Nomenclature of Night

  Chapter 687 Stick to it! Never back down!

  Return countdown 120:01:39.

  In a bank in the fourth district, more than forty time travelers are hiding with more than twenty refugees, and all of them are accompanied by bones in the bank.

  The forty-two time travelers belonged to the same team. They hid in this bank ahead of time because they encountered a rat tide march. Later, they opened the door out of kindness and accepted more than 20 refugees.

  Among the forty-two people, 3 are cliff challengers. They have just completed the fifth challenge, and each of them ate 5 longevity fruits.

  The mind is also firmer than others.

  Beside Ye Han, who was also a challenger, put his arms around a shivering eight-year-old boy and comforted him: "Don't be afraid, brother, go to sleep first, seniors and sisters are here to protect you."

   A piece of flesh was bitten off by a mouse on the little boy's calf. Ye Han had no choice but to simply bandage him.

  In the lobby of the bank, the refugees were trembling with despair written all over their faces.

They comforted each other, and the challenger 'Zhang Hubao' who once supported Hu Jingyi in front of the cliff said in a low voice: "Everyone, don't worry too much, the refuges given by the boss are just for us to temporarily avoid the limelight. , There are too many rat swarms outside now, he will come to pick us up when it calms down a bit."

Now, the Cliff Challengers don’t care about success or failure. Anyway, as long as they join the Agricultural College, they will call Qingchen the boss now, as if they want to make this name an established fact. The kind that tightens the thighs and doesn't let go.

   Chen Zhuoyu taught them this matter.

   "Will the little dean really come?" Timewalker asked worriedly. They were not challengers, so they habitually called the little dean.

"Should be," Zhang Hubao nodded and said, "He made such a detailed plan and set up such a detailed refuge point for us, which is in itself convenient for him to meet us. Don't worry, don't be affected by the despair of the refugees, We have to keep our strength."

  To be honest, Zhang Hubao didn't know what to do, and he didn't know whether the boss would come to rescue them in such a dangerous environment.

  According to human nature, even if no one comes to rescue, it is understandable, who would put himself in danger again and again, and Zhang Hubao knew that if he really wanted to save, Qingchen would have too many teams to save.

  However, he knew that as the captain, he had to remain calm, even if it was only on the surface.

  At this time, there was a rumbling sound outside the bank. Someone looked through the shutters and saw a dense rat swarm rushing past.

  Just because this bank has been robbed long ago, Rat Tide didn't search here again.

  But the next moment, someone screamed subconsciously in the opposite building.

  The tide of rats outside suddenly stopped, swarming and rolling towards the source of the screams.

"It's broken," Zhang Hubao said in a low voice, "there is also a place that was invaded by the rat tide. If they find someone hiding in the place they have invaded, will they search the whole city again? I hope they don't have the energy to come here. Do this."

   After a long time, the screaming from the opposite building stopped.

  Everyone sat quietly in the bank, silently waiting for Qingchen's rescue, not daring to speak.

  One hour, two hours...eight hours, twelve hours.

  Zhang Hubao and the others never waited for rescue.

  Until all expectations began to slowly turn into disappointment, even despair.

   Later, when someone asked Zhang Hubao whether the little principal would come to save everyone, Zhang Hubao just said blankly... probably.

  Because he doesn't know either.

   "Why don't we rush out by ourselves, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope," said the challenger Ye Han.

  Zhang Hubao's eyes refocused: "No, too much time has passed. According to the time estimated by the boss, the rat wave is about to enter the third stage. No one can survive dozens of kilometers."

   "Yeah, no one can walk through dozens of kilometers alive, so no one will come to rescue us."

   But at this moment, there was a clear knock on the door outside, dong dong.

   Then a weary voice said, "Open the door."

   Zhang Hubao's eyes lit up, and all the timewalkers stood up!

   That was the voice of the little dean!

   During the seven days of their return, the voice of the little dean has been lingering in their ears, explaining the plans and precautions over and over again, this voice is so familiar!

  They were going to open the gate of the bank, but they were stopped by refugees: "Don't open the door, what if the people outside attract the rat tide?"

  Zhang Hubao said calmly: "When we opened the gate to let you in, we didn't consider this matter. Get out of the way, we are leaving, and whether you are willing to follow is your own business."

   After speaking, he pushed the refugees away and pulled up the bank gate.

  Under the moonlight, Qing Chen stood outside the door with a tired face: "Sorry, I'm late."

  Zhang Hubao had a sore nose: "Don't say that, it's not too late, everyone is still alive."

   "Let's go," Qing Chen said with a smile, "I'll send you guys to join the others."

  Zhang Hubao carried the injured 8-year-old boy on his back, and nodded vigorously.

