Qiaodong won, but it was a pyrrhic victory.
More than thousands of people died in this battle.
This is not a time worth cheering for. There are too many corpses lying in every corner of Qiaodong. What people have to do now is to dispose of these corpses as soon as possible, because once the corpses rot, it is likely to cause a large-scale plague. With today's medical level, the plague represents a disaster.
Thousands of corpses were piled together by the survivors, and several professionals who took a break were on standby. Their next task was to use their own power to burn the hidden dangers of these disasters into ashes.
This is not an easy task, especially among the corpses that are about to be burned, there are very likely your comrades and relatives. Some professionals can't bear the pressure and cry and scream, but they must grit their teeth and persevere, because this is their mission and responsibility.
There is still a lot of follow-up work to be done.
Those who had managed to survive looked at the piles of corpses and their tears had dried up. They didn't even have the time to properly say goodbye to their loved ones before the corpses before them had already turned into a cup of yellow earth.
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Looking at each report in front of him, Feng Zhiyong felt extremely painful.
"Tell me, has the final death statistics been released?" Feng Zhiyong was busy handling government affairs. At this time, he had to find out how many people died in this battle.
"Well... the approximate data has been compiled by the investigation team. The list we collected records..."
"I just want to know the death toll."
"Death toll?" Han Qiang was exhausted and stunned for a moment. Then he looked complicated and said:
"1,630 dead, 309 missing, and some stampedes in the south, more than 207 killed..."
Feng Zhiyong remained silent. This was not a flood or a mudslide. It was obvious that the so-called missing people were the poor people who were swallowed by the devil.
The shattered bones made it impossible to identify the deceased.
The only consolation was that Feng Zhiyong had made preparations in advance, and only some small-scale chaos occurred, which was stopped in time before it expanded.
besides.
Zhou Xian is dead.
This is what really hurts Feng Zhiyong. Zhou Xian played a big role in the fact that he was able to hold the position of colonel even though Hong Jiuling was eyeing him covetously.
It can be said that Zhou Xian is a loyal minister of the pro-war faction. What's more, this old man is not only extremely powerful, but also very knowledgeable about the ways of the world. He has given Feng Zhiyong many advices in the past.
But now that Zhou Xian is dead, Feng Zhiyong has truly lost an arm, and he is extremely sad.
This is the end of the world. There are dangers everywhere. Even if you were once a legendary master, you cannot resist the arrangement of fate...
The entire street, the entire battlefield, and even the entire prosperous urban area were all devastated, like a hellish ruin.
The road was littered with the remains of demons, broken bones, fine bone powder, smelly rotten meat, black internal organs, crushed meat paste, and withered hell flowers...
The corpses of demons were like garbage, scattered all over the streets, and fresh human corpses and skeletons were also mixed in, forming a sharp contrast...
Seeing their former compatriots and comrades end up like this, the already depressed survivors felt even more helpless. They either remained silent, or sobbed quietly, or cried and laughed loudly, venting their inner depression and sadness in various ways...
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After a disaster, how to appease the people and carry out post-disaster reconstruction are the top priorities.
No matter how sad Feng Zhiyong was, he still needed to step forward to stabilize the situation at this time.
Moreover, almost all the senior conservative leaders have been wiped out, which indicates that the people below have become a group of scattered sand. But the more this happens, the more we need to remain calm.
If a mutiny occurs, the entire Qiaodong area will suffer a devastating disaster.
Throughout history, mutiny has heralded a change of dynasties. Qiaodong has finally eradicated the cancer, and Feng Zhiyong does not want to face a second meaningless battle.
Conciliatory policy.
In any case, stabilize the conservatives first and decide on the rest later.
The coming of the devil brought devastation to Qiaodong and took away countless familiar faces, but it is undeniable that Qiaodong finally persevered.
What's more, some ordinary people in such a desperate environment actually broke through their own limitations, awakened successfully, and became a professional.
This can be considered an unexpected gain, and Qiaodong can use it to recover some of its vitality.
The living become heroes, but the dead should also be remembered. Therefore, Feng Zhiyong talked with his subordinates and set up a hero temple in Qiaodong Street to commemorate those soldiers who sacrificed their lives heroically for Qiaodong!
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Xu Hongzhuang is crying.
There was a corpse in front of her, covered with a white cloth. It was obvious that the person was not an ordinary person, as he was treated like this in such a chaotic environment.
Zhou Xian's body.
The strongest man from the pro-war faction fell in this battle.
Xu Hongzhuang felt a little guilty. She had obviously noticed some problems, but under Chen Feng's threat, she didn't say anything in the end. If... she had been braver just now, this kind old man might not have died.
