Chapter 154: The Last Night
When death is approaching, nothing seems to matter.
Zhao Si looked back on the first half of his life.
The war broke out when he was in his teens, and his family died in the war. He then wandered around and gradually witnessed the whole world being engulfed by blood and fire.
There were dead bodies everywhere and corpses everywhere.
As the gunfire rained down, the whole landscape was covered with deadly flowers.
The skyscrapers of human civilization collapsed and turned into death coffins made of reinforced concrete.
He once witnessed a river blocked by thousands of broken corpses, and the river water was redder than the sunset that night.
He doesn't want to die, he just wants to live.
Being alive is more important than anything else. When you die, everything is gone. People will only sigh at the bright flowers on his grave in the spring of next year.
"Let's go."
Su Xia waved her hand and the iron bars that bound Zhao Si 's hands and feet loosened.
After being detained for several days, Zhao Si was finally able to leave the cold iron chair and walk from the unknown to death.
"Who the hell are you? You can't be just an apprentice pharmacist."
This was the last thing Zhao Si wanted to know.
The rise of the masked man was too short and too dazzling. He escaped from Yu Tuo's men just after becoming famous, throwing the entire Coral City into chaos.
Such a person would definitely not have been unknown before.
Both this metal mask and his identity as a pharmacist's apprentice were just a cover-up.
He must have a deeper identity, and once that identity is revealed, it will surely shock countless people.
"You will find out."
Su Xia did not answer directly, but snapped his fingers lightly.
Then, iron bars surrounded Zhao Si again, binding his hands and feet.
Zhao Si did not struggle or resist at all, remaining silent, using the last moments of his life to ponder over Su Xia's true identity.
Although he knew that he should be told the answer before he died, he would rather guess it himself.
Su Xia waved her hand and took Zhao Si out of the warehouse and into the abandoned town shrouded in moonlight.
The evening breeze blows, carrying the fragrance of earth.
Finally arriving outside the warehouse, Zhao Si temporarily gave up thinking and took deep breaths.
“Hoo…Hoo…”
His chest rose and fell as he tried hard to enjoy this last gift from the world.
Death is equal to everyone, as are fresh air and gentle moonlight.
The darkness in the underground warehouse was more torturous than any torture and almost drove people crazy.
Su Xia ignored Zhao Si's feelings and flew into the air, carrying Zhao Si with him, like two meteors, moving quickly across the boundless wilderness.
Because the speed was too fast, Zhao Si had difficulty breathing.
But he said nothing, he just looked down at the rolling hills below him, thinking of the countless corpses buried beneath those hills.
…
At this time, the North Wind Organization was the only one left in the Oasis Camp.
The once bustling trading area is now deserted, and the permanent residential area is also deserted, appearing much quieter.
In the entire camp, less than one-tenth of the people remained.
They are all concentrated in the central area of the camp. They are the equipment suppliers, pharmacists, etc. that players need most. They will not stay for a long time and will be exchanged with people in the new base every once in a while.
There are also a few people who are specifically there to serve as guides, answering questions for players on their path to growth and imparting skills to players they like.
Su Xia sat on the roof of the large warehouse, quietly basking in the moonlight, feeling calm.
"Commander, isn't the North Wind Organization leaving yet?" Lan Guang asked from below, wondering what Su Xia was trying to do.
"Don't be impatient, wait a moment."
"Waiting for what?"
"Some friends, blue light you have met before."
"Have you seen it before?"
Lan Guang touched his head, trying to recall all the people he had met in the past from his poor brain.
But his brain capacity is limited, and he is not a genius after all. Once he gets busy, he can't even remember what he had for lunch the previous day, let alone things in the past.
Who is worthy of the Commander's waiting for so long?
Are there other resistance groups coming to the Oasis camp?
Lan Guang thought so and didn't ask any more questions.
“Boom!”
He stomped his foot and jumped onto the roof of a large warehouse, then took out his cell phone and turned on night mode.
Oasis Camp has been operating here for many years, and it is still a bit reluctant to leave like this.
Lan Guang held up his mobile phone and took pictures of the details of the camp for future memories.
If the war subsides in the future and he has children, he can let his children watch photos and videos of the old base and talk about those years of hard struggle.
Just then, Lan Guang noticed that there were more than a dozen figures in the distance approaching the camp quickly.
"Commander, someone's coming!"
He called out, not knowing for the moment whether it was a friend or foe, so he drew his weapon.
"Okay, we're finally here. I thought they had an accident on the way."
Su Xia smiled and seemed relaxed.
Seeing this, Lan Guang put aside his doubts and put away his weapon.
Since he is the commander's friend, he cannot be an enemy.
Lan Guang thought about it and came up with a self-introduction in his mind, ready to use when the two parties met later.
"No, why does it look a little familiar..."
