Steel steam and flame

When Kara woke up, the black and inky sky returned to the gray-white color that had become her daily routine these days. The surrounding light was very dim, and the breeze stopped at this time. Rubbing her eyes, she wanted to take a few deep breaths, but suddenly found that the morning air was not very fresh, so she gave up the idea.

"Have I slept for a long time?" Kara glanced at Cassia, who was sitting next to her and looking quietly at the end of the skyline, and followed his gaze. There was nothing there except rolling clouds. But in her field of vision, Cassia was fascinated, and her eyes were filled with the reflection of that scenery.

"No, it's only for a while." Cassia retracted her gaze and glanced at the time, "It's only a little after six o'clock. Look, the sun hasn't come out yet."

Kara said "Yeah" and nodded in agreement. She picked up an untouched mouthful of grape juice next to her and began to drink it slowly.

"Go and rest. There are still activities at night. Down here is not a place to have a good rest." Kara stood up, and the curves of her body stretched out in the cool morning air.

Cassia nodded wordlessly, gave Kara the half-empty grape juice bottle, and then returned to her small room to rest amidst the subtle sound of "squeaking" on the wooden floor.

"Thank you."

"It's too early to say these three words now, let's save it for later." Cassia walked over with a smile on her face and replied. He was not idle for the next three hours at night. In that short period of time, he could travel many, many miles according to the speed of his thoughts.

Back in the room, Cassia fell on the bed and closed her eyes, then fell into a deep sleep. He didn't wake up at noon, and Kara and the others didn't mean to wake him up. They were each preparing for their own things, either resting, or maintaining and getting familiar with the new weapons and equipment.

Around 5 p.m., the amount of light begins to slowly decrease. Around six o'clock, without the transition of dusk, night suddenly came much earlier. In the dilapidated house not far from the roadside in the deserted grassland, the lights that were supposed to be lit were no longer lit.

Entering the underground waterway network again, Cassia adapted quickly. Four lights lit up in the dark and narrow waterway. Near the entrance of Flos, there were gradually more people. Everyone looked in a hurry, but they were all in peace for the time being.

The walls on both sides of the waterway here are full of bullet holes, and the firefight was fierce at that time. White bones and brass-colored bullet casings were simply piled on both sides of the underground waterway, and many rats made their nests inside. Because of their existence, underground waterways can maintain a clean appearance as always. They are the primary contributors to cleaning up the battlefield.

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

The first time he went down, the darkness inside, which seemed to be breathing, made Cassia uncomfortable. It was like the tide of the sea, regular but difficult to catch.

There is no lack of light at the end of the rope ladder. In the small open space that was originally the Fortress of Flos, there are people from all parties on guard. The reserve personnel of each force are used to manage logistics.

Their shadows are bathed in the white light of high-pressure mercury lamps, and their eyes are cold as they look at the people who occasionally still come down slowly from the rope ladder. They were used to it and did not show any sign to Cassia and his group. Every day, people who heard the news come down to the mine tunnels to look for "urban legends", but there are always more people coming in and fewer people going back in the underground mine tunnels. Chasing power and money is not a game that you can get out of whenever you want.

After all the equipment and supplies were transported, Cassia and the others each carried a large bag, and then took the necessary lighting fixtures. Within a few steps, they were in the sight of those who were watching, like incense smoke. Melted into the air, their figures disappeared into the dark sea like the tide.

Kritchens led the way, and at regular intervals there were marks left by Gustin. This was the mark a few days ago, and Gustin still doesn't know where he is now.

They speeded up their journey, and it took them three days to reach the place where they turned back for the first time, which was a quite large battlefield. There were countless blood-stained bullet casings lying on the ground, as well as corpses that had not had time to be eaten by the rats. It was here that the first large team was ambushed by several teams of arms smugglers united by people from Sunault School, killing and injuring most of the team. The joint team was immediately disbanded here.

"We've been on the road for three days, let's take a rest." Kristens said with emotion on his face. They walked through the fighting area and rested in a hidden place ahead.

Several people put down their heavy equipment, and there was only a small, slightly bright light left. Its light is completely attenuated by darkness just a few meters away. Ordinary people's eyesight will definitely not be able to capture this subtle light. Even the surgeon will have to be very close to see it after turning on the cross pupil. And within that distance, they can already find each other.

Cassia leaned on her backpack to stretch her tired muscles and looked at the mechanical watch in the dim light. It showed that it was only three o'clock in the afternoon. But the surroundings are black, and the only other thing that exists is the wind that circulates in the mine tunnel.

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 to sleep, because the black is too rich, as if every breath you take is sucking the darkness around your body into your lungs, a weird feeling.

Half an hour later, they picked up their equipment again, followed the marks left by Gustin, and continued moving forward. They had a vague feeling in their hearts that Gustin had discovered the traces of Nolida. Otherwise, what could be so important that he would still refuse to turn back and continue moving forward without supplies? In Cassia's impression, Gustin is not a reckless person.

Two days later, when the gunshots and explosion flames floating in the darkness completely disappeared, Kara and Klitchens finally breathed a sigh of relief. Rhythmic lights lit up in the darkness not far ahead, which were the basic code words learned in the military school.

"The other side is safe, the enemy has been wiped out." Krichens read the meaning of the flashing lights, and felt slightly relaxed. When he was about to stand up, he discovered that in the silent darkness, not far from him , there was another person's steady and heavy heartbeat sound. He broke out 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 even a little bit, because he felt that someone was pointing a gun at his head. That feeling was magnified countless times in the darkness!

"Kritchens, you need to exercise more. Slowly relax your muscles, lay your body flat, and resume the prostrate posture just now." It seems like a familiar voice that you have heard before!