  The people in the bank didn't follow, and Qing Chen didn't persuade them either.

  Each stage has a choice for each stage. At this time, he can only save those who are willing to believe in him.

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  Return countdown 105:39:02.

  Xiao San and the others had just fought back a wave of rats, and everyone was panting and sitting on the wet sandbags. At this time, everyone didn't care about their appearance, and it would be nice if they could just sit down and take a rest.

  There are also many women in the parent meeting, and the junior does not let them go to the battlefield, but only makes them do some logistics work.

  At this time, those women carried simple stretchers to carry away the family members who died in battle.

  They were crying while lifting, because some of the family members’ hand bones were gnawed out by the rats, and some family members kept biting the rats.

  The horror of those corpses is unbearable to look at.

  The logistics staff placed the corpses behind one by one. No one knows whether you will have a chance to bury them. Maybe you will lie there soon and meet your comrades in the ground again.

   There are also wounded, who are holding back on the stretcher and don't want to wail, for fear of affecting the morale of the army.

  Xiao San turned her head away and didn't dare to look at it for a long time.

   Suddenly a voice came from the walkie-talkie: "I'm back! Parents are back!"

  Everyone stood up and looked, only to see that Qing Chen was leading more than a hundred people to run quickly. Fortunately, the rat wave had just been repulsed, otherwise these people might not have been able to escape so smoothly.

   "Hurry up, hurry up," Xiaosan said, "Reheat up the food, let him eat a couple of bites when he comes back!"

   This is already the seventh wave of students that Qing Chen has brought back. During this period, Qing Chen only sat on the ground and recuperated his body once with knight breathing technique, and then left again.

  Refugees also saw him take refugees back again and again, and everyone remembered this figure.

   When Qing Chen left, an aunt secretly asked Xiao San: "Does this guy have a date? He looks kind."

  Xiao San couldn’t help but smile wryly on the spot: “You’re wrong if you think he’s friendly. Did you see the news that he broke through the A02 base before? He’s the one who beat up the Generation of Gods consortium with one hand.”

   Now that the rumors are getting more and more evil, in the mouth of the mistress, Qing Chen is just short of three heads and six arms, and everything else is perfect.

   Now the refugees also know that Qing Chen is the big shot of the Qing family.

   But the bigwigs of this consortium seem to be completely different from what they imagined...

   After sending Zhang Hubao and others to the defense line, Qing Chen simply asked, "Casualties?"

   Xiaosan's expression turned sad: "3192 people died, 7121 people were slightly injured, and 1409 people were seriously injured."

  Qing Chen asked again: "Can you carry it?"

  Xiao San immediately stood up straight: "Yes!"

  Qing Chen nodded: "Stick to it."

   After he finished speaking, he turned around and left without stopping at all.

   "Parents, stay here to eat and have a rest," Xiaosan said anxiously.

   Qing Chen just waved his hand and didn't say anything.

   There are dozens of teams of time walkers and children waiting for him, he doesn't have that much time to feel sorry for himself.

   And the rat wave is getting bigger and bigger, he can wait, those who are still waiting for others, I am afraid that there will not be so much time to wait.

Zhang Mengqian said suddenly: "Actually, the boss is punishing himself. He let the Kunlun people and you stay in this city together. Every time you die, he will blame himself, even if he just made the most correct decision. "

   "But we don't blame him," Xiao San said.

   "It doesn't matter whether you blame him or not," Zhang Mengqian replied.

  Xiao San realized that this was what President Zheng said: the one who makes the decision is the one who suffers the most, and if he wants to take over the command, he has to bear this pain.

  Qin Shuli looked at the direction where Qing Chen was leaving, and remained silent.

  He had very little contact with Qing Chen, even though he was married to Zhang Wanfang, he never visited Qing Chen a few times.

  At that time, he was worried from the bottom of his heart that Zhang Wanfang would often meet Qing Guozhong because of Qing Chen.

  During those days, Qing Guozhong even went to Qin Shuli's factory and asked him to borrow money, saying that if he didn't borrow money, he would leave Qing Chen to Zhang Wanfang and Qin Shuli.

  A current husband, being approached by his wife's ex-husband to borrow money, this kind of life experience is really bad.

  So when Qin Shuli looked at the father and son Qing Guozhong and Qing Chen, he instinctively rejected them.

   To be honest, normal people would reject it.

  After Qing Guozhong was imprisoned, Qin Shuli asked his friends to find out what happened, and then found out that the person who reported Qing Guozhong was called "Mr.

   It's just that Qin Shuli couldn't figure it out, why did Qing Chen report Qing Guozhong?