The self-blame is greater than the sadness.
Xu Hongzhuang and Zhou Xian have too big an age gap to be considered close friends. Their relationship is more like that of colleagues and comrades-in-arms.
But Xu Hongzhuang still cried.
She blamed herself for her silence.
She clearly knew that Chen Feng had some plans of his own for Qiaodong, but she did not stop him in time. Instead, she became an accomplice, pushing Zhou Xian into hell step by step.
She is still too young.
Between kindness and darkness, this girl with her own beliefs always tends to the former.
She may not be afraid of bleeding, hard work, or even death. She regards Qiaodong and the survivors around her as the direction of her efforts.
She indulged Chen Feng and let this kind old man capture Hong Jiuling personally, but in the end, his heart was hollowed out and he died miserably at the hands of the other party.
She was a little lost and didn't know whether everything she insisted on was right.
"Because you are too weak.
Just when Xu Hongzhuang was feeling sad and helpless, a familiar male voice suddenly came from the side.
It’s Chen Feng.
He seemed to have been here for some time, but he only came out now.
Xu Hongzhuang's reaction was not big. She just raised her head, her blank eyes mixed with a hint of anger. It was the man in front of her who created a rift in her beliefs.
"It was you who killed Mr. Zhou." Xu Hongzhuang said in a low voice.
"It was Hong Jiuling who killed him. I have nothing to do with it."
Xu Hongzhuang pursed her lips, somewhat annoyed by Chen Feng's nonchalant attitude. She stopped talking, trying to use silence to protest against his cold-bloodedness.
Chen Feng smiled and said in a sympathetic tone: "In the final analysis, you are too weak. Your so-called justice is extremely fragile in the face of reality."
"You think you can change everything with your power, but you can't save Zhou Xian from danger."
"What can you use to escape my control? I can give you freedom verbally, but you live 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 some struggle in her eyes. It was unknown what she was thinking.
A hint of red light appeared in Chen Feng's eyes, and he said slowly with a hoarse voice: "It is precisely because you are too weak that you feel confused."
"If you were stronger than Hong Jiuling, you would have had a chance to kill him long before you discovered his secret."
"If you are stronger than me, you can stop Zhou Xian from taking risks and save this old man who means so much to Qiaodong."
"But you are nothing. You have no foundation and no strength. You are like a puppet, being swayed by fate at will. All your struggles are in vain."
These words pierced into Xu Hongzhuang's heart like a knife. Her face turned pale. This time, Chen Feng did not torture her physically. Instead, he attacked her mentally, making 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 deep voice: "If I have the power, can I say no?"
Chen Feng's expression was quite amusing, and he said, "Yes."
"Hong Jiuling's power has been destroyed, and the war faction has also suffered a fatal blow. This is your best chance to seize power. If you rely on yourself, it may not work, but you have me."
"I'll help you master Qiaodong!"
“I’m going to tell you a secret. The so-called Hong Jiuling is just an appetizer. The world will become more dangerous in the future, and evil beings are watching the homeland you want to protect.”
"Use your power to say no to this world. If you master Qiaodong, you will become the strongest king in this land."
"Feng Zhiyong is old. Even though he was a hero in the past, he has become indecisive now. It was his tolerance that almost brought Qiaodong to an irreparable point. This city needs a new ruler, a strong ruler, a ruler who dares to say no to all injustice and enemies."
"Please accept my invitation. Only when we are on the same level can our relationship be equal. I look forward to your transformation."
Chen Feng's figure disappeared around the corner, leaving Xu Hongzhuang kneeling there at a loss. After a while, she slowly stood up, and a long knife appeared in her hand. She swung it upwards, and her long hair was cut into two pieces. The black hair slowly fell to the ground, as if foreshadowing something.
Xu Hongzhuang cut off her favorite long hair, as if saying goodbye to her past self.
She betrayed.
But there didn't seem to be any betrayal either.
Xu Hongzhuang regards Feng Zhiyong as her elder and teacher, but their beliefs diverge. She has a demon of revenge in her bones.
Under the involvement of Feng Zhiyong and the conservatives, this vengeful demon was sealed tightly, but with the arrival of Chen Feng, those seals were broken bit by bit.
today.
The demon was finally able to break the seal and regain control of the body.
No one can wield a butcher's knife at will in Qiaodong.
No one, no creature, no existence can show off in front of her.
Her family died in the monster's mouth, Qiaodong was almost destroyed, and countless people lost their lives and loved ones.
This pain cannot continue to happen.
It's time for revenge!
Xu Hongzhuang shed a tear. The one who tells the truth will always be alone. She will use facts to prove that everything she did was right!