On the north bank of Baiyue Strait and the northwest section of Chips Harbor, behind the one step wide trench is a three meter high earth wall, and in front is a fence wall made of sharpened wooden piles.
In the grass not far from the fence wall, there were many corpses lying on the ground.
Most of them are left by different species, and a few of them are unexpected players.
Looking at the dead bodies on the ground and the mud almost dyed red with blood, Irene suddenly said with a delicate expression when she turned off the rifle insurance.
"I always have an illusion."
Wang Fugui, the spirit standing by, looked at him.
"What does it feel like?" ...