslide. Obviously, the so-called missing people were pitiful people who were swallowed by the devil.
The broken bones could not identify the identity of the dead at all.
The only relief was that Feng Zhiyong had already prepared. There were only some small-scale chaos, and it was stopped in time before it spread.
Other than that.
Zhou Xian was dead.
This was what really made Feng Zhiyong's heart ache. Zhou Xian played a great role in being able to sit on the position of colonel under the watchful eyes of Hong Jiuling.
It could be said that Zhou Xian was the right-hand man of the conservative party. Not to mention, not only was this old man's strength superb, he was even more proficient in the ways of the world. In the past, he had given Feng Zhiyong plenty of advice.
But now that Zhou Xian was dead, Feng Zhiyong had truly lost an arm. He was grieving to the extreme.
This was the end of the world. There was danger everywhere. Even if you were once a legendary expert, you could not resist the arrangement of fate …
The entire street, the entire battlefield, and even the entire prosperous city district were devastated. It was like a hellish ruin.
The road was littered with the remains of devils. Broken bones, fine bone powder, smelly rotten flesh, black innards, crushed flesh, withered hell flowers …
The corpses of the demons were like garbage, strewn all over the streets, while the fresh human corpses and skeletons were mixed among them, forming a sharp contrast …
Seeing their former compatriots, their former comrades-in-arms ending up like this, the already depressed survivors felt even more helpless. They either remained silent, sobbed softly, or cried and laughed loudly. They used all kinds of ways to vent the sadness in their hearts …
…
After the disaster, how to pacify the people and rebuild after the disaster was the most important thing.
No matter how sad Feng Zhiyong was, at this time, he had to stand up and stabilize the situation.
Moreover, almost all the senior members of the conservative party were wiped out. This indicated that the people below had become scattered sand. But at this time, it was even more important to treat it calmly.
Once there was a mutiny, the entire Qiaodong would be destroyed.
Since ancient times, a mutiny indicated a change of dynasty. Qiaodong had finally gotten rid of the cancer. Feng Zhiyong did not want to usher in a second meaningless battle.
Conciliatory policy.
In any case, he had to stabilize the conservative party first. The rest could be decided later.
Although the arrival of the devils brought devastation to Qiaodong and took away countless familiar faces, Qiaodong still persisted in the end.
Even more, some ordinary people in that desperate environment actually broke through their own limits, awakened successfully, and became professionals.
This was also an unexpected gain. Qiaodong could recover some of its vitality.
The living became heroes, but the dead should also be remembered. Therefore, Feng Zhiyong had a discussion with his subordinates and set up a Hero's Shrine on Qiaodong Street to remember the brave warriors who had sacrificed themselves for Qiaodong!
…
Xu Hongzhuang was crying.
In front of her was a corpse covered with a white cloth. To be able to receive such treatment in such a chaotic environment, it was obvious that the other party was not an ordinary person.
Zhou Xian's body.
In this battle, the strongest person of the pro-war faction had fallen.
Xu Hongzhuang blamed herself. She had noticed some problems, but under Chen Feng's threat, she did not say anything in the end. If … she had been braver just now, this kind old man might not have died.
Self-blame was greater than sadness.
The age difference between Xu Hongzhuang and Zhou Xian was too big. They were not friends despite the difference in age. The relationship between the two was more like colleagues and comrades.
But Xu Hongzhuang still cried.
She was blaming herself for being silent.
She knew that Chen Feng had his own plans for Qiaodong, but she did not stop him in time. Instead, she became an accomplice, pushing Chen Feng into hell step by step.
She was still too young.
Between kindness and darkness, this young girl with her own beliefs would always lean towards the former.
Perhaps she was not afraid of bloodshed or hardship. She was not even afraid of death. She saw Qiaodong and the surrounding survivors as the direction of her efforts.
She indulged Chen Feng and let this kind old man personally capture Hong Jiuling. But in the end, his heart was hollowed out, and he died miserably in the hands of Hong Jiuling.
