Another day passed, in the morning, Han Wanghuo drove the tattered off-road vehicle to the hotel camp.
"This is all the 'mechanical heaven' information I can collect." He handed a stack of paper to Jiang Baimian, who was wearing a handsome monk's mask.
Jiang Baimian didn't look at it in a hurry, he just glanced at it and asked:
"Has Warning Song come to you?"
"We talked about it." Han Wanghuo nodded slightly, "But it's not necessary."
It can be seen that you are a person with a good idea and a strong will...... Jiang Baimian replied in his heart.
As she considered the language, Shang Jianyao had already interjected and asked:
"Where are you going next?"
"Why do you ask this?" Although Han Wanghuo was not a believer in a wary sect, he still instinctively asked a rhetorical question after being immersed in the Red Stone Collection for many years.
Moreover, not easily revealing one's whereabouts is also a habit of experienced relic hunters.
Shang Jianyao replied calmly:
"We want to observe you."
"Huh?" Han Wanghuo was a little confused.
Shang Jianyao further explained:
"As a friend, isn't it normal to observe your life and care about your condition?"
"Friend......" Han Wanghuo repeated this word in a low voice, seemingly very surprised.
After a few seconds, he laughed self-deprecatingly:
"I should go to the original city.
"There are more opportunities and a more complex environment that is more suitable for people like me."
Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:
"I heard that the Senate also has a sub-human army."
This army is hated, discriminated against and ostracized by the citizens of the "First City", and can only firmly cling to the people in charge of the Senate, otherwise once abandoned, they will either not be able to get out of the original city alive, or they will collectively "move" to the mining area.
The Senate ruler thus gained an army that was loyal, obedient, and combat-effective.
"It's none of my business." Han Wanghuo replied simply.
He then said:
"I should go."
"Go back to the original city to find you!" Shang Jianyao waved his right hand, looking reluctant.
Han Wanghuo took a few steps, thought for a while, paused, turned his head, and nodded invisibly:
"Goodbye."
"Goodbye." Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and Bai Chen all responded.
Han Wanghuo exhaled slowly, opened the door of the off-road vehicle, and entered the driver's seat.
He drove all the way west through the ruins of the city to an open area by the lake.
There are many target signs erected here, and a member of the famous town guard takes turns shooting at them.
In this process, they sometimes use a lying position, sometimes change to a squatting position, and sometimes change to a standing position, constantly improving their firearms level in different states.
Seeing Han Wanghuo get out of the car and come over, the members of the town guard in the rest area shouted at the same time:
"Team Han."
Some members speak the Red River language.
Han Wanghuo was stunned for a moment, then smiled slightly and said:
"How is it, how is the practice?"
He repeated his question again in the Red River language to show fairness.
The expressionless Tan Jie stepped forward two steps:
"During this period, everyone's level has improved a lot, so we still practice together and communicate with each other, which is more effective."
In the past three years, due to the contradictions between the Gray Whisperers and the Honghe people, as well as everyone's belief in vigilance and hiding, Han Wanghuo has exhausted all his efforts and failed to organize unified training.
After this attack by the fish-man and mountain monster coalition forces, the townspeople of Hongshiji seemed to be stimulated, no longer so extreme, and could barely get together and communicate while practicing.
Thanks to Han Wanghuo's concept of mixing the Gray Whispers and the Red River people, they relied on each other and helped each other in critical situations in the war, which finally brought a little trust.
Han Wanghuo smiled a little again:
"Not bad."
At this time, a brown-yellow-haired Red River man came out and said:
"Team Han, ammunition is tight now."
It's not that the town guards don't have enough ammunition, but they have to set aside a share of defense against the sudden attacks of the sub-human coalition and bandit gangs, and it is not enough to allocate it to live ammunition practice.
Han Wanghuo nodded slightly:
"Sent someone to Ankhbas, and he said he wanted to contribute to the town."
Hearing this, whether it was the Red River people or the Gray Whisperers, the members of the town guard present all laughed.
——Although Han Wanghuo only used the Honghe language this time, the gray speakers here can understand it more or less.
"Yes, Team Han!" After several members of the town guard laughed, they responded firmly.
After exchanging this matter, Han Wanghuo walked towards the shooting range, and Tan Jie followed him.
"After this time, they really recognized you as the captain. Your line of defense is the most tragic place." Tan Jie said a few words expressionlessly.
Han Wanghuo was silent and did not respond.
He walked all the way, and all the team members who had completed shooting practice turned their bodies and greeted him:
"Team Han."
"Team Han."
"Team Han."
……
Han Wanghuo came to the end and closed his eyes.
He turned around, looked up, and saw the Honghe people with different hair colors and the gray whispers with black hair and brown eyes gathered together. Although they are very unfamiliar with each other and have strong guards, they will exchange a few words from time to time.
