I, Tokisaki Kurumi, a Wanderer

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The black and blood-colored Gothic dress was immediately worn on her body, and the girl's white shoulders shone like pearls under the starry night.

it's not finished yet.

"Zafkiel!"

click-

The sound of the pointer turning.

Following Kurumi's call, a huge golden clock more than twice her height emerged from the black and red shadow and materialized behind her.

A looted steam rifle was held by her with one hand and pointed at 【II】.

"Bet - Bullets of the Second"

Black and red shadows poured into the muzzle, and Kurumi pulled the trigger on the swirling leaves by the roadside.

As if pressing slow down, the leaf glowed with a strange light and shadow, and then slowly fell at an extremely unscientific speed.

At the same time, the steam rifle in Kurumi's hands seemed to have endured an unbearable force, swelled and split from the barrel, and then was completely scrapped.

Emperor Keke can use it, and Kuang San seems to have taken a reassurance.

He casually threw the damaged guns by the side of the road, and Kurumi sank into the shadows.

Today... let Moyusan hold the nameless.

Well, it's time to feed the kittens.

Dawn broke, and it was the seventh day of Wen Yue.

The Iron Fortress gradually drove away from the forest, and large tracts of abandoned farmland began to appear on both sides of the railway tracks.

There is no safe place to farm, and things like rice have almost become food that only exists in memory.

As it got closer and closer to the Japanese station, the people in Jiatiecheng became more and more nervous. They prayed that the Japanese station was not captured.

Although there is enough food, if all three consecutive post cities are engulfed by the flood tide in Kabane, the blow to morale will be too serious.

The warm summer sun has risen, and most of the people are standing on the corridors on both sides of the armored iron city, trying their best to look into the distance.

And standing on the top of the car are the leaders who decide the whole armored city.

Even Wuming looked at the hillside with some anticipation. This morning, the third sister Kuang didn't know why she was suddenly generous, and she was fed her full stomach, and asked only to kiss the third sister.

Anonymous was very relieved.

"Sister Kuang... You said, will the Japanese station be safe?"

"Yes." Kurumi replied directly.

"I hope so." Lying on the railing, Wuming had some expectations.

Of course, the Japanese station did not fall, and Kuang San knew it very well.Now there is a clone chasing other people's cats in the Japanese station, how could she not know.

Over the last high slope, the field of vision suddenly became wider.

Behind a long green river, there is a mountain city surrounded by high walls - Japanese Culture Station.

"How about this time...is it the living Yicheng?" Everyone was extremely nervous.

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woo woo woo woo----

The steam whistle of the Iron City made a loud and distant sound, and everyone was looking forward to it, waiting, and looking at the Japanese station.

Ka Ka Ka Ka ————

Accompanied by the whistle of the Iron Fortress, the same long response came back from the city wall of the Japanese Culture Station.

The rather unpleasant voice was so pleasant to the ears of everyone, and for a time, the armored iron city cheered.

"Great..."

"It's a living Yicheng..."

"That's great."

Wenyue [-]th night.

Tanabata.

A long-lost carnival ushered in the Iron Fortress.

Ask your ass for a monthly pass! No. 31 was kicked off the list by the big guy...wow QAQ in my heart is super bitter.

Chapter 28 The ceremony of Qixi Festival, the blade of the unknown soldier

The Iron Fortress was connected to the review box of the Wawen Station, and the local samurai stood guard in the station.