Xiao Lin of the apocalypse system

Chapter 61

Taking advantage of the time to drink water, Liu Zhaodi quickly put two hands on Xiao Lin's head with her fingers, and neatly mixed the head with a ball.

When Xiao Lin finished drinking the water, Liu Zhaodi hadn't finished, so she moved impatiently.

"Don't move," Liu Zhaodi continued, taking the hair rope and tying it up, her voice was low but extremely firm, "Clean up and tidy up, let's see off Vice President Sun."

When it came to the last few words, Liu Zhaodi's voice had a strong nasal tone.

After hearing this, Xiao Lin didn't move, staring blankly ahead, letting the other party fiddle with him.

After combing her hair, Liu Zhaodi sniffed, turned around and straightened Xiao Lin's broken hair on her forehead, and took her hand, "Let's go."

The sky was gloomy, and the light rain was falling heavily, which made people's already dull mood even more uncomfortable.

The rain is not heavy, and basically no one has an umbrella.

It had been raining for an unknown amount of time, and many puddles had accumulated on the ground. With his head down, Xiao Lin could see his own reflection in the tiny water surface.

The rain continuously dripped down, and the water surface also splashed with circles of ripples, and the reflection was scattered and gradually blurred.

Xiao Lin raised his head and felt that, just like this shadow, something particularly important had disappeared.

Liu Zhaodi remained silent, and led Xiao Lin around a few turns, opened a large iron gate at the back of the base, and entered an unfamiliar area.

Going further inside, Xiao Lin gradually saw acquaintances, and of course there were also strangers.

Zhang Youguo, Wen Shufeng, and many fighters who vaguely remembered but could not name.

"They are all soldiers under Deputy Sun's command." Liu Zhaodi said hoarsely.

Xiao Lin blinked his eyes, didn't speak, just looked up at the huge blast furnace in front of him.

This is a military factory affiliated to the military region. Although the production line has stopped early, the equipment is still available.Zhang Youguo specially applied for a blast furnace, and they planned to cremate Sun Biao.

Infected people are generally incinerated, but everyone disagrees with Sun Biao's hasty treatment, and this result came about after discussion.

In the open space in front of the blast furnace, there was a steel wire bed covered with clean white sheets, on which Sun Biao lay quietly.

Someone had already tidied him up, and his exposed hands, feet and face were clean. Although there were some bruises, it didn't prevent everyone from seeing that this was a very handsome man before his death.

The tattered military uniforms have also been replaced by clean and tidy clothes, with very straight collars and trousers.

His hair was neatly combed, and the messy stubble of the past was also shaved clean, looking particularly good-looking.

Just the eyes, which can no longer be opened.

The leaders of the base believed that Sun Biao had made outstanding contributions to everyone, and not only agreed to the cremation application, but even prepared the ceremony with sincerity in a hasty manner.

Wang Zhen announced the result himself. Although strictly speaking, the meritorious service without the approval of the superior is not recognized, but at this moment, it has a deeper meaning.

Wang Zhen personally replaced Sun Biao with a new epaulette, then took a few steps back, "Salute!"

The fire had already been lit, and Xiao Lin stood there with a feeling of emptiness in his heart.

Just when everyone was worried about whether this thin little girl could bear it, Xiao Lin raised his hand and sent the wooden board carrying Sun Biao into the furnace.

The hot flames burned fiercely, and something wet slipped from Xiao Lin's eye sockets, and then evaporated instantly.

The fluffy rain is still falling slowly.

Liu Zhaodi, who was standing behind the tree, looked at the girl standing upright in front, not knowing what to say.

Tombstones that are so simple that they can't be simpler:

The wooden plank cut from the tree trunk has more than a dozen names headed by Sun Biao clearly engraved on it, all comrades who died in this mission.

That's it.

Although the rain was not heavy, Xiao Lin's clothes were all soaked through after a long time, and the thin material stuck to her body, making the little girl look thinner and weaker.

Liu Zhaodi looked at her thin back quietly, her eyes were extremely sore.

The always strong little girl just stood there, her back was so lonely.She seemed to be overwhelmed, and any more would have sent the poor child crashing down.

(End of this chapter)