The terrifying death rate is close to 20%. This is no longer a mistake, but a crime!

They did not die on the battlefield, but in the water that spread throughout the pipeline.

They were not shot through the chest or head by bullets, but stayed in the dark and cold pipe forever with the endless feeling of drowning.

They could never come back and became the first people on the death list in Tianyuan Territory.

"The dead are gone, help them in."

He also walked down from the security wall and looked at the Tianyuan Army who had black dirt on their faces.

Sumo said softly, but there was no trace of blame in his voice.

But just like this, everyone present lowered their heads in shame, feeling only fear for a moment.

"Lord. I. It's all my fault. I was the one who told them about those plants."

The usually lively old man lost his calmness on his face, and his entire body was in a state of despair, as if his energy had been drained away.

Obviously it shouldn't be.

Obviously you shouldn't be so greedy!

Although everyone is a player, they are not players in the game.

There is no second life.

If you die, you will really die. You will never return to your hometown or see your relatives again!

"You did the right thing, but sometimes, doing the right thing doesn't mean it's the right choice."

Sumo looked at him and said.

"Go back and rest. You have done a great job by escaping. As for the others, just take those who are left and live with their will."

In fact, when I heard that Feng Long led people into the sewers again to break into the Red Core Sanctuary.

Sumo had already vaguely anticipated that something bad would happen.

Accidents often come from greed.

And as it happens, not everyone can restrain this greed.

There was a trace of emotion on the old Taoist's face.

Before approaching the border, he had already thought about the severe punishment he would receive next.

But this way of handling it.

"Lord, don't worry, I will definitely live well!"

"Their sacrifice will never be let go to waste."

"Um."

The separation of life and death has long been the main theme of the entire wasteland.

Frequent natural disasters will eliminate the stragglers one after another, shrinking the number of humans one after another.

Instead of remembering the deceased and living in the regrets and blanks they left behind, it is better to take a longer-term view.

Somo comforted himself in this way, but in the end he watched everyone leave from the highly guarded gap and completely disappear from sight.

The depressed mood still hasn't calmed down even a little bit.

What was supposed to come came.

The arrival of the indigenous people did bring more opportunities to this land, but it also brought life-threatening risks.

Are you considering slowing down and raising the territory's productivity and combat effectiveness to a higher level before getting involved?

It has become something that he, the lord, urgently needs to consider.

Maybe it's time to hibernate.

These villagers without "special help" have done well within their capabilities.

As a lord, you should not continue to demand that they be better, but should give them more support and encouragement.

"Master, I feel that you are in a very low mood right now. Do you need me to play some uplifting music for you?"

The No. 0 in his pocket shook, heartlessly breaking the dull atmosphere.

"Wars and adventures are always accompanied by casualties. According to my recent studies, your residents don't seem to be that afraid of death."

"Yeah?"

"Yes! Big data will not deceive No. 0!"

There was even a little joy in Zero's tone. It was obvious that he still could not understand the meaning of death to human beings.

However, he was not wrong in predicting the attitude of the villagers.

It seems that everyone expected this day to come.

The impact of the death in battle did not spread to the point of no return throughout the Tianyuan territory.

In addition to keeping many people awake due to emo on the first night, the atmosphere became exciting again on the second day.

Several posts in memory of the waiter appeared on the game channel, with tens of thousands of replies.

It can be seen that the villagers did not completely let go of the deceased, but in another way allowed the deceased to live in eternal written records.

Early morning on the third day.

Several corpses of soldiers that were finally recovered yesterday, as well as their unidentifiable mutilated parts, were brought back in prepared wooden boxes.

The hot flames evaporated, sublimating the swollen and white body into powder and loading it into the jar.

Behind Tieshi Mountain, the funeral began under the gaze of tens of thousands of pairs of eyes.

"May the light of Mother Earth lead them home, to the place where we were born."

"May the fiery blood of China regenerate them again and become part of us in another way."

"May pain and torture never come to you again."

"May the separation in this world no longer become a distant distance."

Standing on top of the raised earth bag, Qiao Yuansheng solemnly recited the eulogy.

Eight pure white jars with green earth patterns outlined were brought up and buried in the soil under the witness of everyone.

In this strange wasteland, the most sincere wish of most people is to return to Earth.

Whether it is brought back alive or brought back in a jar.

Even if they die, they don't want to stay in this land where they have no sense of belonging.

After shoveling the soil for the last time, Somo stepped forward, gently picked it up and threw it on the slightly raised soil bag.

Then, he took the microphone from Yuan Sheng Qiao and his tone was unprecedentedly solemn:

"I promise, we will take them home one day."
Chapter completed!