Dark Blood Age

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Crowded, screaming, pushing, shaking...

Yuan Xiaomei finally arrived downstairs, but the ground was still a mess, miserable to see, and there was nowhere to stand.

She couldn't look at the corpses that fell into meat sauce, and the small and large intestines that were ripped open and flowing around at the edges, which would make her vomit, but she couldn't spit anything useful except some bile and bitter water in her stomach.

Dim streets, running around like headless flies of refugees, shaking faint flashlights in chaos, some nervously say that the army from the east is calling, others alarmingly say that the troops from the west are advancing, you say me, messed up into a pot of porridge, no one says it is both authoritative and accurate.

Yuan Xiaomei, who had some experience in evacuation in the battle against plankton, held on to the swollen female classmate and immediately concluded:

“The city is about to fight. Stay here and die. Let's go outside the city! ”

Her advice seemed to light a bright light in the night, illuminated the headless flies, implemented from the mouth to the legs, and then more and more people thought she made sense, following them, that they should take refuge outside the city first.

When those bodies were thrown from high altitude into shattered bodies, it was not known who cursed them, and sooner or later the whole family was dead, which was considered a funeral of the deceased and a "retaliation" against the superiors.

And the relatives of the deceased, who had previously frozen to death in cold eyes on the ground above the tall building, turned to their own heads, unbelievably pounded on the bodies of their wives, husbands or children, and burst into tears and tears.

If it had been in the past, such a tragic cry would surely have provoked many sympathy and tears, but now there is only a shadow passing in a hurry, and no one has fallen down to comfort them.

Those who glimpse from their grieving eyes may also have some different thoughts: it's not that they're glad they're alive, it's just that they mourn the strangers' unfamiliar bad luck, even if the dead are right in front of them, as if such bad luck is far from them, “misfortune” always happens to others, should not fall on their heads, there must be something in the underworld that protects them, because they feel that they should be special, different from others.

Whistling shells, like blind eyes and unable to hit its enemies, often hit a building full of refugees, scaring out all the crowds like ants and paving the entire road.

Yuan Xiaojie and his classmates didn't run very far. They may not have walked three blocks, and found that the people in front of them were shaking. More and more. In the dark, the shaking torch made them faint more and more from hunger.

“Let's go!” Or “run!” It became the two words Yuan Xiaomei heard the most, but where can weak and helpless women go? I've done my best to move around.

The growing density of gunfire in the distance, as well as the roar of bullets emanating from the trapped machine guns, became the only driving force behind them to bite their teeth and walk down, only escaping from the city could hope not to be swallowed up by the fighting.

Fortunately, they are not located in the heart of the city, because there is no internal relationship with the back door and they have been able to find a place to live on the periphery, but rather a life-saving straw, from which, just a short walk away, they can be completely removed from the areas that the goddamn civil war activists are fighting for.

After another street, Yuan Xiaomei felt his legs were as heavy as lead, and the students who helped each other reached the point of collapse, but it was still so far outside the city, as if he could never get there, and the dark shadow of the building behind him flashed when the gunfire lit up, like a giant monster that drove them away.

There are more and more people around, hugging children, carrying old people, towing families, all of whom don't know where to drill out of, crowded in the streets, moving out of the city as huge people flow.

Darkness, cold, hunger, dead bodies, etc., make Yuan Xiaomei unable to see the road and the shadows in front of her. All she knows is that she mechanically moves forward, and from time to time she will be tripped. She will be pounded on what may be a dead body or something else, but the initial kind of fear and disgust about the body will disappear. Even if she touches any fleshy intestines, she will not have much strength to scream.

Walking, banging, she hit the person in front, pushed, pushed, the person did not move, pushed again, the person still did not move, Yuan Xiaomei thought he was frozen or directly frozen to death, wanted to go around from side to side, but she soon found that the handheld students also stopped, when she realized: the front was blocked.

Yuan Xiaomei doesn't know exactly how many people are blocked on this road, because they can't see it, nor can they estimate that only those who are still loathfully shaking the flashlight are telling her that there must be a lot, a lot, too many.

“Go?” “Why didn't you leave? What's going on up ahead? ”

The gunfire and gunfire in the back were like lethal signs, forcing men with the strength to anxiously lift their toes and ask aloud, individually and even climb onto the roof of the car on the side of the road, looking at the head of the dense and numb people ahead.

The delivery of the message takes time, regardless of the anxiety and urgency of the people behind it, there is always no precise information back in front, no need to look at it, the mere delay in the delivery of the message, at this time, you can also guess how much distance is blocked.

The people in the rear continued to congest, and the people stuck together and stopped gradually.

It is harder to wait every minute and second than the previous slow movement, if you can walk all the time, even if it is hard and difficult, even if you don't know when to get to the end, but there is always hope in your mind, you feel that there is always a time to go out, there is support, you are not too afraid.

