Game Day 29 Night
The sky was dark, the weather was sultry, and even the evening breeze was hot.
The hot wind carried the smell of a rotting corpse and drifted into Pang Tong.
At night, there were occasional violent coughs from several households. In one of the most imposing buildings, an old man with age spots all over his face was lying on his bed, coughing violently.
"Thank you, Mr."
Next to him stood a middle-aged man, holding a sand basin mixed with blood and sputum and looking at him respectfully.
"How is the epidemic under control?"
The old man looked at the middle-aged man with cloudy eyes.
"There are many people who have fled here. We will definitely deal with these problems as quickly as possible."
"Um."
The old man nodded, followed by another violent coughing fit. "I am almost dying. Let others start preparing for my afterlife."
When he was about to die, he no longer had any control over other external things. Lying in bed all day, his mind was occupied by how to have a grand funeral in the future. "When the time comes, according to custom, 18 boys and girls will be buried with me."
People outside had already started eating human flesh as they could no longer survive, and there was an epidemic spreading inside Pangtong. However, Mr. Xie was thinking about what to do after his death.
A seemingly brilliant exterior must be rotten within.
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At this time, Pang Tong
These well-fed and well-drinking people approached Pang Tong silently with weapons in hand.
The first to be awakened were the refugees who were queuing outside and sleeping on the sand. They were startled at first, and then their expressions varied.
Some people stared at them blankly, too lazy to move; some people realized that something was wrong and wanted to sneak into Pangtong to inform the people inside.
Then, hearing someone shouting and throwing food behind them, most of the refugees stopped what they were doing and excitedly stretched out their hands to pick up pieces of roasted cassava roots from the sand.
With the blessing of food, Lao Li and his people can be said to have a hundred responses. Even so, they still want to be running dogs for Pang Tong. The refugees will kill them all when they leave the crowd.
After they gathered everyone outside, the Pang Tong people who noticed the abnormality finally arrived.
They appeared pushing chariots, holding sophisticated weapons in their hands, and fought the refugees in a well-trained manner.
"Push the chariot up!"
"Archers, ready, release!"
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Pang Tong had a special leader in command and had better weapons. Before the refugees could rush forward, they were repelled by a terrifying rain of arrows.
Most of the refugees who were tricked by the cassava roots and rushed forward just now fled in all directions. They were the people with the least stance and ideas.
But the team formed among the refugees was different.
They took out the wooden boards that they had prepared long ago, which were taken from the original tent, used the wooden boards as shields and the iron bark as spears, and once again organized themselves and rushed forward.
The people at the front are the death squad.
They had no fear and no retreat. If the person in the front died, the people at the back would pick up the planks themselves and move forward, forward, and forward again.
It's like a huge machine moving at a relatively slow but absolutely directional speed.
"Kill! Don't let them rush in!"
Pang Tong's commander shouted, he was frightened by the scene. Although their weapons were sharp and their soldiers were very capable, compared to the desperate opponents, they were halfway behind in terms of momentum.
(End of this chapter)