This time, Long Yuehong didn't ask why, because he could also see that this matter was not so simple.
If there were simply two insiders who stole some military supplies, the "Salvation Army" would not pay so much attention to it, and sent telegrams to various border settlements and key posts, describing the appearance, height, and clothing of the wanted objects, and indicating what materials to be recovered.
"What could it be?" Bai Chen whispered to himself while driving.
Shang Jianyao guessed with great interest:
"Military exoskeleton device? The Salvation Army' excavated or developed a secret weapon by itself?"
"Is there such a possibility that military supplies are just a cover, an excuse, and something else is stolen?" Gnava's eyes flashed with red light.
Jiang Baimian made a nasal sound:
"This possibility cannot be ruled out.
"Oh, don't guess, if you don't have any clues, isn't this similar to making up your own story?"
"Yes, yes!" Echoed was Shang Jianyao.
He immediately retorted to himself:
"Isn't it emotional?"
"Hey, I've read too much Old World entertainment materials, and my vocabulary is rich." Jiang Baimian didn't care too much about whether the team members discussed or not, anyway, he was idle.
In this way, they followed the increasingly flatter road, and in less than an hour and a half, they completely drove out of the cloud mountains and entered a weedy and vast wilderness.
At this time, Ding Ling slowed down the car and waited until the jeep of the "old tune team" was level with herself before opening the window and saying:
"It will take at least eight hours to go to northern Wubei, we will find a settlement to rest later, and we will set off tomorrow morning, no problem, right?"
"No." Jiang Baimian shook his head at first, and then asked suspiciously, "It's only eight hours?"
She has seen the high-precision maps of the old world, and has also studied the rudimentary maps drawn by the ruins hunters of the current era, and feels that the distance from here to Wubei is similar to that of Wegrass City to Hongshiji.
Sensing Xue Shiyue's surprise, Ding Ling looked at the road in front of her and explained with a little pride:
"In the first 20 years of the new calendar, we completely repaired the main road from northern Wu to Yunshan, and it has been maintained over the years.
"From here to northern Wubei, except for a few places with serious pollution and many problems, you need to take a detour, and at other times you can just drive along the road.
"Li Ziren, one of the founders of our 'Salvation Army', once said that food is blood, industry is bones, and roads are the nerves that connect them all."
Slapping, Shang Jianyao applauded hard.
Jiang Baimian also truly felt the different temperament of the "Salvation Army" and other forces.
Although they are considered to have fallen, they are far superior to major forces such as the "First City" on the road to reconstruction.
In those places, similar words often appear:
"Anyway, many roads left over from the old world can barely be opened, so why not take a little detour in some places?"
"How can there be so many materials to build roads? Get more high-chassis vehicles, and it's not impossible to drive in the wilderness!"
"I'm still afraid that the road will be too well repaired, and it will be more convenient for the slave to run!"
To this day, only the inner streets of the major settlements and the roads leading to the surrounding estates have been renovated and often maintained, while other places, including wilderness outposts and border settlements, rely mainly on the remnants of the old world and the fairly flat wilderness.
Coupled with the existence of large areas of pollution, no man's land, and danger zones, as well as the impact of extreme weather, the time cost of people's travel has risen sharply.
"It is worthy of the 'Salvation Army'!" Jiang Baimian also praised.
It can be seen that Ding Ling and her subordinates are quite happy about this.
Regardless of whether they have fallen or not, they are still quite proud and empathetic to the past actions and achievements of the "Salvation Army".
At around 3 p.m., two cars arrived at a settlement.
It was rebuilt around a farm in the old world, and beyond the high walls, large fields were lush, waiting to be transformed into gold.
Relying on the aura of Ding Ling's "Salvation Army" senior soldier and captain of the border settlement, Jiang Baimian and others entered the settlement directly without a pass or letter of introduction, and followed to the oil depot in a remote place.
Ding Ling got out of the car and took out a rolled up white handkerchief from somewhere inside the black uniform.
She carefully unfolded her handkerchief, revealing a stack of small cards of different colors made of plastic inside.
"This is a 50-liter fuel ticket......" After a simple rummaging, Ding Ling unscrewed out a small light yellow plastic card.
Jiang Baimian noticed that the slightly transparent small card was printed with the words "standard gasoline", "50 liters", "material coordination committee system", etc., and also printed with an incomplete red official seal.
