He sat behind a high stone steps, laying a black bottom cloth on the ground, and putting a bowl with a missing mouth on the black bottom cloth that even the corners were exposed, and then covered his face with a ragged palm fan. Seeing his chest slightly undulating, he was obviously asleep. Instead, he lay beside him gently, with a bit scary body, but because of following such a master, the dog was so hungry that he almost exposed his ribs, he opened his eyes very diligently, staring at the empty bowl in front of him, as if he was fantasizing about the sound of the coins falling inside.

A man like him who is in his early twenties, strong and has no shortage of hands and feet, is fine if he is a beggar, but he is so undedicated when he is "working". No wonder no one loses a copper coin in the broken bowl in front of him.

"Bang!"

A small blue-gray wave suddenly exploded on the blue brick wall behind him. Something still had a hot temperature, was hitting a cheerful little in the air, rubbing his cheek tightly, and landing on the black bottom cloth he laid on the ground.

He reached out and bounced off the dust that fell on his face through the gap of the palm fan, and finally opened his eyes slowly. After a brief search, he finally found the Yuan Kei who disturbed his dreams. He used two fingers to pinch the little thing that fell in front of him, put it in front of him to carefully observe. This was a bullet that had just been shot out of the Type 38 rifle, after a considerable distance, and finally hit a hard wall and bounced back in front of him!

He threw the bullet into a broken bowl without a coin. Then he bent his waist in the direction where the bullet was shot, and whispered: "Thank you, boss!"

At this time, everyone was running, with well-dressed clothes everywhere, carrying suitcases in their hands, and people on their faces who could not hide their terror. There were high heels on the streets that had lost contact with their owners in panic. The cars squeezed in the crowd were almost unable to move forward, and the driver was honking the horn in vain. But at this time, everyone could not protect themselves. Who would pay attention to these famous brands that once showed off their power and represent their identity and decent brand cars?!

A burst of crying suddenly came from the crowd. A mother finally found a squeezed child in the crowd. However, what she found was not a living person, but a corpse that was squeezed to the ground by the abortion and was instantly stepped on to lose her life. The mother stood there blankly. Before she could wail, another abortion rushed over frantically. The mother, who had almost lost consciousness, was also stepped on the abortion...

In such a world where absolutely chaotic, lost order and order completely exposed the dark side of mankind, he leaned behind the steps that separated him from the crowd. He was like an isolated and out of place, looking at these panicked refugees with a strange look.

I don't know how long it took to squeeze and tear like this, but the street finally gradually calmed down. Even the cars that were squeezed into the crowd and could not move at all disappeared at the other end of the street. After he slowly stood up and carried the mother and daughter who were trampled to death by the crowd and no longer looked like a human. Then he slowly patrolled the street. When he turned around again, he had a large string of shoes of different styles and materials in his hand.

Seeing a protruding nail on a tree by the roadside, he hung the string of shoes on it. If the owners of these shoes were willing to come back and look for them, they would be able to easily see the "transportation means" that were gathered together and swaying slightly.

At this moment, a rustling sound came from the road, which sounded like a breeze swept across the treetops, but the man and the "dog" beside him pricked up their ears and turned their heads suddenly.

Under their careful gaze, a shadow slowly appeared on this deserted street.

The person who came was a woman, to be precise, a female soldier, to be precise, a veteran who had just walked off the battlefield.

Her military uniform could hardly see the color on it, and she probably couldn't tell the difference between it. What were the thick black shells on the tattered military uniforms, and which were stained with the enemy or her own blood, and were slowly blown dry by the wind.

She is a Chinese soldier, but all the weapons on her are purely Japanese.

What she carried was a Japanese Army standard 91 light machine gun. The one she had on her waist was two South 14 pistols made by the Nagoya Arsenal, which were only equipped with school-level officers. The grenades hung on her waist included the Japanese Army Type 97 conventional grenades and the Taisho 11 smoke grenades.

After all the calculations, it seems that the only fighting saber she inserted in her chest is not Japanese equipment. Unfortunately, it is not made in China, but a genuine German 98K military bayonet!

The most alternative is the knife she carried on her body! It was a command knife that Japanese generals liked to represent the spirit of the Bushido when commanding the battle! This katana knife made of shark skin and the three blooming cherry blossoms on the scabbard are silently telling everyone its extraordinaryness.

Such a woman wearing Chinese military uniform, full of Japanese weapons and a samurai sword, obviously consumed too much physical strength in the battle, so she walked very slowly, but her chest was still raised high, and her body seemed to be hit by iron.

She walked step by step with this slow but lighter pace than a cat. When she passed the stall made of this man and a dog, she suddenly turned her head, and the blade-like gaze passed by, just in a collision with his slight curious gaze. At this moment, a few invisible sparks seemed to splash out from the air.

The female soldier couldn't help but show a vigilant look. She stopped. When her eyes fell on the "dog" lying beside the man, who was as gentle as a pet, her eyes narrowed into pinholes even more dangerously. She flicked her fingers gently, and with a "click" sound, she pushed away the security on the 91 light machine gun and asked in a deep voice: "Chinese?"

"Um!"

"May I have your name?"

"Thunder and Zhen!"

"What are you doing?"

"There is a living sack," Lei Zhen reached out and flicked the broken bowl with only one bullet, and said in a plain and simple tone: "I'm a beggar!"

She asked persistently: "Where are you living?"

"I have money to stay in a hotel, but I don't have money to sleep on the street!"

"There is a war here now, and you can't find a job at all, why not leave?"

Faced with this kind of inquiries that were already very rude, Lei Zhen replied directly: "I'm not happy!"

The two people's eyes collided fiercely again, but this time, she showed a smile. She really didn't know what kind of experience this man had, and she didn't want to know, but she could clearly see a bitter sadness and desolation from the man's eyes.

He was like a wolf wandering alone in the wilderness, without companions or comrades, and only bloody battles of swords fighting for power.

It is such a man. He just sat there quietly without saying a word, but the rough wildness that was as bright as the wind in the desert would hit everyone's heart.

A man like him has the pride and dignity that he will never be tamed like a wolf. He disdained him at all, and would not surrender to the invaders' iron hooves and become a secret spy of the Japanese army!

Nodding slightly to the man, she pushed the safety of the Type 91 light machine gun again to a safe position. Under the gaze of this man and wolf, she continued to walk away slowly with her slow and solid steps.
Chapter completed!