With the help of the silvery moonlight, Lan Guang narrowed his eyes, and the faces of the dozen or so people in the distance became clearer and clearer in his eyes.
When he saw it clearly, he was shocked and could hardly believe it.
“It’s…it’s them!”
Mo Zheng and Mo Zhan, the two sharp knives of the Old North Wind Organization!
They are still alive!
And the dozen or so people behind them were all psychic creatures, the core members .
Before the collapse of the Old North Wind Organization, it had come to the Oasis Camp many times to exchange supplies and information, and had communicated with Lan Guang and others who also came to exchange supplies.
They also drank together, talked about everything, and imagined a life without war.
"Commander, are they really them?"
"Yes, it's them."
Su Xia stood up from the roof and stretched.
In the distance, Mo Zheng and Mo Zhan were also paying attention to the situation in the camp.
Mo Zheng said: "The battle against the insect swarm was even more tragic than Mask said. Almost all the trees around here have fallen down, and there are shell holes everywhere. I don't know how the commander and his men managed to hold on."
"Look, brother, isn't that the commander?"
Mo Zhan was excited and pointed into the distance.
Following the direction of his finger, I could clearly see, under the bright moonlight, a figure standing on the roof of a tall warehouse, facing the wind, his robe rustling in the evening breeze.
"It's the Commander!"
"He's watching us!"
"It's really him, that mask didn't lie to us!"
“…”
The group of more than ten people were so excited that some even shed tears.
After they said goodbye that day, no one thought that they would see each other again, but they didn't expect that they would wait for it!
"Commander, we're here, can you see me?"
Mo Zhan waved his hands, shouted loudly, and jumped around, looking very funny.
Su Xia also waved to them, indicating that she could see them.
Lan He was also waving, but his presence was not very strong and the dozen or so people didn't notice him at all.
Su Xia jumped down from the roof and went to the headquarters of the New North Wind Organization, saying to all the members: "Cheer up, there are guests coming."
“It’s finally here.”
Everyone was curious about who the guest the commander was talking about was.
Logically speaking, even if another resistance organization came, it would not be worth it for the entire North Wind Organization to wait here.
Everyone walked out of the camp and looked in the direction Su Xia was looking with confusion.
Then they saw a group of more than ten people crying with excitement.
"Strange, why are those people crying?"
"She seems very happy. Could it be that the commander has been missing for many years..."
"It's Mo Zheng and the others!"
Liu An was the first to recognize it. He shouted and jumped up in excitement, his face flushed.
For so long , he always thought that he was the only one left in the old North Wind organization.
"Commander, it's them!" Liu An was shaking with excitement.
When Cheng Pingan saw him like this, he thought of some of the photos he had seen before and immediately understood: "They are old members of the North Wind Organization. They are still alive."
"What? Our predecessors?"
Everyone was surprised. Although the word "senior" was a bit strange, there seemed to be no better word to describe it.
Mo Zhan and others not far away were equally surprised.
The large group of people behind Su Xia all seemed to be full of energy and talent, and they already had the rudiments of a powerful organization.
"As expected of a commander, there will always be people willing to follow in his footsteps."
"Haha, I saw little Liu An, he's still alive too!"
The two sides were getting closer and closer, and under the light of the camp, they could already see each other's faces clearly.
Liu An was the first to rush forward. He hugged Mo Zheng Mo Zhan and others and cried with joy.
A group of people cried and laughed, hugged each other, and celebrated this rare reunion under the moonlight.
Su Xia remained calm, with a gentle smile on her face.
It’s not that he wasn’t interested, but he wasn’t used to too many people gathering together, especially when they were all so enthusiastic and excited.
Lan Guang was different. He rushed into the crowd with a hearty laugh and gave Mo Zheng and Mo Zhan a bear hug respectively.
Mo Zheng said in surprise: "Brother Lan Guang, you are not dead yet!"
"How does this child talk?"
Lan Guang didn't care at all. He laughed heartily and patted Mo Zheng's shoulder hard. His laughter was very contagious.
Then he pulled Su Xia in, letting Su Xia passively feel the unbearable passion.
Before long, Su Xia's clothes were wet with the tears and snot of joy from some members.
"well……"
He spent ten dollars to buy this piece of clothing in the camp, and he felt a little sad.
After a brief reunion, Su Xia left the crowd.
He began to introduce both parties.
"Big Mo, Little Mo, this is Cheng Ping'an, my deputy. He is the one who manages the Beifeng organization now." Su Xia stood between the two sides. "Ping'an, these are the two brothers Mo Zheng and Mo Zhan. Beside them are Wu Quan and Li Tai..."
When they heard Su Xia calling them Big Mo and Little Mo, the eyes of the two brothers Mo Zheng and Mo Zhan became red again.
That's what the commander used to call them.
During the painful days in the mechanical prison of Ruined Armor City, they missed the commander's voice all the time.
