Because the military exoskeleton device is designed to consider the recycling problem after the wearer dies, Shang Jianyao and Long Yuehong were also familiar with this type of item during the first two months of training, so they were not unfamiliar with it. Therefore, Shang Jianyao only fumbled for a few times and found the button, successfully shutting down the integrated system and energy backpack.

After completing this step, the next job is to have no technical content - untie the metal buckles at the auxiliary joints one by one.

Long Yuehong opened her mouth and closed her mouth while clamping the buckles at her elbow joints and wrists.

He stopped talking three times, and finally couldn't help but suppress his voice and asked:

"You weren't nervous just now, weren't you afraid?"

Shang Jianyao, who was in charge of his legs, pointed at himself:

"Are you asking me?"

"Who else is there except you?" Long Yuehong asked back angrily and amusedly.

Bai Chen repaired the jeep behind him. Jiang Baimian took a pistol and walked around the other side. In the small area where the body was located, he and Shang Jianyao were the only ones.

Shang Jianyao patted the thigh of the body:

"And he is there."

"..." Long Yuehong wanted to scold the guy opposite, but she was a little scared for no reason.

He remembered the stories that adults often used to scare children.

Shang Jianyao held back his smile and said "Yes":

"It will definitely be nervous and scared."

"But I can't see it at all." Long Yuehong blurted out.

Shang Jianyao nodded gently:

"Because I told myself in my heart: Your goal is to save all mankind."

"...What's the connection?" Long Yuehong felt that she was used to Shang Jianyao's brains from time to time, "I mean, why are you not afraid or nervous like this?"

Shang Jianyao replied with a serious expression:

"Sacrifice is inevitable on the way to achieve this goal."

At this moment, Long Yuehong didn't know whether Shang Jianyao should be normal or abnormal.

He quickly decided to give up on the topic and asked instead:

"Don't you feel uncomfortable? Kill two people with your own hands.

"Just a while ago, they could talk, laugh, walk, and dance, live, flesh and blood.

"Uh... it's not necessarily uncomfortable, don't you feel any special?"

Shang Jianyao nodded invisible:

"have."

Long Yuehong breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably.

Shang Jianyao continued:

"I want to make up two more shots."

"...Why?" Long Yuehong gave up letting her thoughts synchronize with Shang Jianyao.

Shang Jianyao glanced at him and turned his eyes to the jeep behind him:

“We never thought of robbing them, hurting them, shooting them, and they were malicious to us from the beginning, tracking us all the way, launching attacks whenever we had the chance.

"If we didn't perform very well and made another mistake, then we are the ones who are lying here and the bodies are searched, and do you think they will have a special feeling for this?

"No, they can just sing songs, spit on us, eat our energy bars, eat our compressed biscuits, eat our military cans, and use the black swamp iron snake we killed to make hot pot, can this be tolerated?"

A similar picture flashed through Long Yuehong's mind reflexes, which made him remember the strong sense of hunger he had often endured since he was a child.

He was furious:

"cannot!"

After answering, he immediately became depressed, like a basketball that has not been cheered up for a long time:

"But, I still don't feel that comfortable."

When Shang Jianyao heard this, his mouth slowly opened and a slightly exaggerated smile appeared:

“This is gray soil.

"Get used to it."

"It's like this that it's not the first time you've been to the surface..." Long Yuehong muttered and started to get busy.

Not long after, they opened all the metal snaps and took the military exoskeleton device off the body.

Jiang Baimian had returned to the jeep at some point and said thoughtfully:

"Long Yuehong, try it and see if you can control it."

Similar things always make some men flirt with each other, and Long Yuehong is one of them. He didn't care that there was still blood left on the exoskeleton device, and hurriedly urged Shang Jianyao to adjust the length of the auxiliary bone with the help of the other party, put on an energy backpack, put on an iron black helmet, and locked the metal clamp.

When the integrated system self-test was completed, Long Yuehong took a look and reported quickly:

"There is 23% of electricity, which is said to be able to use for 1 hour and 55 minutes."

"Don't believe this, it's just that you maintain normal exercise and only do basic operations. If you want to fly and escape like this person just now, run wildly, and all systems are overloaded, I guess at most half an hour." Jiang Baimian lifted his left leg and pointed at the corpse of the middle-aged man with his toes.