When the oil depot guard took the plastic card and began to refuel the green mountain bike, Shang Jianyao curiously leaned next to Ding Ling, looked at the plastic cards and said:
"This is the bill of your 'Salvation Army'?"
"Yes, there are oil tickets, pork tickets, beef tickets, mutton tickets, fish tickets, rice tickets, flour tickets, cloth tickets, garment tickets......" Ding Ling briefly introduced, "You'd better exchange materials for some bills in the future, so that it will be more convenient to replenish what you want."
"Oh, oh, oh." Shang Jianyao had a "I understand" expression.
Jiang Baimian took two steps forward and said with a smile:
"Why don't we change something from you first?"
"Okay." Ding Ling did not refuse, and even joked, "Just replace it with the canned sauerkraut and pork you ate yesterday, the taste yesterday made us so greedy that we kept swallowing our saliva!"
Jiang Baimian chuckled:
"This itself is produced by your 'Salvation Army', and it is smuggled across the border so that we have a chance to get ......."
As she spoke, she glanced at the expressions of Ding Ling and her subordinates and found that they didn't care too much about smuggling.
After negotiation, the "old tune team" exchanged the tired part of the canned food and biscuits for some bills, including pork tickets calculated in pounds.
Long Yuehong watched the whole transaction process and found that Ding Ling actually had a bill called "wood cutting ticket" in her hand.
"This is?" He pointed curiously.
Ding Ling looked down and laughed:
"All the resources of our 'Salvation Army' belong to the whole, and if you want to cut down trees and get some wood, you also need bills."
Shang Jianyao thought for a while, pointed to the solar charging panel on the roof of his jeep, and asked seriously:
"Do I need a bill to get solar energy?"
Burst...... Why don't you pay for sunbathing? Jiang Baimian sneered in his heart.
Ding Ling was obviously stunned for a moment when asked:
"No, that's not necessary."
After the mountain bike was refueled, Ding Ling and her subordinates led several members of the "Old Tune Team" to the campsite in the corner of the settlement.
On the way, they meet some men and women who appear to be relic hunters.
The reason why Jiang Baimian thinks they should be relic hunters is because their temperament is very different from the residents and soldiers of the settlement itself.
They were more loose, more unscrupulous, and didn't care about other people's eyes, and some of them even stood on the roof of the car, playing music, twisting their bodies, making Shang Jianyao's eyes light up.
It can be said that they are relic hunters, these are different from the existence west of Yunshan, they do not have the special temperament of combining depression and dullness and indulgence, and they do not look like they have suffered too much hunger and cold.
After parking the car at the campsite, Jiang Baimian found Ding Ling and her subordinates and pointed to those people:
"Are they relic hunters?"
"Hmm." Ding Ling nodded first, and then saw that Long Yuehong and the others had certain doubts on their faces, and explained with a smile, "In our 'Salvation Army', relic hunters are not something you can do if you want to."
"Huh?" Shang Jianyao responded cooperatively.
Of course, he was indeed curious.
"Except for children and the elderly, each of us in the 'Salvation Army' has their own positions and responsibilities. You may not believe it, but in our sphere of influence, there are no wilderness wanderers anywhere except for a few deep mountains and unexplored polluted areas." Ding Ling showed that innate pride again.
She elaborated:
"At the beginning, we didn't welcome this kind of profession at all, and some of the special teams were responsible for exploring ruins and collecting materials, but later, the population of the city increased, and the original positions gradually became insufficient to be distributed.
"Therefore, in our 'Salvation Army', if you want to be a relic hunter, you must be approved."
This...... Long Yuehong was eye-opener at first, but after thinking about it, she felt that this seemed to be no different from the company.
If he and Shang Jianyao and others had not been assigned to the Ministry of Security and approved to have a certain right to move freely outside, how could they have become relic hunters?
In addition, you can also use the Hunter Guild to obtain basic intelligence in various parts of the Ash Earth...... Jiang Baimian thinks about the changes in the "Salvation Army" from another perspective.
Ding Ling glanced at the relic hunters and said in a slightly complicated tone:
"These people now always like to laugh at us for being old-fashioned and conservative, but they don't want to think about who gave them a bite to eat when they didn't gain anything from exploration, and who made them not have to worry too much about robbers in the wild? It's their family, it's us regular soldiers!"
The captain's feelings seemed to be the same for several of her subordinates, and they nodded their heads one after another.
At this moment, several relic hunters ran out from somewhere in the settlement and shouted loudly:
"Those two insiders have clues!"
(End of this chapter)