Retracting his gaze, Han Wanghuo said to Tan Jie:
"Look at them."
"Okay." Tan Jie watched Han Wanghuo go around from outside the shooting range, walking towards his black off-road vehicle step by step.
After getting into the car, Han Wanghuo sat quietly for dozens of seconds before starting the car and driving to Hongshiji.
After entering the ground and parking the car, he looked ahead, took a silent breath, and exhaled slowly.
Then, he opened the door and got out of the car, entered the interior of the Red Stone Collection, and went down the escalator.
Passing by an advertising box left over from the old world, he curled his fingers and tapped the surface.
"Is there a situation?" In the echo of the dangdangdang movement, Han Wanghuo asked.
"No, it's normal." Inside the metal advertising box, a voice came out.
Han Wang got a "hmm":
"Remember to rest and take turns."
After saying that, he walked to the escalator leading to the lowest floor.
At this moment, the security officer in the metal advertising box added:
"Team Han, good morning!"
Han Wanghuo paused, turned around slowly, and said with a slight smile:
"Good morning."
The escalator began to descend, and Han Wanghuo arrived at the security station.
Weller was not there, and there were only two security guards hiding in the office.
Han Wanghuo walked to his desk, stared for a moment, and slowly took out a letter from his clothing pocket.
He solemnly put the letter on the table and pressed the cup without water on it.
His gaze immediately swept over the familiar tables, chairs, chandeliers, stationery and walls, very slowly and carefully.
Huh, he exhaled, turned his body, and walked out the door.
As he went up the escalator, Han Wanghuo raised his head and looked around the empty and deserted market town.
After leaving the market town, he drove the tattered off-road car all the way to the northwest of the ruins of the city.
I don't know how long it took, but the hills on the edge of the ruins came into his eyes.
Han Wanghuo reflexively stepped on the brakes and stopped off-road.
He sat in the driver's seat and looked into the rearview mirror.
In the rearview mirror, the edge of the ruined and silent city ruins is bathed in the winter sun near noon, as if dressed in a faint golden coat.
After watching for a while, Han Wanghuo retracted his gaze, touched the rifle beside him, and lifted his right foot to step on the brakes.
As the vehicle resumed, he saw intervals of hills and barren fields ahead.
The off-road vehicle Mercedes-Benz is on the uninhabited dust.
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After receiving the relevant information of "Mechanical Paradise", a group of four people from the "Old Tune Team" came to the Vigilance Church to say goodbye to Song He.
They attended the requiem ceremony held here last night to pray for those who died in previous wars.
The requiem ritual of the vigilant sect has no hiding link, but everyone wears masks, like a sad masquerade banquet.
Shang Jianyao was not disappointed by this, and participated in it very seriously.
After leaving the church and getting into the jeep, Long Yuehong was about to speak when she suddenly saw a few half-grown children playing on a nearby collapsed building.
There is Vierre with soft yellow hair.
"Hehe, I almost thought he was an adult." If it weren't for seeing such a scene, Long Yuehong would have forgotten Vier's age.
The big boy's mysterious whereabouts and quirky words always make people forget his age.
Moreover, he likes to see reality from the world of pipelines, and he has indeed shown maturity beyond his peers.
"This guy probably has some problems, but we are not local sheriffs, so if there is a problem, we have to investigate." Jiang Baimian laughed when he heard this.
At this time, Bai Chen started the jeep.
Shang Jianyao then turned his head and looked at the vigilant church, as if he was unwilling to leave.
"What are you still missing?" Jiang Baimian asked casually.
Shang Jianyao replied seriously:
"I haven't let the fishmen, mountain monsters, gray earth people, and Honghe people here live in peace."
Jiang Baimian was silent for a moment and said:
"This must first have time to settle, and Song Warning also has this intention.
"Besides, it's not that we don't come, when we go back from 'Mechanical Heaven', we still have to pass by here.
"At that time, you can do what you want to do according to the situation."
Shang Jianyao thought for a moment and suddenly became excited:
"Then I will say to everyone in the Redstone Collection:
"We're back again!"
They may not welcome ...... Long Yuehong scolded in her heart.
Because they had already packed their belongings, they did not return to the hotel camp and drove the jeep towards the south
Goal: "Mechanical Paradise".
…………
Outside the vigilant church, a boy about the age of Viyère sat on the edge of the collapsed building and complained:
"Why didn't you come when my father was buried? Are we still friends?"
This half-grown boy has dark green eyes.
Vier, who was also sitting on the edge of the collapsed building, pursed his mouth and said:
"It's not that you don't know, I don't like him very much. He always laughs at my height."
(End of this chapter)