"Yes." Long Yuehong began to do various basic movements.

After a series of operations, he said in surprise:

"Team leader, this is much more useful than the one I tried in the company before!"

Jiang Baimian said "hoosh":

"That was copied by the company. You don't think about how powerful we are in mechanical and electronics as a biological company?"

"Yes." Long Yuehong excitedly tested the remaining functions of the military exoskeleton device.

Shang Jianyao was still squatting in place, searching every pocket of the body, and not even letting go of the inner layer of his pants.

"There are only two packs of cookies." Finally, he looked at the items placed in front of him with disgust.

These two packs of biscuits are not compressed, and the packaging bag contains rows of Honghe texts. Because of the severe wear and tear, Shang Jianyao only barely recognized the "single" and "soda".

——In gray soil, the two most mainstream languages ​​are gray soil and Red River language. The former is a common term for forces such as "Pangu", "Salvation Army", and the latter is mainly used in the Red River Basin and forces near the Red River Basin - this includes "First City", "White Knights" and "Orange Company".

In addition to these two packs of cookies, Shang Jianyao also found two letter papers and a badge.

The two letter papers were folded neatly, and the other one was stacked together casually.

Shang Jianyao spread out the neat and clean letter paper and commented casually:

“This has been broken many times.”

Jiang Baimian ordered Long Yuehong to be alert all around, then approached Shang Jianyao, squatted down, and read the letter with him.

This letter is written in the dirt:

“Dear Father:

"I was doing well in the city at first. Although there were some obstacles to reading, there was basically no problem with the conversation. No one can notice that I was from the wilderness...

"…The rank here is very strict, but compared to outside, beauty is like a paradise. As long as you follow their rules, obey people higher than yourself, and find your class and status, you can pass by more smoothly...

"...You don't have to worry about my studies. With the help of that person, I have transferred to a regular college. As long as I graduate successfully, I can get rid of my status as a "slave" and become a citizen...

"...I don't know if the town has enough food reserves? Although it's still summer, I heard from some classmates that this year's winter will be particularly difficult. I don't know where their judgment comes from, but I just feel it's necessary to tell you and let everyone prepare as soon as possible. Even if this is a rumor, I would rather believe it and not ignore it...

"...You said last time that you became a ruin hunter, which is a good thing. This profession is obviously safer than being a robber. Of course, it is also very dangerous... Don't go to the newly discovered urban ruins, don't go to the urban ruins where few people come back, and don't be a robber anymore, although this can indeed bring back winter food to the town as soon as possible...

"...I will try to find merchants in the city who dare to smuggle grain, but I am not sure and do not have enough resources to exchange. I just hope that the descendants who have brought me more knowledge of the Senate to see if I can find opportunities in them...

"... Finally, I hope you will be healthy and hope that the famine will not come. I hope that Uncle Jishun, Uncle Jinfeng, Brother Ayu, and Brother Qianning are all doing well and can bring back enough food to their homes. I hope everyone can wait until the Senate recognizes it and wait until the whole incorporation into the original city as a citizen rather than a slave. Also, that person is very good to his mother and does not need to worry about it...

"…your little Anji."

After reading it, Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao didn't talk for a long time.

"This is the dust." After a while, Jiang Baimian smiled as if he was self-deprecating.

Shang Jianyao responded in a low voice:

"He read this letter no less than twenty times..."

A certain judgment can be made from the crease appearance of the letter and the condition of the paper.

Jiang Baimian originally wanted to tell Shang Jianyao that there was no need to feel guilty about this kind of thing, but suddenly remembered something and could only pat the other person on the shoulder:

"Everyone has two sides, or even more than two sides. It is completely different to their children and to strangers.

"As a stranger, you don't need to care about what happens to his child if he loses his father, just be glad that he is still alive.

"I know what you are thinking. I have heard some rumors. I can tell you with certainty that people in our company will not fall into this level of wilderness robbers. If you want to rob, you will only rob the material transport team of hostile forces."

Shang Jianyao didn't say anything, so he folded the letter and stuffed it back into the inner pocket of the middle-aged man.

Then he unfolded another letter, a wrinkled letter:
To be continued...