Chapter 1186 The City Where the Sun Never Sets
Night of the 29th Day of the Game
The sky was dark and the weather was hot and humid, even the evening breeze was hot.
The hot wind carried the smell of a rotting corpse and drifted into Pangtong.
At night, the occasional violent coughing could be heard from a few households. In one of the most imposing buildings, an elderly man covered in age spots lay in bed coughing violently.
"Thank you, Mr."
Next to him stood a middle-aged man, holding a basin of sand 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 fleeing here, and we will definitely deal with these problems as quickly as possible."
"Um."
The old man nodded, followed by another violent coughing fit. "I'm almost gone. Let others start preparing for my afterlife."
As he neared death, he lost all control over external things. Lying in his hospital bed, his mind was preoccupied with the prospect of a grand funeral. "When the time comes, follow the customary burial ritual of 18 boys and girls to accompany me."
People outside had long since been unable to survive and had started eating human flesh. In Pangtong, there was an epidemic spreading. However, Mr. Xie was thinking about what to do after his death.
A seemingly glorious exterior must be rotten inside.
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At this time Pang Tongwai
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 lined up outside, sleeping on the sand. They were startled at first, then had different expressions on their faces.
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 behind them about throwing food, 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 and gravel.
"If you want more food, fight us in!"
With the blessing of food, Lao Li and his people could be said to have responded to a hundred calls. Even so, they still wanted to be Pang Tong's lackeys. The refugees would kill them all when they separated from the crowd.
After they gathered everyone outside, the Pang Tong people, who had noticed something unusual, finally arrived.
They appeared pushing chariots, holding sophisticated weapons in their hands, and faced the refugees in a well-trained manner.
"Push the chariot up!"
"Archers, prepare, release!"
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Pang Tong had a special leader to command him 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 planks they had prepared long ago, which they had removed from the original tent. Using the planks as shields and the iron bark as spears, they once again organized themselves and charged forward.
The people at the front are the death squad.
They had no fear, 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, frightened by the scene. Although their weapons were sharp and their soldiers were highly capable, compared to the enemy's desperate efforts, they were already halfway outmatched in terms of momentum alone.
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