Douzi avoided the hordes of religious believers and walked in the back alley.

If you really can't dodge, then use your sword and drop it.

The space inside the space city is small. Conventional weapons cannot play their due role.

A short-focus laser designed for short distances is easy to use but consumes too much energy. And it still needs to be around the city for a long time.

Therefore, you can only rely on the short sword in your hand. The cold weapon only consumes physical energy.

He could only withdraw after the large force, together with the rescued people, retreated to the peripheral airships along the cleared safe route.

The group he led were all the most skilled soldiers. The purpose of dispersing activities was to leave traces. They would pop up from time to time to create a little disturbance and show: I am here. Come on, come to me.

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Doing this attracted the attention of the religious believers. More and more young and middle-aged men lined up and carried standard ordnance, appearing near the soldiers who were acting alone.

Judging from the organization and discipline of the team, the religious believers have been planning their actions for a long time.

This also makes it more and more difficult for Douzi's people to hide.

Fortunately, there is also shared vision to take advantage of.

When they first returned to the space city, no one among them wanted to do anything to the citizens.

But after hearing about what happened in the Governor's Mansion and the family quarters of the Guard Corps, their hearts cooled down.

The veterans of the Guard Corps have family members. Some of them have retired and are ordinary people.

There are family members of all ethnic groups. All family members and veterans usually live in an independent community immediately behind the Governor's Palace.

The troops stationed at the Governor's Palace and outlying airships rotate regularly.

Half of the company in the Garrison Governor's Mansion is civilian, and the other half is considered to be on vacation.

As time goes by, maintaining night shift guarding is more out of a sense of ritual for the core organization and a sense of step-by-step procedures.

Even if those who stay at the Governor's Mansion have a nominal strength of one company, most of them have to go home. Those who don't go home at night are only half a platoon of twenty people. Among these twenty people, those who are responsible for the first half of the night are on duty

At that time, those who were responsible for the latter part of the night also had to sleep.

Towards evening that day, a large group of believers in the city got into a fight in the street. A group of police officers from the area police station also participated.

The matter involved a violent organization and it was a serious matter that had to be handled by the Governor's Office. So everyone was escorted back.

It was already 7:30 in the evening when so many people were waiting to deposit their deposits. The detention room could not be closed at all. And the trial could not proceed until everyone arrived the next day. I had no choice but to move out of several adjacent small offices.

Bedding was laid out and some people were placed inside.

What happened next was a matter of course.

It's a pity that Mo Mo didn't dare to touch his damn territory. There was no image data, only second-hand information about the situation in the Governor's Mansion that was out of control.

At night, someone released the imprisoned religious believers.

Then they snatched weapons, killed people, and opened the door.

After a wanton search and killing in the Governor's Palace, some of these religious believers took advantage of the night and went to the family area of ​​​​the guard regiment in the back.

Many veterans were killed defenselessly in their sleep.

Regardless of their ethnicity or appearance, thousands of family members are treated as unbelieving "devil's advocates".

When women and children die, no traces are left on their bodies. This is because religious believers have long been accustomed to the environmentally friendly lifestyle on the space city. The clothes can still be worn and can be distributed as trophies to religious women and children.

However, after the thugs took control of the family area, they stopped mass killings in order to avoid the trouble of disposing of too many bodies immediately. Many people were left behind and not killed immediately.

Normally, after the deceased is incinerated, the remaining ash is buried in a reserved area of ​​the farm, specially used for growing flowers. That area is quiet and elegant, with flowers blooming all the time, which is very suitable for remembrance.

However, if all the extra dead people who died overnight were burned, the ash generated at one time would be too much. The design capacity of the memorial area can only accept a maximum of 800 dead people and 1,000 people per month.

If it is more than double the capacity, it may not be digested.

If we consider higher material utilization, mixing the offal of carcasses with the discarded offal of chickens, ducks and fish and using it for composting will have a better effect on nourishing farmland than ash.

There is so much fat in human corpses that it is even fatter than pigs when cut into pieces. How to make better use of these oils is also a big problem. After the pig farm equipment is stained with human blood and human oil, it is also very difficult to determine whether the pork can be eaten in the future.

It leaves room for imagination.

In front of the captured veterans and their families, these brutal religious believers discussed with great interest how to deal with the dead and the vacant population quota. They were as excited as a group of simple children.

The gems found in the governor's daughter's room also became a topic of conversation.

Lan Ze specially sent it to Space City, and a set of tourmaline jewelry for his daughters as toys, as well as a beautiful doll that could be changed into clothes, all fell into their hands.

Religious believers deeply hate unbelieving girls. Their softness and beauty are the temptations of the devil. They use the "holy cream" squeezed out of their bodies to purify beautiful girls in an enlightening way.

Su Su and Xiu Xiu died with bruises and filth all over their bodies.

Even the dolls' clothes were looted. Because these exquisite little skirts can be worn by children of similar body size. They are very suitable for... solemn ceremonial moments.

The religious believer who fell behind the team had his trachea cut with a knife, making a faint sound in Douzi's arm. Douzi withdrew and pulled him into the back alley. He easily disassembled the captured military short-focus laser and put it away.

The battery was removed. The knife was inserted into the bottom of the excitation chamber and it clicked, destroying the whole thing.

The next group of religious believers appeared at the intersection of the same road half a second later.

The space for activities is getting smaller and smaller.

Douzi still had to wait for the airship to send a signal before he could evacuate one by one with his companions.

The group of religious believers looked around and slowly walked by. Douzi crawled with the corpse in the shadow above the dividing door high up in the back alley.

The last figure disappeared, and he immediately threw the body out. After waiting for two seconds, his partners heard knocking sounds one after another to indicate safe transfer, and then he turned over and escaped along the planned route.

Are there people on his route?

Men, women, old and young, all are religious, and there are no innocents in the space city.

Douzi used the most violent method to take a detour and turn back. He poked in the east and pulled in the west, leaving dead people next to him. He broke through the blockade and moved to another back alley.

Ever since he knew what happened to his sister, he had no mercy anymore.

A steady and honest middle-aged man, an honest and innocent young man. Under the skin of the painting, they are all perpetrators.

A lonely figure appeared in front of me again.

She is a tall woman.

Douzi stepped forward and covered her mouth. Just as he was about to use the knife, he suddenly realized that he recognized this woman.

After this second of hesitation, the woman blinked in his arms.

He was wearing a mask and was obviously recognized.

Douzi let go. He was not afraid of the slightest risk brought by the shouting.

"I am Teacher Wang. Zhang Langang, my home is here. Come in quickly."

After entering the house, Teacher Wang obviously relaxed.

"Company Commander, is my son okay?"

"He is safe." Douzi didn't say much.

Teacher Wang teaches physics at the university. Her second son, a soldier under Zhang Langang, is escorting the rescued personnel to evacuate.
Chapter completed!