When the battle was completely over and the gunfire stopped, a faint glow of morning glow hung on the distant horizon.

The snow did not stop and was still falling slowly from high in the sky.

The dawn gradually rises in the horizon, imprinting the tops of the snow-capped mountains with a golden color that seems to be burning.

The black smoke on the top of the platform had burned out long ago, and there was black ash scattered by the wind everywhere.

The survivors who survived collapsed on the ground, hugging each other and crying, or staring blankly at the sky.

Of course, there are others who are holding the cold bodies of their loved ones, with tears constantly pouring out of the corners of their eyes.

There is no doubt that this was a brutal battle.

Although the narrow and winding cave passage hinders the pursuit of the radiation beast, it also adds a lot of difficulty to the rescue team behind.

Especially when the gunfire started to sound, the radiation beast on top almost subconsciously rioted.

There were several waves that almost broke through the survivors' defense and came to the platform to kill them.

Fortunately, the guards finally understood the signs engraved on the wall, otherwise by the time they found their way to the platform, the survivors on it would have already penetrated the defense line.

"It's over, everything is over."

Holding his sister Lin Yin in his arms, Lin Cheng forced a smile on his bloody face and hid his left arm behind his back.

However, a gust of cold wind blew by, and the severe pain made him take a breath involuntarily.

"Brother, let me see your wound quickly."

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury."

Unable to resist Lin Yin's persistence, Lin Cheng had no choice but to hand out his left hand.

About four or five centimeters upward from the wrist, a long and narrow opening extends to the triceps brachii muscle under the upper arm.

The length of the wound was more than twenty centimeters. The shallowest part only turned up the flesh, but the deepest part could still see the dark white bones underneath.

Without wearing protective gear, you will be faced with radiation beasts whose body parts may be weapons.

In most cases, humans can only win the battle by exchanging injuries for injuries and fighting hard.

Whenever there is a trace of hesitation or the thought of not wanting to get hurt appears in my mind.

What you get in exchange is very likely not to be intact, but to become a cold corpse forever.

Obviously Lin Yin also knew this. After confirming that the wound on Lin Cheng's left arm had stopped bleeding under the influence of the styptic powder, she gradually felt relieved.

"It's harmful, I said. You don't even care about me?"

Cheng Fei, who was still lying on the ground, wailed, holding his stomach and pretending to be ashen-faced.

Through the clothes, you can see large areas of burn-like blisters evenly distributed, which is very scary.

"Didn't you just get splashed by the fire spider's venom? Look at your worthless appearance."

"Here, I'll give you the cooling powder. Apply it yourself."

Although she was complaining, Lin Yin quickly took out a packet of medicinal powder from her bag.

If these injuries were present on Earth, they would definitely be fatal injuries that would frighten people to death, and each of them would be enough to be put into the emergency room.

But in the wasteland, it can only be regarded as yes.

Yeah, a small injury.

After surviving the early days of the wasteland, the survivors now have a unified understanding. Putting aside the subsequent infection problem, any injuries that are not immediately life-threatening can only be called minor injuries.

And it happens to be winter now, so there is no need to worry about the risk of infection in a short period of time.

Furthermore, didn’t the previous rescue service also include medical services?

As the saying goes, you don’t have to worry if you have too much debt. If you already owe so much, it doesn’t matter if you owe more.

With this thought to comfort themselves, several people looked at the cave entrance to the top platform.

Sure enough, figures in black clothes holding guns began to flash over there.

"Who are you?"

Some people who were not afraid of death had already come close to him, and they had the courage to shout and ask.

At the same time, this shouting also attracted the attention of most survivors on the platform.

Everyone looked at this group of vicious men who easily slaughtered hundreds of radioactive beasts with curiosity and fear in their eyes.

The black and blue uniform seemed to be made of waterproof material and was not stained with the blood of the Radiant Beast.

All that's left in the package is a pair of eye masks, paired with a fully-packaged explosion-proof helmet, which is full of professionalism.

Coupled with the sharp-looking guns, many people were frightened and quickly lowered their heads as soon as they looked at it.

"Didn't you send the call for help?" a small guard in the team muttered.

The sound was very small, but it was clearly heard by several people around him.

For a while, the scene became a little quieter, but fortunately Xiao Yang stood up in time.

"Ahem, we are from the Tianyuan territory, and we are the Tianyuan search and rescue team that is responsible for rescue."

"The signal just now was sent by you, right?"

Signaling the guard behind him to pull out a leaflet and hand it out, Xiao Yang took out a small notebook from his pocket.

After a few strokes of writing with a brush, a simple bill was completed.

"This is the bill for this rescue. Whoever takes the lead here should sign for it first."

"The one who took the lead?"

As soon as they heard the bill, the survivors on the platform suddenly became commotion.

There was obvious hesitation and fear in some people's eyes.

In the wasteland, materials can be linked to life in a certain sense.

Only a few people heard the previous broadcast, and no specific rescue price was communicated to others.

If the other party offers a sky-high price.

"Where's Uncle Liu? Let Uncle Liu go take a look."

"Uncle Liu is dead."

The regrettable news came from the corner, but no one could care about sighing at this moment.

Whenever there is a fight, anyone can die.

The living people can only inherit the will of the dead and continue to walk firmly in this wasteland.

"I'll do it."

Limping over, Lin Cheng took the bill in his hand.

Several other men around him originally wanted to say something, but in the end they could only hang their heads in understanding.

Taking the bill means being responsible for all the remaining survivors present.

Along the way, they had seen too many small groups bound by responsibilities.

"The price of squadron-level military support is... one thousand Tianyuan copper coins."

"Eighty-six kilometers of mid-range support. The price is. Two hundred days of copper coins."

"Extra ammunition consumption. Sixty days of copper coins."

"Sorry, we may not have the currency to pay for the rescue in this Tianyuan copper coin."

Lin Cheng read a few words and simply told the truth.

"We are survivors from the deep sea. Please give us a price we can understand."

"If we can, we will definitely not default on the debt."

"Very good." Xiao Yang nodded lightly, satisfied with Lin Cheng's attitude: "In our Tianyuan territory, one Tianyuan copper coin is equivalent to 10 Tianyuan iron coins. In terms of a price you can understand.

It's winter now, and the price of each kilogram of grain in the territory is 3.5 iron coins. One copper coin can buy about 3 kilograms of grain."

"What?!"

In an instant, there were shouts of surprise in the field, and Lin Chengdu took half a step back.

Are you sure this isn't a money grab?

One copper coin can be exchanged for 3 kilograms of grain, which means a thousand copper coins are needed for squadron-level rescue.

Doesn’t this cost 3,000 kilograms of grain?

"I'm sorry, we really don't have so many supplies to pay for it."

"It doesn't affect."

"Didn't we say on the radio that if you can't pay, we also offer a variety of other payment methods, including loans."

Glancing at the survivor group of at least 150 people in the field, Xiao Yang laughed.
To be continued...