Data Wasteland

Half-dreaming and half-waking, it seemed as if someone was singing softly in the ear, the song was sad and deep, reminding people of hometown and relatives.

Chen Xing looked at the darkness ahead, his eyes seemed to have traveled through endless time and came to a dilapidated building.

It was a factory dormitory built in the 1970s and 1980s, and the yellow skin on the outside has been rolled and peeled off. The light bulb in the stairwell emits dim light, illuminating the rusty iron gate.

There is a big red circle printed on the wall with an Arabic numeral "5" in the middle.

Pushing the door open, a scent of cooking comes oncoming. The figure wearing an apron was busy in the kitchen under the shade of half a curtain.

Walking inward, there was a hazy shadow sitting on the wooden sofa. The newspaper covered the upper body, and only the deep wrinkles on the back of the hand were clearly visible.

A gust of wind blows, the curtains sway, the calendar on the wall flips up and down, the paper slips away and is flying around.

In the end, there is only one left, and when I look at it, the date is August 30, 2017.

Chen Xing thought hard about what kind of day it was, and what special meaning it had for him.

But no matter how hard he thought about it, he didn't think of anything.

"Kang Dang!"

My feet swayed suddenly, and then the surrounding scenery began to spin, getting faster and faster, turning into strips of elongated color blocks, and then crumbled and shattered.

Two clusters of faint green light appeared in the darkness, and with the help of the weak light, it could be seen that the iron fence door had been opened.

The carrion corpses were lining up, walking out one by one.

Arrived?

Chen Xing looked up, and the faint blue light penetrated through the cracks in the deck.

It seems to be the destination.

Chen Xing got up slowly, followed the carrion, walked out of the cell, walked through the long passage and wooden stairs, and walked out of the cabin.

Only at the first glance, he was shocked by the sight before him.

The Bone Mountain Range that I saw on the Devil's Plane before was nothing compared to here.

A huge star suspended in front, and the cracks all over the surface exuded a blue light.

It was not a star in the ordinary sense, but a cluster of countless sunken ships. The ship was swaying, or turning over, or thrusting upside down, or breaking into two pieces.

The faint blue light radiated from the depths of the stars through the gaps between the ships.

Chen Xing realized that this was the shipwreck cemetery that Shade Sinclair said.

The rope ladder along the ship has been lowered. One skeleton held a faint blue light in his hand and gestured toward the carrion. The other bone grabbed a pickaxe from the toolbox beside it, stuffed it into the carrion's arms, and kicked it down.

The bones seemed to tell the carrion what they were looking for.

As he passed by Skeleton, Chen Xing's pocket watch flashed, Skeleton stood motionless as if he hadn't seen him.

Chen Xing climbed down the rope ladder and landed on the deck of a sunken ship.

It was too weird here, he did not act in a hurry, but watched the carrion falling from the boat.

Some of them fell on the deck, leaning on all sides, and some directly smashed through the plank and fell into the sunken ship.

After a while, the carrion got up awkwardly, fumbled for the pickaxe beside him, and digging around on the boat, as if digging for something.

Chen Xing watched quietly, and after a long time, there was a vague roar from inside the hull.

"puff!"

A handful

The manuscript went through the deck, and a carrion crawled out, holding a cloud of blue light in his hand, and roared at the ghost ship.

A skeleton fell from the sky, grabbed the light ball from the carrion, then climbed the rope ladder and sent the light ball back.

"Lah la la, cluck la la..."

A few seconds after the skeleton left, crackling sounds came from the ship. Chen Xing quickly jumped onto another sunken ship.

"Boom!"

The shipwreck from which the light cluster was taken away seemed to have lost its last support, shattered suddenly, turned into countless stardust, and flew into the interior of the star.

Heart of the ship?

Chen Xing remembered the legend he had read in books.

In the long voyage, the crew and the ship are interdependent and gradually merged into one. Even if the ship sank, the spirit of the crew still stubbornly maintained the hull, immortal for thousands of years.

This is the legendary heart of the ship, the "ship spirit" formed by the spirit bodies of all crew members.

From this guess, the purpose of the ghost ship to transport these carrion corpses is to dig the heart of the ship for them.

After roughly clarifying the matter, Chen Xing began to look for ships.

The ship that belongs to him may be one of these thousands of sunken ships. Lying there quietly, after endless years, waiting for the one who awakened Him to appear.

At night, on the border of the Silverclaw Principality, Wildcat Town.

After a whole day of artillery baptism, the group army of Silver Claw finally stopped.

Several expeditionary soldiers drained the dust and snow from their bodies, lit their kerosene lamps, and sat down in the corner of the half-stone wall.

Although a wall made of stones does not have much defensive capacity, and even collapsed stones can cause casualties, it at least makes people feel at ease.

