The team moved forward a little further, getting closer to the long table under the wall.

The two guards stopped talking.

When passing the black military sedan, the couple in front of Yu Feichen all turned their heads and glanced in that direction.

He also turned his head slightly.

It was a silhouette of a young man, with his back straight and half leaning on the black leather seat, with a beautiful posture.

His left hand was wearing a snow-white glove, and the glove on his right hand was taken off and was being used to clean the barrel of a silver gun.

According to the guards, this "Captain with the Black Badge" just graduated from the "Xiyun Military Academy" this month. However, in Yu Feichen's view, even the firearms instructor at the military academy may not be able to practice such an elegant and comfortable way of wiping a gun.

Moreover, only guns that are often fired need to be disassembled and cleaned.

After pressing the disassembled things back, the pistol remained on his lap. The young captain put his right hand on the half-open car window. This action looked arrogant and arrogant, as if he was the commander of this place - that

The snow-white muslin gloves slipped from his fingers, swirled a few times in the wind, and landed on the frosty gray-brown ground.

One of the two guards cursed - Yu Feichen noticed that the guard's white gloves were stained.

The whine of the cold wind suddenly became louder. A few snowflakes fell from the sky and rolled into the half-open car window. The captain with long platinum hair lowered his head slightly, covered his lips and nose with a handkerchief, and coughed several times.

After making a sound, he finally turned his head in their direction. He had a pair of light ice green eyes.

His gaze swept across the group of people, and Yu Feichen was sure that their eyes met briefly at some point, but at that time his face was expressionless, and so was the noble and arrogant captain.

The next moment, the captain pressed the lever on the side of the window, and the dark brown window glass rose, and nothing could be seen.

The light snow only lasted for about fifteen minutes, and the sky was as gray as the worn base of a porcelain tea cup.

It's the couple's turn.

The officer's epaulette in the center of the long table had the rank of senior colonel. He raised his chin towards the wife. Embarassing women seemed to be one of the things the black badge army was interested in, because men could leave a pair of trousers on, but women had to take them off.

She had to be half-naked - there was a tall mirror not far from the long table, which not only illuminated the undresser, but also allowed the undresser to clearly see everyone behind, turning this inner humiliation into

Magnified thousands of times.

Her husband kept whispering: "Don't be afraid, Lyanna, it's okay."

She sobbed and took off her outer clothes, then untied her underwear.

"Are you pregnant?" said a doctor in a white coat.

In fact, her belly was not obvious. If Yu Feichen hadn't witnessed how she protected her belly all the way, the slight bulge could be interpreted as gaining weight.

She looked at her husband in panic, and then at the two groups on the left.

One team consists of women, old people and children, and the other team consists of pregnant women who are about to give birth, cripples, albinos and a new dwarf with an ugly face.

The doctor had a kind round face and a thick velvet blanket in his right hand. He smiled at her and said, "Dr. Sibe and I will take care of you and the baby in your belly."

The husband patted her and motioned for her to go over there.

It is true that this doctor's kindness is touching, but no one has ever heard of a shelter like this in the world, which takes care of pregnant women and at the same time makes every woman stand naked in the cold wind for a long time.

No one knows which is safer to choose.

Her eyes wandered between the two groups, but finally she bit her lip and said, "I'm not pregnant, sir."

The doctor smiled apologetically and waved his hand: "I'm sorry about that."

She walked among women, children and the elderly, and the guard handed her a velvet robe that looked like a sack.

The officer looked at her husband.

"name?"

"Grod Hilding," he said.

"What did you do before you came?"

"I'm a middle school teacher," he paused, then added, "I teach chemistry."

The officer said: "Not bad."

The clerk wrote down the name, and he was assigned to the adult men's team, which was obviously prepared for labor.

After Glod left, Yu Feichen stepped forward. After stating his name and occupation, he saw himself clearly in the mirror. He was in his mid-twenties, wearing a black shirt, vest and gray-blue plaid coat, with dark golden chestnut hair.

Long in front and short in back, combed back and fixed with hairspray, eyes are dark ink blue.

As for the facial features, he felt that they were somewhat similar to his appearance in Paradise, but given his ability to recognize faces, this similarity was not necessarily credible.

After taking off his coat, he began to unbutton his shirt while a guard searched his trouser pockets and the soles of his boots.

Yu Feichen lowered his head slightly, stretched out his right hand, and handed the shirt to another guard. The guard also reached out and handed him the inferior gray clothes he had prepared.

At this moment - he gently shook his left wrist.

The guard looked up and saw that the platinum watch reflected silver light.

