The jeep of the "Old Tune Team" traveled through the mountains, along the barely preserved and poorly maintained highway, towards the southern strip.
Their destination is a place called "Tarnan".
This is the only foreign trade point set up by the "Mechanical Heaven", and only those who have gained their trust or can provide important strategic materials know about its existence, and Red Stone Collection and Weed City are one of them.
——The "rootless" business group whose main business is transportation does not have this qualification, because "Mechanical Paradise" may be the largest force with the least lack of transportation capacity.
Jiang Baimian and others were the trade representatives of Wild Grass City at this time, which was obtained through Xu Liyan, president of the Wild Grass City Branch of the Business Prospect Yao Brotherhood.
Before leaving the Red Stone Collection, they also asked the warning Song He for the status of the Red Stone Collection Trade Representative as a backup, so that Xu Liyan would not suddenly recognize Shang Jianyao, the brother.
Although for the sake of the face of "Pangu Biotechnology", Xu Liyan would not do anything to Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao, but he secretly sent a telegram to "Mechanical Heaven", saying that these four guys were liars, and they could still vent their inner dissatisfaction a little.
"I'm so hungry, I'm really hungry......" (Note 1: Quoted from Luo Tianyi's "Feeding Song")
The song played by Shang Jianyao's small speaker echoed in the jeep, causing Long Yuehong to almost have auditory hallucinations:
"I'm really thirsty, so thirsty, I'm really thirsty......"
They are now in a mountainous area, which is very water-scarce.
This is especially true in winter when rainfall is scarce.
A day ago, the "old tune team" drank the prepared water and never found a water source - they followed the traces to two places and finally confirmed that the corresponding areas were seriously polluted, and some indexes exceeded the standard by an unknown number of times.
By digging up the roots of some trees, Shang Jianyao and the others would not feel like their eyebrows were on fire, but this was only for a while and a half when they would not die of thirst.
"There should be water sources further on." Jiang Baimian observed the geographical environment outside the window and said in a more determined tone.
"Yes." Bai Chen agreed.
Huh, Long Yuehong breathed a sigh of relief.
He only now realized that the feeling of lack of water was more uncomfortable than facing the charging of fishmen and mountain monsters, the latter was only a few minutes, and the past would pass, and if he couldn't get through, he didn't have to worry about anything.
And the current state is a chronic torment.
- He didn't want to talk in order to reduce the volatilization of saliva.
Shang Jianyao, who was driving in rotation, was still in high spirits, except for his lips were a little dry, and he couldn't see any impact at all.
"Hey, I forgot to exchange for the Dragon King mask, otherwise I can still ask for rain." He expressed regret about this.
Since leaving the Red Stone Collection, the members of the "Old Tune Group" no longer wear masks habitually, only Shang Jianyao, who occasionally scares Long Yuehong with that vivid monkey face.
He would even shout "idiot" decently.
"The Dragon King makes it rain by himself, so you don't need to ask for it." Jiang Baimian corrected Shang Jianyao's mistake.
As he spoke, he bypassed the high cliff wall in front of him and entered a valley with brown soil that was a bit moist.
"Slow down." Jiang Baimian reminded, "The visibility here is not good, and I don't know what will happen after turning around."
Her and Shang Jianyao's inductions are limited by distance and are not omnipotent.
Shang Jianyao glanced at Jiang Baimian in the passenger seat, raised his foot on the accelerator, and slowed down the car.
He has always been good like a stream.
Slowly, the military green jeep crushed the dirt road and bypassed the rock wall.
Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian suddenly felt enlightened.
The first thing that caught their eye was a meandering stream, with gravel and pebbles coexisting in the stream, and the water body was exceptionally clear.
The creek is flanked by larger stones that are stuffed into the crevices of the sediment, outlining the main color of the surrounding area.
Further outside are standing trees, some of them withered, some still retaining a little green, sandwiching a road covered with dirt.
Then, Jiang Baimian's eyes turned and he saw dozens of people upstream of the creek, nearly a hundred meters away.
