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"Name, age, reason for staying in Fengdu City, whether there are any relatives in other main cities."

"My name is Lai Zhiwei, 52 years old, my legs and feet are not in good condition, when the city was attacked, I was afraid of dying on the road, so I hid in a cellar in Fengdu City. I also have a younger brother in Yaoguang City, named Lai Zhibin."

Several staff members of the Demon Slayer Department questioned the refugees' identities and recorded them in detail.

A dozen refugees lined up in a long line, looking at the fully armed soldiers around them with some trepidation, and answered the questions honestly.

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As a patrol member escorting them back, Guan Shan stood quietly by the side, carefully identifying each refugee, confirming that they were the same group returning to Liming City, and there were no strangers who mixed in halfway.

In fact, there was little point in doing this. The situation was urgent at the time, and he could not take a closer look, but the rules were like this, so he could only do it.

The patrol team was full of wounded soldiers, and the only healthy ones were Yang Chao and Guan Shan.

Yang Chao had to accompany his teammates, so Guan Shan had to stay.

The refugees lined up in an orderly manner, introducing themselves one by one, and soon it was the turn of the girl holding the pottery jar.

"Name, age, reason for staying in Fengdu City, and whether there are any relatives in other main cities."

"My name is Tang Bao, 13 years old, from Yaoguang City, I came to Fengdu City with my parents seven years ago to do business. When the city was broken, my mother was seriously ill and was in the hospital. My father and I stayed to take care of her, so we couldn't evacuate."

"My mother, died..."

"Dad..." Tang Bao's eyes suddenly turned red, her chest rose and fell rapidly, and she choked and said, "This is, my father..."

The blood-stained pottery jar did not contain ashes, but two pieces of broken skulls.

In Fengdu City, the human race is not even as good as ants, and even cremating parents is a luxury.

Tang Bao hugged the pottery jar tightly in her arms, and her body trembled slightly.

She murmured, "I have no other relatives..."

"No more..."

The girl's voice was painful and desperate.

Everyone present was stunned.

Even those staff who were used to seeing the miserable plight of refugees could not bear to turn their heads away.

In the suffocating silence.

Only the girl's intermittent sobbing echoed in the air.

Guan Shan seemed to see a familiar figure in the girl...

The same despair and helplessness, the same loss of everything...

He subconsciously clenched his fists, blood slowly flowed from his fingers, but still could not calm the anger in his heart.

Guan Shan took a deep breath, walked to Tang Bao's side, and said in a voice as gentle as possible, "Don't blame yourself..."

"Benefactor..."

Tang Bao was startled, slowly raised his head, and on his thin and yellow face, two tear marks were slowly sliding down his cheeks.

"I know what you're thinking... But don't blame yourself..." Guan Shan's voice trembled a little, "It was never you who was to blame."

"It was those demons who were to blame."

"One day..."

"We will definitely kill them all!"

"Leave no one alive!"

Tang Bao choked up and looked at Guan Shan. This young man, like a life-saving straw, appeared in front of her before she was about to be swallowed by the tide.

The girl opened her mouth several times, but couldn't make any sound. She could only tremble and nodded, holding the pottery jar in her arms more tightly.

The refugee team moved forward slowly, and everyone's story was different.

But they were all the same.

Looking at the refugee team that was slowly walking away, Guan Shan took a deep breath and exhaled with difficulty.

As long as the demons are not destroyed, these things will continue to happen.

There will never be a day when it ends.

......

In the medical class ward.

All the teammates in Class 197 have woken up.

According to Meng Tuo, it was a miracle that no one died this time.

Qiao Jiang was more concerned about how much military merit he could get after completing this job.

"We killed a whole team of scouts this time, at least 500 military merits per person, enough for you to eat for a semester."

Meng Tuo was in a good mood after escaping death this time, and said jokingly.

"And according to the regulations, you can at least get a second-class medal. You will understand when you officially join the Demon Slayer Division in the future."

"Second-class medals are all won at the cost of life, and they are very valuable."

"How much chicken leg rice can you get in exchange?" Qiao Xiaohui sat up excitedly, but the movement was too big and pulled the wound, and she fell down again with a "wow".

"Haha~ I don't know, no one has ever exchanged it for a second-class medal, I guess it can be exchanged for a lot." Meng Tuo laughed.

"A big harvest, a big harvest, it's really good at the front line!"

Liang Yuxin's tears of happiness slid down the corners of her mouth, her eyes full of expectations.

Even Wang Sheng, who was originally depressed, was excited when he heard the number of military merits.

Looking at a group of excited recruits, Meng Tuo nodded with some relief.

The rules of the military academy are indeed cruel, but they are also effective.

Most of the recruits, after experiencing actual combat and life and death, almost all fell into depression.

They even need psychological counseling from professionals.

Only the students in the military academy are indifferent to life and death, and they will fight if they don't agree.

Each student who graduates from the military academy may have differences in strength, but absolutely none of them is afraid of death.

Such people are also the most comfortable in the army.

Everyone knows that you can leave your back to the military school students. They will never leave you and escape alone, but will only fight to the death.

Until the last drop of blood is shed.

"Speaking of which, where is Yang Chao?" Qiao Xiaohui was the last to wake up, and she didn't seem to see Yang Chao.

"He went to get us food. He should be back soon. I ordered chicken drumstick rice for you~" When the food was mentioned, Qiao Jiang's eyes suddenly flashed.

Outside the medical ward.

Yang Chao was rushing to the ward carrying lunch boxes for 10 people.

"Master Yang, wait a moment."

A middle-aged man seemed to have been waiting for a long time. As soon as he saw Yang Chao, he greeted him enthusiastically.

"Uncle Liu..." Yang Chao stopped and looked at Liu Biao with some confusion, "My brother has also come to the front?"

As a close confidant of Yang Guangxu, Liu Biao would follow him closely under normal circumstances and rarely act alone.

"The Pavilion Master is not here. The materials transported to the front line this time are more important, so the Pavilion Master specially sent me to follow him all the way for fear of something going wrong." Liu Biao wanted to reach out and take the lunch box from Yang Chao's hand, but he refused. .

"Okay, Uncle Liu, thank you for your hard work. My teammates are still waiting for me to deliver food, so I won't talk for now. If you have anything else, we'll talk about it later." Yang Chao said and wanted to rush to the ward.

"Master Yang!"

"When I came here this time, the Pavilion Master specially told me something, and he asked me to convey it to you."

Liu Biao trotted all the way to catch up with Yang Chao and whispered.

Yang Chao knew that it would definitely not be a trivial matter that allowed Liu Biao to speak in person, and he suddenly looked stern and said, "Just tell me."

Liu Biao glanced around and confirmed that no one was nearby, then whispered, "The frontline may be unstable in the recent period, please be sure to pay attention to safety."

Yang Chao frowned, chewing his brother's words carefully in his heart, and his face gradually became serious.