"There is a boat." As a sniper of the group, a human who has been genetically modified accordingly, Bai Chen's ability to observe distant situations is only inferior to that of Gnava.
When Jiang Baimian heard this, he took off the telescope from his armament belt and brought it in front of him.
Soon, the two of them saw clearly the black spot that Bai Chen was referring to.
It was indeed a ship, a ship made of steel but quite rudimentary.
There are many humans on each boat, some of whom have intact legs, but they can only crawl on the deck, casting fishing nets in different directions, some with pointed heads, shaking, doing some very simple work, and some with extra limbs, busy maneuvering the boat.
For a team like the "Old Tune Group" that has seen and experienced too much on the dust, those human characteristics are so distinct that they can recognize them at a glance.
Deformity!
This is similar to the second person, it is a tragedy caused by various pollution, and what is even worse for the deformed is that the changes in their bodies are basically useless, and they are different, making it difficult to form a stable group.
They are like the disabled among humans, in the ashes where many people starve to death every year, it is difficult to find a place willing to accept them, and they can only wait to be eliminated by nature like some creatures in evolution.
The former "Salvation Army" did not give up on them without discrimination, but later due to food problems, they no longer accepted new ones.
Today, except for some heavy radiation areas, such people are no longer visible.
"I didn't expect that there were still many deformed people living on this big lake." Jiang Baimian sighed while observing, "They seem to make a living from fishing."
Shang Jianyao held the telescope in one hand and rubbed his chin with the other:
"The question is, where does their ship get the oil?"
Some of these deformed people can read old-world books, are self-taught, and have mastered the skills to repair and maintain those ships, which is possible, but humans cannot rub fuel with their hands and live out of nothing.
"There should be many islands in such a large lake, and maybe one or more of them have oil depots built on them, and there are a lot of reserves." Jiang Baimian said casually, "It may also be that caravans come here regularly to exchange fuel for special products."
She put down the telescope, hung it back on her armament belt, and looked around and said:
"Let's hurry a little further and not disturb these poor people."
This is one reason, and on the other hand, the fish in this large lake are polluted and severely distorted, and even if the "old tune team" stays, they do not dare to taste "local food" to reduce the consumption of materials.
Long Yuehong and others had no objection.
The jeep of the "Old Tune Team" drove north along the good and bad road by the lake for nearly an hour, and accidentally found a rest stop with a gas station next to a wide road in the old world.
The houses at this rest point are quite well repaired, and there are even lights shining from the windows, dispelling the darkness of the evening.
In the old world, similar rest points must have a large parking lot, and this one is no exception, now there are five or six cars sparsely filling that open area.
"Why do you feel like you're back in the hinterland of the 'Salvation Army'?" Long Yuehong, who was driving in rotation, said with a slight surprise.
Jiang Baimian, who had always been sympathetic to the team members, had already sat in the back row at this time, and she looked at the scene outside the window and said:
"It's even a bit like some scenes in old world entertainment materials."
After driving on the highway for a long time, I finally came across a rest spot with a gas station, a parking lot, a rest area, and various food and goods for sale......
Bai Chen pointed to the other side of the co-pilot:
"This place seems to belong to the 'Salvation Army'."
"Really?" Jiang Baimian did not try to cross Gnawa and Shang Jianyao to observe the situation on the opposite side, but patiently waited for Long Yuehong to hit the steering wheel.
She then saw four people in black "Salvation Army" uniforms patrolling the entrance and parking lot area of the rest stop.
These people are either carrying "Red Maple Forest" assault rifles produced by the "Salvation Army", or holding the more common "short-necked" submachine guns on the gray soil.
"Didn't you say that the 'Salvation Army' didn't actually control the ice field?" Long Yuehong said suspiciously.
In other words, the "Salvation Army" only sends people to the ice fields on a large scale every summer to search for supplies and hunt wild animals, and does not establish long-term settlements.
Shang Jianyao sneered:
"There are exceptions to everything, just like you have been genetically modified to only ...... 1.75 meters."
"You'll know if you ask later." Bai Chen interrupted Shang Jianyao's "chanting".
After the "old tune team" parked the jeep, based on their unfamiliarity with this rest point, they left Gnawa behind to guard the vehicle.
Shang Jianyao went straight to a group of soldiers on patrol, ready to press his hand on his chest and shout "For all mankind", but one of the targets preemptively pointed to the connected houses in the rest area with his elbow:
"If you have any questions, go in and ask."