They are predominantly male, dressed in a variety of ways, and carry a wide range of weapons.
Jiang Baimian's eyes moved from the old padded jacket, dirty down jacket, and shiny leather jacket to the side of the road, and found many cars and tents.
Those armed men either slowly fetched water, or busily prepared lunch, or sat on the ground, talking and laughing loudly, or playing with women with their hands tied behind their backs, occasionally slapping several male captives who glared at them next to them.
"A group of robbers." Bai Chen, who was in the back seat of the jeep, looked at the windshield and expressed his judgment.
A large group of bandits who have just robbed a caravan or a wilderness wanderer settlement.
When the "old tune team" saw this bandit group, the members in charge of guarding the bandit group also discovered them.
"Boss, there is a new prey!" The black-haired and blue-eyed bandit excitedly reported to the leader.
After entering winter, the caravan decreased, and all settlements were closed again, and their harvest was insufficient, so they could only barely survive.
And today, perhaps because of the blessing of the New Year, they just tracked down a caravan in the morning, robbed a lot of supplies and people, and now they encountered a lone jeep crashing into the valley.
Their leader was a strong man in his thirties, nearly 1.75 meters tall, with long golden hair disheveled and a strong physique.
His eyes were very pale blue, his face was extremely rough, and he was wearing a helmet with horns on his head, and he didn't know which city he had dug out of the ruins.
Hearing his subordinates' report, the leader looked over there and laughed:
"It's like a weak and helpless lamb breaking into the lion's territory.
"Go, go and bring them back, and let me see what kind of travelers dare to cross Mount Chiral in winter."
This belongs to a section of the old mountain.
After a pause, the leader added:
"Go for four cars.
"They may just be the pathfinders of a caravan."
There may be many more vehicles, a lot of people, and a lot of weapons in the back.
"Yes, boss!" The black-haired and blue-eyed bandit responded loudly, and then began to greet his companions.
At this time, they saw the military green jeep reversing and abruptly exiting the valley.
The other party seemed so frightened that he had forgotten that the vehicle could still turn and turn around.
"Haha!" The robbers made various strange screams, brandished their weapons, and rushed into the intended vehicle.
They love this timid prey the most!
This often allows them to save a lot of bullets.
The vehicle started, and as it chased the target, the captured men and women withdrew their lost and desperate gazes.
They thought they would be saved.
Who knows, only one Jeep came.
It looks like it was just a squad of relic hunters passing by by chance and coming to fetch water.
With excited cheers, two off-road and two pickup trucks, with more than a dozen robbers, ran frantically to the corner, not wanting their prey to escape from sight.
As soon as the first car went around, the driver's gaze suddenly froze.
The military green jeep was quietly parked dozens of meters away, tilting its body like a short wall.
At the back of the jeep, a man who is not short is wearing a black metal skeleton with the assistance of his companions; On the side of the jeep, a slightly petite woman rests her rifle on the front cover; On the other side of the jeep, a woman wearing a gray camouflage uniform with a ponytail was half-squatting there, carrying a heavy individual bazooka on her shoulder.
Bazooka!
The pupils of the robber driver and his "passengers" in the first car suddenly dilate.
In the next second, the god of death spewed out fire.
Boom!
The bandit leader, who was waiting by the stream for his men to bring back his prey, had just lit a captured burnt yellow homemade cigarette when he heard a deafening sound.
Syllable!
Before the homemade cigarette reached his mouth, it fell to the ground.
In his eyes was a rapidly expanding fireball.
This crimson fireball instantly engulfed the pickup truck that rushed to the front and was about to turn.
This scene is imprinted in the hearts of all those who witnessed it like an oil painting.
Bang!
The off-road that rushed to second place failed to brake in time and crashed into a pickup truck that was already on fire.
Wow!
Its side glass shattered and a bullet went into the cab.
While the driver's blood was splattering, the bandit leader in the distance flashed a few ridiculous thoughts uncontrollably:
"Trap! It's a trap!
"We are surrounded!"
(End of this chapter)