She was a little lost. She did not know if everything she insisted on was right.
"Because you are too weak.
Just as Xu Hongzhuang was feeling sad and helpless, a familiar male voice suddenly appeared beside her.
It was Chen Feng.
He seemed to have been here for some time, but he did not come out until now.
Xu Hongzhuang did not react much. She just raised her head. Her blank eyes were mixed with a trace of anger. It was the man in front of her who cracked her beliefs.
"You killed Mr. Zhou," Xu Hongzhuang whispered.
"It was Hong Jiuling who killed him. It had nothing to do with me."
Xu Hongzhuang pursed her lips. She was a little angry at Chen Feng's nonchalant attitude. She did not speak anymore, trying to use silence to protest against his cold-bloodedness.
Chen Feng smiled and said with a pitiful tone, "In the end, you are still too weak. Your so-called justice is incomparably weak in the face of reality."
"You think you can change everything with your power, but you can't save Zhou Xian who is in danger."
"What can you use to escape my control? I can give you freedom verbally, but you are living in the shadow of the past. Unless your power can completely crush me, everything you insist on is just wishful thinking. "
Xu Hongzhuang clenched her fists. There was a struggle in her eyes. No one knew what she was thinking.
Chen Feng's eyes flashed red. His voice was a little hoarse. He said slowly, "It is because you are too weak that you feel lost."
"If you were stronger than Hong Jiuling, you would have had the chance to kill him when you discovered his secret."
"If you were stronger than me, you would have been able to stop Zhou Xian from taking the risk and save this old man who means so much to Qiaodong."
"But you are nothing. You have no foundation, no strength. You are like a puppet, swayed by fate. All your struggles are futile."
These words were like knives that stabbed into Xu Hongzhuang's heart. Her face was a little pale. Chen Feng did not torture her physically this time. Instead, he attacked her mentally. He made her realize how useless she was now.
Xu Hongzhuang raised her head. Her eyes were bloodshot. She looked at Chen Feng and said in a low voice, "If I have the power, can I say no?"
Chen Feng's expression was playful. He said, "Yes."
"Hong Jiuling's faction has been destroyed. The pro-war faction has also suffered a fatal blow. This is the best chance for you to seize power. If it is just you, you might not be able to do it, but you have me."
"I will help you take control of Qiaodong!"
"I want to tell you a secret. The so-called Hong Jiuling is just an appetizer. The world will become more dangerous in the future. The evil existence is watching the home you want to protect."
"Use your strength to say no to this world. If you take control of Qiaodong, you will become the strongest king on this land."
"Feng Zhiyong is old. Even if he was a hero in the past, he has become somewhat indecisive now. It was his tolerance step by step that almost brought Qiaodong to the point of no return. This city needs a new ruler, a strong ruler, a ruler who dares to say no to all injustice and enemies."
"Accept my invitation. Only when we stand in the same position will our relationship be equal. I look forward to your transformation."
Chen Feng's figure disappeared around the corner, leaving the bewildered Xu Hongzhuang kneeling on the ground. After a while, she slowly stood up. A long knife appeared in her hand. She swung it up and her beautiful hair was cut in two. The black hair slowly fell to the ground as if indicating something.
Xu Hongzhuang cut off her favorite long hair, as if saying goodbye to her past self.
She betrayed.
But it seemed that there was no betrayal.
Xu Hongzhuang would treat Feng Zhiyong as her elder and teacher, but their beliefs differed. There was a vengeful demon hidden in her bones.
Under the involvement of Feng Zhiyong and the conservatives, this vengeful demon was tightly sealed. But with the arrival of Chen Feng, those seals were broken little by little.
Today.
This demon finally broke the seal and regained control of her body.
No one could wantonly wave the butcher's knife in Qiaodong.
No person, no creature, no existence could show off in front of her.
Her family died in the mouth of monsters. Qiaodong was almost destroyed. Countless people lost their lives and loved ones.
This pain could not continue to happen.
It was time for revenge!
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