Steel Steam and Flame

When 　　 Kara woke up, the black ink sky returned to its daily grayish white in the past few days. The surrounding light was very dark, and the breeze stopped at this time. Rubbing her eyes, she wanted to take a few deep breaths, but suddenly realized that the air in the morning was not so fresh, so she dispelled the idea.

　　 "Have I slept for a long time?" Carla glanced at Cassia who was sitting next to him quietly looking at the end of the skyline, and followed his gaze. There was nothing but rolling clouds. But in her field of vision, Cassia was fascinated, and her eyes were full of reflections of the scenery.

　　 "No, it's just a while." Cassia retracted his gaze and took a look at the time. "It's just a little past six o'clock, don't you see that the sun hasn't come out yet."

　　 Kara said "um" and nodded in agreement. She picked up a sip of grape juice beside her and began to drink slowly.

　　 "Go and rest. There is still action at night. The downside is not a place to take a good rest." Kara stood up, the curves of her body stretched out in the cool air in the morning.

　　 Kassia nodded silently, and gave Carla the half of the grape juice bottle left, and then returned to her small room to rest in the faint sound of "Gazi Gazi" on the wooden floor.

"Thank you."

　　 "It's too early to say these three words, save them for later." Cassia walked over and replied with a smile on his face. During the next three hours in the evening, he didn't spend much time idle. In that short time, at the speed of his thoughts, he could travel many, many distances.

　　 Back to the room, Cassia fell on the bed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep. He didn't wake up at noon, and Kara and the others didn't mean to wake him up, each preparing for their own things, or rest, or maintenance and familiarity with new weapons and equipment.

　　 Around 5 pm, the amount of light began to slowly decrease. At about six o'clock, there was no excessive dusk, and the night came suddenly much earlier. In the dilapidated house not far from the roadside of the wasteland, the light that should have been lit no longer came on.

　　 Entering the underground waterway network again, Cassia adapts quickly. Four lights are lit in the dark and narrow waterway. Approaching the entrance of Fros, there are gradually more people. Everyone looks in a hurry, but for the time being, everything is fine.

　　 The walls on both sides of the waterway here are densely packed with bullet holes, and the firefight was fierce. White bones and brass-colored bullet casings were simply piled on both sides of the underground waterway, and many mice had nested inside. Because of their existence, underground waterways can maintain their clean appearance as always. They are the number one hero in cleaning the battlefield.

　　 The entrance is brightly lit, the passageway has been enlarged several times, and there are many more simple lifting devices for rope ladders and lifting equipment. There are not a few people here now, most of the people who go down are well prepared, enough to cope with more than ten days.

　　 Going down for the first time, the darkness inside is like life, which makes Cassia uncomfortable. It seems to be the tide of the sea, regular but difficult to capture.

　　 At the end of the rope ladder, there is no lack of light as it should. On the small open space that was originally the Frost firepower fortress, there are all guards of each side. The reserve personnel of their various forces can be regarded as the management of logistics.

　　 Their shadows are bathed in the white light of the high-pressure mercury lamp, and they look at the people who are occasionally slowly coming down the rope ladder with cold eyes. They had been accustomed to them and did not say anything to Cassia and the others. Every day, people who have heard the news come down to the mines to look for "urban legends", but in the underground mines, there are always more people coming in and fewer people going back. Chasing power and money is not a game that you can get away anytime you want.

When all the equipment and supplies were transported down, each one of Cassia and them carried a big bag, and then took the necessary lighting fixtures. Within a few steps, they were in the sight of those people, like incense smoke. Melted into the air, their figures disappeared into the dark sea like the tide.

　　 Klitsch leads the way, and every fixed distance, there are marks left by Gustin. This is the mark a few days ago, and Gustin does not know where he is now.

　　 They speeded up their journey, and it took three days to get to the place where they first turned back. There is a big battlefield there. There are countless blood-stained bullet shells lying on the ground, as well as corpses that have not had time to be eaten by the rats. The first large team was ambushed here by a group of arms smuggling merchants united by the people from the Sunorte School. Most of the staff were killed and injured. The combined team was immediately disbanded here.

　　 "Come on for three days, let's take a break." Klitsch's expression was a little emotional, they walked past the battle area and rested in a hidden place in front.

　　 A few people put down their heavy equipment, and the light was only a small light. Its light can be completely weakened by darkness a few meters away. Ordinary people's eyesight certainly cannot catch this subtle light. Even the surgeon, after opening the cross pupil, can only see it at a fairly close distance. And at that distance, they could already find each other.

　　 Cassia leaned on her backpack to stretch her tired muscles, and looked at the mechanical watch with a faint light, which indicated that it was only three o'clock in the afternoon. But in addition to black, it is still black, the only other thing that exists, UU reading www. Uukanshu.com is the self-circulating wind in the mine.

　　 Everyone is resting with their eyes closed, and the whole body's perception is released around the body. This is really not a good place for sleeping, because the black is too rich, as if every breath can **** the darkness on the side of the body into one's lungs, it feels weird.

　　 After half an hour, they picked up their equipment again, followed the mark left by Gustin, and moved on. There is a faint feeling in their hearts, that is, Gustin has discovered the traces of Nolida, otherwise, what is so important that he can not go back and move on without supplies? In Cassia's impression, Gustin was not a reckless person.

　　 Two days later, when the gunfire wafting in the darkness and the explosion of flames completely disappeared, Kara and Klitsch finally relieved. Rhythmic lights lit up in the darkness not far ahead, which was a basic cipher that I had learned in the military school.

"The other side is safe, the enemy is all gone." Klitsch read the flashing light, and his mood was slightly relaxed. When he was about to stand up, he found that he was in the silent darkness, not far from him. , There was another person's steady and heavy heartbeat. He was startled in a cold sweat, his muscles became stiff at this moment, and his body was completely petrified at this moment. He didn't dare to move a little bit, because he felt that he was being pointed at his head with a gun. That feeling was magnified countless times in the darkness!

　　 "Klitsch, you have to do more exercise. Slowly relax your muscles, level your body, and restore the posture you just used to crawl." It seems to have heard a familiar voice!

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