   Later, Qin Shuli came to the inner world. When he learned that the parent of the parent association was Qing Chen, he began to collect all the information related to that boy.

  At that moment, Qin Shuli realized that he was wrong. Qing Chen and Qing Guozhong were completely different, and he shouldn't put his prejudice against Qing Guozhong on Qing Chen.

  When a fire broke out in the villa during the day, but Zhang Wanfang pulled him away and refused to let him go to check it, Qin Shuli felt an inexplicable sadness in his heart.

  He didn't blame Zhang Wanfang, because his wife's life was also very hard, and she finally survived until she was 40 years old. She really couldn't lose everything at the moment.

  Qin Shuli only felt that all of them owed Qing Chen. That boy has a gambler father and a mother who doesn't care about him. Life must have been hard these years.

  In the other world, he spared no effort to work and always felt that he should do more.

  In the parent meeting, everyone other than Luo Wanya didn't know that Qin Shuli had a relationship with the parents. He just worked hard to be promoted from the blue family to the golden family.

  Now, watching that young man slowly grow into a towering tree that shelters everyone, he felt inexplicably happy, although he felt that he didn't even have the stance to be happy.

"Everyone find clothes to wrap your neck around!" Zhang Mengqian yelled: "Pass this sentence to other lines of defense. The only place where mice can be killed with one blow is the neck artery. As long as this area can be protected, everyone's survival will be greatly improved. probability!"

  This is the method Zhang Mengqian summed up from experience, and it is very easy to use.

  When Qing Chen fled with refugees earlier, even if someone was besieged by rats, as long as the neck was not bitten, it would be nothing if a piece of flesh was bitten off.

   Behind the line of defense, there was a lot of wailing. The five rat swarms came back, and thousands of family members were injured. At this time, half of those who could go to the battlefield were cut into strips of cloth and simply bandaged.

  However, this is still lucky, and more than 3,000 people died directly because they were bitten into the carotid artery by rats.

Xiao San was already very sleepy at this time, but his eyes lit up when he heard this: "Hurry up, Qin Shuli, quickly bring someone to collect scarves and clothes. Parents said that the rat tide will come back soon, and we only have a few hours at most." It's time to rest, get ready!"

  Qin Shuli came back to his senses, and hurriedly agreed: "Okay, I'll light up the bonfire, and I'll take people there."

  After a great battle, everyone's hair and clothes were wet by the snow, and the ground became muddy.

  All family members urgently need to keep warm and rest, otherwise no one will be able to survive the next few days.

   After all this is done, he's off to find clothes.

  Although he was extremely exhausted.

  When the bonfire was lit, Qin Shuli said to his family, "Let's go and collect the clothes."

  He walked while talking, but just after taking two steps, his eyes went dark. Many people didn't notice that Qin Shuli hadn't slept for more than 30 hours.

   "Are you all right, the golden family?" Someone rushed to help him.

  Qin Shuli stood up and smiled: "It's okay, let's go find clothes."

  However, at this time, several aunts came out of the line: "You are so tired, take a rest quickly. If you need clothes, we will go to your home to get them for you. There are still some clothes at home."

  Little San was stunned: "Hurry back to the team, it's dangerous here."

   "Don't worry about this matter," said the aunts, turning their heads and saying to the long line behind: "If you have clothes at home, go home and get them, and send them to the boys!"

  In the team, many refugees were indifferent.

   You must know that millions of people line up to evacuate, and if they walk slowly, they will die here. At this time, everyone finally queued to the front, how could they be willing to leave the line?

  If you leave, you have to line up again.

   When the refugees heard what the aunt said, they turned their heads and pretended not to hear.

The aunts stood outside the line and shouted: "What kind of life did everyone live in the past? Huh? There was no electricity at home, and I ate protein bars in the dark every day. I had to put the toilet in the urinal. In the morning, we poured the excrement and urine into the toilet together. In the sewers outside the street, the whole street stinks."

  “Last month, the garbage in the lower third district was still piled up, and I felt like vomiting when I passed by. My family lives on the 91st floor, and the child said that he didn’t want to go to school because there is no elevator in the building, and he has to climb 91 stairs to go up and down.”

   "Previously, the entire lower third district was full of people who burned, killed and looted. Who would dare to go to the street in the middle of the night?"

  Aunt’s voice became louder and louder: "Now, take a closer look, where is it clean except this line of defense? Who is not connected to electricity? Whose sewer is not repaired?"

"Apart from these people who fought for you, which one of you is not clean? Look at yourselves, then look at them, they even have to pretend to be menacing in order to let you take refuge, you don't even know What are their names, do they have parents and children at home like us?"