However, being stuck here makes people panic all of a sudden. Especially if they don't know what's going on in front of them, their hearts are seven up and eight down. Like the fish on the anvil board, they can't control the knife of destiny that could fall at any moment.

About 10 minutes, or 12 minutes, Yuan Xiaomei couldn't figure it out. Anyway, at that time, although the previous message still didn't come, it came in another way.

The crowd is starting to pour back!

She was suddenly caught off guard and almost fell to the ground, frightened by a cold sweat.

If she fell at this time, the dense crowd could not tell whether she was alive or dead in the backward push, but she would certainly be trampled to death.

The retreat of the flow of people, very slowly at first, as if the transmission of power to the periphery would diminish, is not intense, but quickly becomes hasty, people push people backward to accelerate, and the speed becomes faster and faster.

Huge crowded forces, not individually able to resist, will sooner or later be crushed into meatloaf if you don't follow them.

Yuan Xiaojie did not have the strength to keep up with this kind of power and speed, but in fact, she did not need to keep up, and behind her original back was full of human shadows. At this time, all she had to do was turn around and then close to a person in front, and then close to a person in the back, tightly clamped in the middle, and under this force, she was automatically pushed away.

Something must have happened up ahead, maybe the war has reached there, maybe the front is blockaded, but nobody knows that this backward surge of power has told them that the front is dangerous, turn around, maybe the front has become a concrete body.

Originally there was a huge flow of people going forward, now they are all turning back, people are piling up, unknowingly walking back, like a group of pigs just kicked out of that pig circle in the building, being chased away.

Suddenly, Yuan Xiaomei felt someone touch her ass and then squeezed it hard. She subconsciously wanted to look back at who it was, but sadly found herself unable to move even. Then she felt her tiny body being held tightly, and that person's palms had moved to her chest and grabbed her...

Feeling painful, stimulating her nerve cells and cerebral cortex, shocked and angry, humiliated and scared, prompted her not to know where a force came from, struggling to break free of that person's claws and squeeze into the gap created by a movement next to her.

However, it is not a safe place, as long as the person moves a little, it will stick again. She feels that the person is very powerful, unlike a refugee who has been hungry for many days, and should be able to do so, so she is scared and doesn't know what to do.

But after a while, for about a few seconds, the man didn't come. Just when she thought it might have been a crowded misunderstanding, a gloomy voice poured into her ear: “Fine skinned meat, forward and backward curling, what a shame, little beauty... I'll leave you a mark first, and I'll find you when I get back from this fight. ”

The shameless words heard her heartbeat, the indignation added, but helplessly found herself completely incapable of resisting, the gloomy voice, after speaking, pointed at her, then soared, pulled out of the ground crowd, with the flame of the whirring, the knots rose, stepped on the head of the dense and numb, and went.

Under his whistle, a giant bug swept along the building walls on both sides of the road like a shadow, followed behind him and vanished into thin air.

The crowd of frightened people became more crowded. Yuan Xiaoming, who had just escaped from her classmates' claws, was like a wave on a small leaf. The spinning room was scattered. No matter how she screamed and struggled, she could never return to her companions.

She was not the only one who was dispersed. Many people could not resist the power of the flood, struggling to be shouted, flushed to 708, and their wives dispersed.

Some of the weak women were even lifted by other people and flushed directly to far away places. They could not resist. They looked at their husbands holding their children apart by the crowd and stretched out their hands. In their eyes, besides despair, they were desperate.

Others had just put the child on the roof of the car, ready to avoid the turbulence, but before he could climb up, he was pushed far away by the crowd, watching his child stand on the roof scared by the stupidity.

Yuan Xiaomei was in shock, there was nothing she could do. She was squeezed away by a huge flow of people. In the end, she didn't even know where she had been squeezed. She was completely out of her mind.

At this time, more and more people emerged from all corners, joining this patchy, heapy army, rushing toward the city center like a flood.

At this time, she secretly heard people around her saying that there were bloody smells everywhere outside the city, attracting many cannibal monsters, all fleeing to the city center, even refugees who were not eligible to be stationed outside rushed in, black pressed all over people, afraid to squeeze out the city.

Compared to those monsters who want to eat people without asking, the army of the civil war in the city, though abominable, is at least human. Do those who are soldiers really dare to burst them all with machine guns!?

Yuan Xiaojie listened to these messy almost shouting arguments. After a long time, suddenly he was empty and loosened up.

“Is it over? ”

She felt so relieved that the crowd almost squeezed her out.

But she quickly found something wrong again and raised her head violently, horrified to find that a dark gunshot was pointing in front of her, under the pungent light, actually parked a forest tank, and behind the tank, was constantly driving into an army, neatly stepping on the cold ground.

^ (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote on recommendations, monthly tickets (qidian.com) and your support is my biggest motivation.)