This is the defense zone of the fourth squadron of the 7th squadron of the First Army Brigade of the 22nd Left Army.

Usually a brigade has two brigades, two brigades have twenty-four squadrons, and twenty-four squadrons have 288 squadrons. Each squadron has twelve people, together with commanders, military police, and logistics personnel, about four Thousands and five hundred people.

There are four infantry brigades stationed here, they are just one of more than a thousand teams.

The soldiers silently tore open the bags of military rations, took out the self-heating lunch boxes, and heated them for food.

Today is the harvest festival, and a special extra meal is the "turkey set meal" of Longhe Industry.

No one spoke, and the artillery coverage for a whole day was too tragic. Some of them lost their companions, and some lost their legs or arms.

A young soldier ate and cried. On the childish face, tears washed away from the dust, forming two tear marks.

"How well, I started to cry." A slightly older soldier put down the lunch box and patted the opponent on the shoulder.

"I miss home..." the young soldier cried.

The left army under the command of Viscount Ramon is mainly composed of family troops and local recruits in the monitor lizard city.

Not long after joining the army, they will be on the battlefield, and many recruits are still not used to it.

"Shut your mouth, recruit!" a combat soldier in protective armor yelled rudely, "If you don't want to be discovered by the military police, drag it out and kill you!"

Speaking of the military police, the young soldier showed horror, covered his mouth, and tried his best to control his crying.

If the military police found someone crying, they would be shot to death on the grounds of "shaking the military's mind."

He was still stuffed with rations in his mouth, it might be choking, spewed out, and then coughed violently.

"It's really unlucky to meet such a bummer

! "The combat soldier got up and walked aside cursingly, eating on his own.

Several other soldiers also got up and left, so as not to be misunderstood by the patrolling military police.

People with weak character are generally discriminated against in the red country, and even the wandering warriors are unwilling to accept them.

"Don't be nervous, it's okay." The older soldier patted the young soldier's back, comforting.

The young soldier coughed for a while, and finally returned to normal.

"Why did you come to join the army?" The older soldiers knew that the most important thing at this time was to divert their attention and not to think about life and death.

"I want to save a down payment and ask my wife." The young soldier said.

Just like many young people in Monitor City, they are under pressure to buy a house, buy a car, marry a wife and have children. Joining the army in war is the fastest way to make money. Of course, there is another ending, that is, there is no need to work at all...

"Don't want to be a nobleman?" the older soldier asked.

In the Red Kingdom, joining the army to fight is the fastest way to obtain the title of nobility. As long as you accumulate enough combat exploits, you can become a nobleman. From then on, I am superior, enjoying various government allowances and privileges, occasionally attending a dance party, chatting with dignitaries, bragging with businessmen, and flirting with ladies and ladies. What a happy life!

"Think..." "Just do it if you want, why are you crying?" "Hey."

Encouraged by the older soldier, the young soldier finally broke into a smile.

"Okay, I went to bed after eating. I don't know what's going on tomorrow." "Yeah."

After a while, the two of them finished eating, dug a small hole on the spot to bury the lunch box, then wrapped their military coats tightly and curled up in the corner to rest.

It is the end of December, in the mid-winter season, the night temperature on the Guiku Plain reaches minus 45 degrees. Ordinary soldiers must be injected with adrenaline, otherwise they will freeze to death.

Several fighters in the distance drank high spirits, and they could smell the strong smell of alcohol several tens of meters away. They seemed to chat very happily, with laughter from time to time.

In the red country, strong fighters are generally more popular than other arms, and they have also developed their unscrupulous character.

As the night got darker, the voices of the fighters became smaller and smaller, and finally lay on the ground crookedly, making heavy snoring noises.

The soldier in the corner yawned, wrapped in an army coat, his eyelids heavier and heavier, and slowly fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, an ethereal music sounded, and the soldiers twitched and opened their eyes suddenly.

The unfocused pupils emit a faint red light, like an unconscious walking dead.

In the snow, a small trace suddenly appeared, winding and twisting, extending towards the camp ahead.

In a blink of an eye, a small white snake appeared in the camp, spitting a scarlet snake message, and swam quietly to the sleeping officer.

Not long after, the sleeping officer suddenly tilted his head and lost his voice. Observing carefully, there were two tiny blood holes in his neck, and black blood was leaking out.

His face darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the distorted expression still stayed on his face.

"It's not good, Commander-in-chief, our soldiers are mutinous!"

"What!" Viscount Ramon, who was resting, quickly put on his coat and went outside to check.

A weird sound of music came into the ears, like a magic sound, and Viscount Ramon knew the problem immediately.

"It's not mutiny, it's mental interference!"

"Turn on the loudspeaker to make a high-decibel noise!"