His implication was not to interfere with his patrol and distract the guards.
"Okay." In the face of the "Salvation Army", Shang Jianyao was still quite polite.
Entering the door of the house, Jiang Baimian and the others' eyes lit up.
In the roar of the fuel generator, the energy-saving lamps emitted a white light, illuminating the neatly arranged dining table.
There were tables for 4 people, but some were grouped together with 7 or 8 people sitting around.
Near the entrance of the hall, there was a counter, and behind it stood a gray man who was not tall but wide, with an ordinary appearance.
He was also wearing the black uniform of the "Salvation Army", with a black 7 pinned to his waist.
"Do you want to see the pass?" Shang Jianyao asked familiarly.
The man was stunned for a moment:
"If you have one."
Jiang Baimian immediately handed over the pass that Hong Guangming had issued.
The ordinary-looking man stretched out his hand to take it and glanced at it casually.
"This pass does not include intelligent robots.
"When the corresponding four personnel enter the settlement, they are not allowed to carry heavy weapons, high-tech equipment, or crates."
Belch...... The man raised his head and looked at Jiang Baimian and the others in surprise and solemnity.
He interpreted the two contents attached to the pass from another perspective:
The team on the opposite side really has intelligent robots, heavy weapons, and high-tech equipment instead of equipment.
"We didn't bring anything and didn't carry a crate." Jiang Baimian smiled.
Compared with the Honghe people, her appearance was more in line with the aesthetics of the gray people, and the man was stunned for a moment before saying:
"If you meet the requirements of the pass, you can enter the Beian Lake rest point."
"Are you really from the 'Salvation Army'?" Long Yuehong asked curiously.
The man nodded, stretched out his right hand, pressed his left chest and said:
"Yes.
"But for you, isn't it meaningless, aren't we from the 'Salvation Army', why don't you rest here tonight to replenish fuel and other supplies?"
"There is also a difference between civilized and uncivilized supplements." Bai Chen replied simply.
Uncivilized refers to direct robbery.
The man was speechless.
It took a few seconds for him to smile
"You can try."
He looked quite confident.
"Really?" Shang Jianyao was eager to try.
Jiang Baimian took a step diagonally, stood in front of this guy, and said with a smile:
"We just wondered how there could be a 'Salvation Army' rest point on the ice field.
"By the way, what do you call it?"
The man muttered:
"Chang Haijiang."
He paused and said:
"Similar rest points, our 'Salvation Army' has also rebuilt a lot on the ice field, mainly for our teams to rest and replenish themselves.
"You don't think that only in summer do our 'Salvation Army' send people to the ice field, right?"
That's what I think...... Long Yuehong was suddenly a little embarrassed.
Chang Haijiang pointed to the north:
"To put it simply, we have established several ice sheet meteorological observation and research stations, which are stationed all year round.
"Climate change in the ice field indirectly affects the grain harvest in the north of our 'Salvation Army'."
Slapping, Shang Jianyao clapped his hands.
Jiang Baimian's heart moved, he took off his tactical backpack, found a photo, and handed it to Chang Haijiang:
"Have you ever seen this person?"
The photo is Ding Ling's husband Ji Qiang.
Although Ding Ling did not have extra photos, the "old tune team" had a gnava, who completed the scanning and established electronic data at that time.
Chang Haijiang took the photo and looked at it for a while:
"I haven't seen it. What are you doing?"
"The people who do scientific research are also from your 'Salvation Army', who went to Bingyuan two years ago and never went back." Jiang Baimian explained simply, "We were entrusted by our family to come to the ice plains to find him."
"Two years?" Chang Haijiang moved his eyebrows, "Didn't his unit give a death notice?"
"I don't know much about this, maybe the family is still unwilling to accept it and doesn't want to give up." Jiang Baimian opened his mouth and came.
Chang Haijiang agreed with this explanation, nodded and said:
"Well, the habit of our gray people is to see people in life and corpses when they die."
He looked at the photo carefully for a while:
"I don't have any impression."
Just when Shang Jianyao sighed, Chang Haijiang changed his mind:
"But two years ago, a group of people did pass by with strange styles.
"They didn't go into the rest point, they just sent three people in to replenish fuel and supplies, and bought a batch of cooked food, which seemed to be very guarded against us, and I don't know why.
"Everyone is a member of the 'Salvation Army', why bother?"
(End of this chapter)