The roaring sound of gunfire had dissipated, and the echoes were still echoing in the valley.

The flames had long been extinguished, and on the charred ground, only the curling blue smoke hovered into the sky.

The broken corpses were scattered on the ground, the air was filled with the fragrance of barbecue, and the mountain roads were covered with minced meat and internal organs. Thousands of wasteland crows gathered around, on dead trees, rocks, and on mountain walls, and could be seen everywhere. These black elves didn't say a word, their blood-red eyes stared at the busy mercenaries on the ground without blinking, waiting patiently for the crowd to disperse and the moment the carnival feast began.

There was no more imperial man in the valley who could stand up.

Although the imperial soldiers who were injected with drugs forgot the pain and fear, they could not raise their heads for a while, the gap in numbers was too big, and they were at an absolute disadvantage in terms of formation and weapons. Finally, after nearly two hundred corpses were created, the last soldier still fell in a pool of blood.

Senior officers were defeated earlier.

The morale that had just been boosted was shot by Rose. Immediately afterwards, two first-level energy-controllers present also joined the battlefield of second-level personnel, completely ending the advantages of senior officers.

So, the war ended.

However, although the war has ended, the work of the mercenaries has not ended. Dozens of mercenaries are walking back and forth, adding a few shots to every enemy's corpse on the battlefield, or, to be precise, treating them fairly regardless of life or death.

Behind these scavengers wearing blood-red cloaks, hundreds of mercenaries were combing the battlefield like combs, picking up their own members, whether they were living people or corpses, throwing the corpses that had been repaired, and then taking off all valuable equipment and property. There is no need to collect corpses, the crows who smell the breath of death are the best collectors, and not to mention that soon, this place will become a stage for mutant animals in the mountains to revel.

Everyone was very skilled in their movements and their attitude was calm. Even when they saw their comrades who were with them day and night fell in front of them, the mercenaries just calmly carried the bodies back to the base camp, and they could not see any sadness.

As for facing the enemy's corpses, the mercenaries became even more calm.

There is no hatred in his eyes, and it doesn't seem to treat enemies who have just fought for life and death and killed many of his companions. It's like treating the bodies of a group of unrelated strangers.

There is indeed no hatred, because in war, the mercenaries have no hatred and do not need hatred.

We are just fighting for our own reasons, just simply killing each other, why do we need to hate? If you kill me, or I kill you, war is just like this, and we have long been accustomed to it. Hate? It doesn't exist.

Therefore, the pile of corpses was piled up peacefully and the property was sorted out peacefully. Only two corpses were treated differently.

The body of the chief and deputy commander of the army.

Although there were a lot of burns on the body, both corpses were intact. In addition to the burns on the surface and invisible internal injuries, there was only one fatal injury for each corpse.

The bearded legion commander had an empty hole as big as a fist on his chest. The hole was just in the position of his heart, transparent from front to back, and his heart had been blown into pieces. The wound on the deputy legion commander was smaller, and the bullet accurately penetrated his eye socket and drilled into his skull cavity. The sticky brain mass mixed in the blood and flowed out along the ear canal and nasal cavity.

The remains of the two corpses were not painful, they were only shocked and surprised, and they did not even fear death. After all, death was too sudden and there was no time to fear suddenly.

The equipment on the two corpses was undoubtedly the most expensive, but no one collected them, neither the blood gun nor the howling mercenaries. Not only that, the mercenaries even helped the corpses to sort out their military uniforms, covered their upper bodies with military uniforms from other corpses, and covered their bodies with a pile of radiation stones.

"Hu", the blazing flames rose from the pile of radiation stones. In the high-temperature flames, two powerful men who dominate one side turned into ashes, completely cutting off the last connection with the world. Next to the flames, Liu Junyi of the Blood Spear and the Howling Legion stood on both sides, looking calmly at the burning fire. Until the corpse was burned, the two bowed slightly solemnly and gave their last respect to the strong enemy.

At the same time, the corpses of the mercenaries were burned out.

Of course, the mercenaries would not let their companions expose their corpses in the wilderness, but they could not carry them back to the Yuan Energy Capital. Burning them on the spot is the best choice. When they are alive, they will indulge in their voices and turn into ashes after death. As energy controlers who have chosen the mercenary path, it is not bad to have such an ending...

"No matter how many times I have heard of it, I can't understand this habit of your Source and Energy Capital."

Not far from the mercenaries, a group of idle corpse ghosts gathered together, forming a sharp contrast with the busy mercenaries. The corpse ghost commander and the crow of the Wasteland Capital were the two corpse ghost commanders and crows of the Wasteland Capital. The corpse ghost commander and the one who separated a few days ago did not seem to have any changes, but their attitude was much more gentle, at least they would not have to reach out and pinch the crow on their shoulders at any time.

"You can answer me now. Are you all saying true?" sighed at the indifference of the mercenaries to life and death. The leader of the ghoul said in a hoarse voice as if sawn from wood, "Do you really have the location of the unexplored underground bunker?"

"Ha, I don't like lying, let alone this kind of lie that is destined to be exposed soon." The crow said with a smile, "Look, your president has a very clear view, otherwise he would not have approved you to come with his soldiers."

"The President asked me to tell you..." The leader of the Ghoul snorted coldly and stared at the crow with his turbid eyes. "If you really take us to find the underground bunker, as long as you no longer do extra things, the previous grudges will be eliminated, and we only have 20% of the supplies inside."

"Hmm?" The crow narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully, "Haha, is it a piece of writing off? It's good."

"You get it?" A shock came out in his hoarse voice, "What does this mean?"

"Shh." The crow raised his finger, "Ha, write it off, some words cannot be said."

"Hmph." The female ghoul wanted to repeat the pinch and bursting feeling, "Don't forget, the premise is that you are telling the truth. If you find that you are lying to someone..."

"Stop." The crow interrupted the Ghoul Commander with a smile, "Don't say the fabricated contents of the latter. Your president cannot say such meaningless threats, and he understands better than you, I cannot lie about this principled problem, so..."

"Dong." With a cannon, the two of them looked back and saw the mercenaries paying their last respect to their companions' bodies and began to rectify their equipment. Only two regiment leaders came over with two subordinates.
Chapter completed!