  The refugees looked at Xiaosan and the others, but saw that they were covered in blood, some of which belonged to rats, and some of their own blood.

  The family members’ clothes were splashed with mud, and they were bitten by mice, scratched out many holes, and their shoes were soaked.

  Everyone is in a mess.

  The refugees looked back at themselves, they just lined up leisurely.

As the aunt spoke, she became emotional first, and the more she talked, the more excited she became: "Just now, the big man from the Qing family's consortium went out to save people time and time again. Think about him, and then think about you, are you worth being saved? , you guys were fighting because of queuing up just now!"

  Little San hurried over and said, "Auntie, go back to the team, we can find clothes by ourselves."

  Auntie glared at him: "Get lost! You don't have the right to talk now!"

  Primary Three: "..."

  Qin Shuli: "..."

Another aunt said to the refugees in the team: "Before they came, you talked about who would save the third district every day, but now the people who rescued the third district came, but all of you just wanted to run away. You are really You can run, and then, what do we do when they die, continue to live in the stinky ditch like a dog? Living like a dog, is this the life you want?"

  A young man in the team came out. He thought for a few seconds and said, "Let the women, children, and the elderly go first."

   After speaking, he turned and went home to get his clothes.

  As soon as he left, dozens of people suddenly came out of the team and ran towards their house.

  Slowly, more and more people came out of the line and ran towards the buildings in the lower third district behind them. There was a power outage throughout the city, and some people even climbed over eighty floors, wrapping all their clothes in sheets and rolling them up.

Immediately afterwards, he also took out the kitchen knife from his own home. Suddenly, one tenth of the people in the long, invisible line chose to quit, giving priority to other people. .

  Compared to the more than 5 million teams at this time, one-tenth is 500,000. This scale is quite terrifying, even ten times more than the number of parents and associations.

There are also some young women who choose to stay: "I have studied medical first aid, and I wanted to work as a nurse in the hospital, but they saw that I was from the lower third district, so they eliminated me. I see that you have medicines in stockpiles." , don’t send all of them behind that door, save some, and I’ll bandage your wounded.”

   As they spoke, they actually called their neighbors, moved over the promotional tents from roadside stores, and built several temporary treatment points.

   It's just that when they cut the clothes from the wounds of the wounded, they couldn't help crying.

   But everyone's wounds were covered with deep bloodstains, and the wounds bitten by dirty rats were not cleaned in time, and now they are all festering.

   However, these people were still fighting for them just now.

  A nurse cried to the crowd: "Don't be dazed, come and help!"

  The defense line of the lower three districts was originally very simple, because the disaster came so suddenly, the family members had no time to do other things except pick up a kitchen knife and plug the gap with their lives.

  And at this moment, those refugees actually helped to slowly complete the things that a line of defense should have: the rear medical point and the rest point for soldiers.

  The aunts are even building cafeterias, taking out ingredients that can be processed from each household, even if it is good to cook a bowl of hot soup for the family to warm up.

  Looking at this scene, Xiaosan suddenly understood what the parents said. When you treat the world with sincerity, the world will definitely give you gifts.

   This is what the Parents Association needs.

  After the disaster is over, these people will remember the goodness of the Parent Association. Only then will the Parent Association have the ability to continue to change the world.

   "Thank you, everyone, but really don't wrap my clothes around," Xiaosan said in a flustered thank you, because he already had seven pieces of clothes hanging around his neck, and his whole body was like a hanger.

  More than half a million people went to collect clothes, kitchen knives, and pans, and then scrambled to hang them on the family members. This is really a bit overwhelming.

   These people were too indifferent at first, and now they are too enthusiastic.

   It was the aunt who spoke again to maintain order, and the refugees gradually came to their senses.

   Xiaosan said: "Everyone, don't worry and continue to move and evacuate. We will definitely hold this line of defense before you all evacuate!"

   Even with life.

  At this time, someone shouted on the walkie-talkie: "Xiao San, the rat wave is coming again!"

  The family members looked back, and everyone was back behind the line of defense, ready to fight.

Xiaosan whispered to Qin Shuli: "The parents explained earlier that if the rat wave comes back within two hours, it means that the other party wants to consume our energy all the time, so that we can't eat well or sleep well. It's not the point yet. At this moment, we must find a way to let everyone rest."

  At this time, the aunt appeared just now. She wore a windbreaker around her neck, which looked like a war robe and cloak. She held two kitchen knives in both hands and said, "I will help you too!"

  Primary Three: "..."

  Qin Shuli: "..."

  Xiao San has never been so speechless in her life.

  He turned to face the rat tide, waiting for the animals to arrive: "If you can still move, continue to fight with me, stick to it! Don't retreat a step!"

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