In this brief second—

The silver-plated lighter and a sharp folding knife that had been transferred to his shirt pocket when he was on the train were hooked in his hand and quickly disappeared under the cover of gray clothes.

After handing over the clothes, the guard roughly turned to the left and took off his watch.

At the same time, the knife and lighter slipped into the side pockets of the trousers without anyone seeing them.

After completely removing his shirt, the young man in the mirror has strong limbs, strong muscles and clean lines.

"Good boy." The officer looked coldly and sneered, his voice hoarse, "The kiln needs a good boy like you more urgently than the brick kiln - find something to do for that tuberculosis bitch looking for trouble - but Korosa

You bastards and litigants should go to the brick kilns."

His adjutant and other soldiers laughed together.

Yu Feichen looked at him coldly. In fact, dirty jokes were a common pastime in some armies, but the colonel’s protruding eyeballs, red bloodshot eyes, slightly twitching orbicularis oculi muscles, and confused and low-pitched tone were all unmistakable.

It implies that he has become mentally abnormal.

Changing to the last zombie world - this can be said to be the beginning of alienation. However, based on the various situations he saw along the way, Yu Feichen felt that this was still a normal world.

After the officer's gibbering curses ended, Yu Feichen naturally joined the team of workers.

The next one is Bai Song. This big boy who has served in the military is only a little shorter than him, with full muscles and a well-proportioned frame.

So he got the phrase "Cinder-eating Corosha bastard".

Then several people got the titles of "frog-eating Colosa bastards", "cinder-eating Colosa frogs" and "mongrel-eating Colosa cinders".

When dusk fell and their team was assembled, another team of guards came, and the black car had disappeared without a trace.

Women and children were taken away from the other side of the wall, while pregnant women and albinos disappeared in a car on the same side. The laborers were divided into four teams, one team went to the Oak Mountain to the south to collect acorns, and the other team went to the Oak Mountain to the south to collect acorns.

The northern hillside was logging, the third team built barracks, and the fourth team was assigned to the brick kiln.

However, night has come, and the shelter did not let them work overnight. This is what they have to do tomorrow.

The guards used three trucks to pull them to their residence. You could not see anything in the truck, you could only feel that it had driven a short distance. After getting off the truck, the people in the truck were taken into a long concrete building with two sides on each side.

Twenty small cubicles were built as the barracks. The barracks were small and damp, with more than a dozen straw mats placed, and each straw mat was covered with a mattress.

"Stay there, bastard."

The place Yu Feichen was assigned was the one in the deepest corner, opposite the bathroom. He was with Bai Song, the chemistry teacher, the "frog-eating Corossa bastard", and three other unknown men.

There are seven people in total.

——He chose the side near the door, where he could easily see the outside. Bai Song was next to him.

The guards came all the way, kicked the open iron door of the barracks back to its original position, and locked it.

"I hope when I wake up tomorrow morning, the Korosa frogs will still be here." The manager of the barracks is a fat man with a thick body. He is carrying a basket of bread and throwing them in through the iron cage door one by one.

The extremely hard black croissant made a sound like falling stones when it hit the ground.

"There are always bastards trying to escape, and every time one escapes, ten are executed here."

The sound got closer and closer, and when a croissant hit Bai Song's head with a "bang", the manager's face pressed tightly against the iron fence, and he came face to face with Yu Feichen.

The facial features of this face were obscured by shadows, and the shadow cast by the light stretched vertically and was projected on the wall of the barracks.

"The door is locked well, but two people in your room have disappeared without a trace." The manager said in a gloomy and thin voice, "Guess where the others are?"

It is not difficult to guess that they were all executed. Among the forty barracks, there were aborigines in other barracks, but theirs was the only one that was empty.

Bai Song shrank next to Yu Feichen, which obviously met the manager's expectations. He laughed "ho ho" and turned off the light cord on the wall.

It was pitch black. Only a small fist-sized window on the wall near the ceiling showed some light.

After the sound of the manager's leather boots faded away, there was another dull sound of locking, and the door of the cement room was also closed.

There was a regular dripping sound from the washroom opposite, and there were some vague voices coming from other barracks, but it was hard to hear them clearly. Their barracks were always silent - except for the sound of Bai Song gnawing croissants, which sounded like...

Chew on real cinders.

"Why don't you talk?" Bai Song asked after a long time.

Yu Feichen didn't answer, he was thinking about his mission goal.

A shelter that held many civilians during war times would have three missions: rescue, destroy, and obtain intelligence. If there is no clear goal, try all three.
To be continued...