The patriot died.

It was like a dry wasteland under the autumn wind, someone threw a match on the yellow grass.

In an instant, the blazing flames illuminated the entire sky.

These five short words spread like lightning in the core city, spreading and reaching everyone's ears. The refugees struggling in the dark storage areas, the soldiers patrolling the roads

Those integration movements stationed in the strongholds all put down their work at the same time and looked at the people beside them in confusion.

It seems like living in a dream.

"patriot……"

Anfiya stood in front of the tent door and looked up slightly at the sky. The slowly falling snowflakes could not cover the confusion in her eyes. At this moment, she stood here as if she had lost her soul, like a walking corpse.

"Die, right?"

As if she was questioning, these two words were slowly spit out of her mouth, but the response she received was the camp that was as quiet as death.

Everyone was shocked and there was no reaction.

Leonid got up from the bed and put on a hood. At the same time, he patted Ye Feim, who was sitting on another bed, and pointed to Anfia's back at the door.

"You go and protect her."

As an old fox with a deep scheming experience, Leonid understood the bad things inside the movement, and knew how important the Patriots were to this team.

He was like a Dinghai Shen Needle, suppressing most of the darkness in the integration movement with his own strength, making them dare to do evil in places that the guerrillas cannot take care of, but they dare not be too presumptuous, otherwise the guerrillas would look for it.

Come to the door.

In the past, no matter how unfavorable those people didn't like the Patriots and the Guerrillas, they wouldn't dare to attack them. At most, they could curse them privately. After all, they could not beat these fully armed guys, let alone the long halberd and shield.

But at this moment, the Patriots sacrificed. This most solid and critical nail was broken, and a new storm would inevitably set off inside the integration movement. At this time, Leonid could even imagine that the integration movement would be integrated in a few minutes.

The chaos of the civil war, and the third party forces hiding under the white uniform waiting for an opportunity.

It's not Rhode Island, but from the cold north.

They are also the reason why Leonid has been lurking in the integration movement for so long but still dare not make any big moves.

But now...

Rhode Island enters the core area, Patriots are killed, and the integration movement is about to disappear. It is time for those guys hiding in the crowd to act.

Put their fox tails...

Took it out.

"The patriot died?"

Ye Feim seemed not to hear Leonid's words, but moved his dull gaze to him and repeated these five words again, with the expression on his face as ugly as if he had seen a ghost.

In the tent, some integrated sports soldiers were already whispering.

The green eyes scanned the surrounding environment without any trace. Leonid raised his hand and slapped the silly boy in front of him. Ye Feim was awakened by the pain and covered his arm with a whistle.

The expression on his face also became lively.

"What are you doing!"

Anger is filled with grievance, and the latter has more components.

"well."

Responding to him was the man's sigh of regret. Leonid leaned forward slightly, staring at Ye Feim like a beast, and lowered his voice.

"No matter what happens, you can't leave Ampia and understand in one step?"

"ah?"

It was obvious that he did not understand the meaning of this sentence.

Leonid suddenly felt that if he hadn't been this stupid boy, he might not have lived to this day.

"Just be obedient."

He pulled Ye Feim out of the bed and walked behind An Feiya.

"It started to mess in a while. Most of the people in this stronghold were standing on the guerrilla side, but there were also a few stubborn bad guys..."

At the entrance of the stronghold not far away, a tall figure appeared there. He was wearing a thick protective suit and a square shield tied to his arm. His steps were rapid but steady. He soon walked to the center of the open space of the stronghold.

It attracted the attention of the entire stronghold.

This is the Guerrilla Shield Guard, and he came to inform the people in this stronghold.

"Look."

Leonid raised his chin towards the shield guard.

"If I guess correctly, what he is going to announce next will definitely surprise you."

Almost all the people in the stronghold surrounded him, eager to learn the authenticity of the news from Shield Guard. Anfiya squeezed through the crowd, stood on the outermost side of everyone, and looked directly at Shield Guard's eyes. Ye

Feim followed, squeezed beside Ampia, guarding against her brothers and sisters around her.

There were only a few people in the entire stronghold standing there, including Leonid. He glanced at the surrounding environment, returned to the tent, and removed the curtain.

At the same time, the crowd exclaimed.

"What...what?"

"The Patriots are really dead?"

Many people squeezed in front of the shield guards, looking in disbelief. If they were just confused just now, they would be confused and angry.

During this time in Chernobberg, probably only the Patriot and his Shield Guards had vented to the city and the innocent people to the point of being the first to be called the infected.

The anger that I have nowhere to rest.

Later, some people woke up and began to change, no longer mingled with the thugs, but were also excluded by those people. During this post-war period, these sober integration movements were basically guerillas and patriotism.

The help of the people, in their eyes, Wendigo, who looked terrifying, was the most worthy of relying on and respecting warrior, even surpassing Talula, the leader of the integration movement.

In fact, many people have become dissatisfied with Talula, not only because of the willful acts of the Sakaz mercenaries, but also the slogans that she had not realized at all.

Psychologically, the integration movement has long fallen apart, and there is only one strong external factor.

Now that the patriots are dead, they cannot accept it, there will definitely be someone paying for this anger.

"The Patriot is dead!"

The soldier who came with the Shield Guard repeated this fact again, looking excited.

"The patriots who really want to integrate the movement and fight for us are dead!"

There was another riot.

Among the crowd, two integrated sports soldiers looked at each other without saying a word. They looked coldly at the people around them in high spirits, as if they were looking at corpses.

“Talura leads the conspiracy against the Patriots…”

The heavy voice of the shield guards came from the helmet, saying words that shocked them again.

"Talura is Usas's spy!"

But this time the shield guard received no positive response.

The gathered crowd suddenly became cold. They looked at each other, their eyes filled with confusion again.

Talula Usas's spy?

Our leader is Usas's spy? Did she kill the Patriots?

How is this possible??

"Who will believe your nonsense!"

It is impossible to convince everyone by just one or two words, unless there is a tangible evidence.

Some people's objections were also expected by Shield Guard.

"No……"

But this person who stood up and opposed it was immediately refuted by others.

“Talura is strange.”

An integrated sports warlock spoke, his voice hesitant. Everyone's eyes were on her, and she seemed to be thinking about whether she should say it.

"She issued an order a long time ago to prevent us from maintaining communication in the city..."

The voice was hesitant and not very convincing. It was soon overwhelmed by the voice of the soldier just now.

"Can this be considered evidence!"

The silence of death spread in the crowd and was soon replaced by a small voice. The soldier who spoke for Talula looked at the family members beside him, widened his eyes and raised his head, full of sharpness.

"Where is the dragon gate?"

But there are always people who will come forward and expose the lies.

Anfia raised her head, her azure eyes met his sharp gaze without any fear.
To be continued...