Nine Hundred and Forty White-Eyed Wolf

Distress is everywhere, and it could not be more appropriate to describe the current situation of the Southern Kingdom. Here, it is basically drowned in despair.

Since almost two years ago, the lives of civilians here have been completely hopeless. In the World War, the Southern Kingdom sided with the puppet empire, and then the country's economy began to collapse completely.

Unlike the five-nation alliance supported by the Alan Hill Empire, the six countries dominated by the puppet empire have all been affected by the war, and their economic conditions are deteriorating.

Therefore, from an economic point of view, the five-nation alliance led by the Irish Empire should also be the victor. Because Alan Hill not only has an advantage in the military, but also an even greater economic advantage.

After the fragile economy of the Southern Kingdoms collapsed, a demonic invasion devastated the country. The civilians who fled suffered heavy casualties and have not recovered until now.

Then, the army of the Alan Hill Empire occupied this place. Although peace came and the local people's livelihood got precious opportunities to recover, the old local aristocratic forces stuck to the rules and couldn't seize these opportunities well.

Now, a plague unseen in a century has been encountered here, and the whole area is shrouded in a dead atmosphere.

"Squeak..." An officer of the Ellandhill Empire pushed open the half-hidden door, and saw the corpse lying in the dilapidated house.

He frowned. These two corpses looked very fresh. They didn't rot in a place that wasn't too cold in the southern region.

Depending on the situation, it took less than two days for these two people to die. If he had brought people here earlier, he might have been able to save these two poor civilians.

Looking at the clothes, this is a couple, about 40 years old. If they were still alive, could be two good labors.

"Sir! We found a living person." A soldier stood behind the officer and reported. Then he saw the two corpses on the ground, and saw the traces of the struggle of these two dead people.

These two people were quite desperate when they died. One may have died first, while the other still had a breath. The one who was alive wanted to climb to the edge of the table to take a sip of water, but he collapsed on the edge of the edge of the table and swallowed his breath.

The officer who entered the room first shook his head, then turned around and walked out of the room, and said to the soldier who came to report, "Lead the way."

They came to the next room and saw some frail men and dying children.

These two are lucky,

They persisted until the search team sent by the army of the Alan Hill Empire, and gained the right to continue to live.

"Let the medical soldiers take care of the two of them, especially the child." The officer looked at the two sallow-faced and emaciated survivors, and ordered the soldiers beside him.

"Yes! Sir!" The soldier stood at attention and saluted, and replied solemnly. He has seen too many corpses along the way, so he understands the preciousness of life even more.

"This small town is considered to be in good condition...the surrounding villages basically have no survivors. It is a miracle that there are still a hundred survivors here." A soldier with a medical backpack on his body walked in The house, while sighing.

They have all been vaccinated, and they have to be sterilized when they go back, so they don't need to carry any protective equipment here.

If you have to wear a gas mask when you enter an epidemic area, the workload will increase tenfold, which is basically not worth the candle.

"We carry too much medicine...the number of people who survived and persisted until we came is only one-tenth of what we estimated at the beginning." The medical soldier took out a disposable needle tube from his backpack, pulled out the shield Put the sleeve on, flick it twice with your fingers, and the injection starts.

The dying child has no strength to cry or struggle. He just lay there quietly, his eyes almost lifeless, and he only moved slightly.

"Prepare the nutrient solution... this is serious, deal with it immediately!" The medical soldier turned his head while pushing the syringe inserted in the boy's arm, and ordered another medical soldier who had just entered the door.

After speaking, he turned his head back, tore off the tattered clothes on the boy's chest, and pasted two cooling patches on the corresponding positions.

Then he frowned and complained, "Damn it, how can they sleep at night with so many fleas on them? Damn..."

"Understood!" This medical soldier is a newcomer, and he has seen countless dead people along the way, which has completely numb his nerves. He nodded mechanically, and then took out the nutrient solution from his pocket.

"Thank you..." The pale father, who had already been infected with the plague, was in better condition. He opened his dry lips and expressed his thanks in a weak voice.

"You took good care of your child! Don't worry! He will be fine, and you will be fine." The medical soldier comforted the man who had almost lost everything, and then mechanically inserted another syringe into the man's arm.

"...Give him a pack of nutrient solution too... Anyway, there are too many backups, so I don't need it..." The medical soldier took out the case stickers from his pocket, chose a yellow one, and pasted it on the man's forehead Above: "It's fine to just observe during this inspection, no special care is needed."

"Thank you..." This man's condition is actually not good, and he kept muttering such a word indistinctly. In fact, he had no other better choice than to thank those who pulled him back from hell. Even, he didn't have any valuables on him to express his gratitude.

"Those bastards who hid in Briben, don't they just let these civilians die here?" A soldier holding a weapon looked at the two poor civilian father and son and complained.

"Ha...do you think they will have compassion? They are a bunch of moths, a bunch of white-eyed wolves..." Another soldier sneered.

"You'd better not say that..." A giant wolf wearing a custom-made special bulletproof vest with a burden on its back squatting in the yard said, "Our giant wolf family didn't provoke you... ..."

"I'm sorry..." The soldier turned his head and saw the grinning wolf comrade, nodded and bowed: "I was wrong!"

On the other side, the nails had already been nailed to the wall, and the medics who had hung the nutrient solution stood up and stretched: "It's over here, let's go to the next room."

"Thank you..." On the bed, the weak man was still muttering this word, as if he could no longer speak other sentences besides this sentence.