Chapter 128: Above the Wasteland, Below Hell (Second Update)

For the first time, he looked at the entire saltpeter camp from the back.

Su Mo once again felt the power of nature.

With such saltpeter mines, if they were mined continuously and only equipped with ammunition, they would not be used up for decades!

Looking down from the saltpeter hillside, most of the buildings in the camp had been burning more and more fiercely after more than half an hour of delay.

Some of the small houses even burned themselves and turned into a large firewood, continuing to release their last residual heat on the ground.

The air above the camp had been distorted by the fire, and waves of heat were coming.

Walking in the sea of ​​fire, Su Mo was surprised to find that the snow in the camp had begun to melt slowly at this time, and the ground became slippery.

When he walked in, he felt like he was coming from winter to spring.

After looking at the core belonging to Kento Maeda in the storage space and finding that it had been shown to be fused, Su Mo walked briskly and came to the center of the venue.

The middle position was spontaneously cleared by everyone to form a circle covering an area of ​​about four or five hundred square meters.

At the same time, the ground was filled with a small amount of supplies.

The first thing that caught my eye was the large chunks of saltpeter ore. Just like the ones that were robbed before, the purity of these saltpeter ores was also extremely high, and they were all pleasing to the eye.

As long as these saltpeter ores can be moved back, at least 500 kilograms of picric acid can be produced!

Near the saltpeter, there were scattered piles of food in bags and treasure chests that exploded from killing the dog-headed men.

Except for a small number of humans who were sorting things out on the spot, most people continued to rescue supplies in the fire scene.

Occasionally, the crackling sound of wood breaking caused a cry of surprise.

Without disturbing these people to sort out supplies, Su Mo walked around the camp and tried to light up the houses that had not yet been ignited one by one to ensure that no supplies would be left for the dog-headed men.

Because of the densely arranged camps, after a while, the intense burning had already set all the houses on fire, and the flames were swaying with the breeze.

After trying one by one and unlocking all the cores of the shelters, Su Mo sat in the shadows with satisfaction and waited for the refugees to carry and collect supplies.

Su Mo had his own plans for where these people were going.

But at the same time, Su Mo also had to identify the character of these people.

The time for the dog-headed people to recapture was less than a day, so even if there were supplies in the camp, they would only be enough for one or two days.

We had to wait for the next car of dog-headed people to come to support us before we could stockpile more supplies.

This could be seen from the small amount of supplies found on the ground.

Slowly, everyone returned to the center of the venue, looking at the "large amount" of supplies on the ground with shining eyes.

They hadn't had a full meal for many days, and they were driven to flee everywhere by the lion people two days ago. They finally returned to the camp and were caught to mine.

A group of people had almost no rest, running around in the snowy days of this wasteland.

There was a protest in the stomach, and acid water flowed out of the mouth.

The supplies on the ground were extremely tempting. Although they knew that these supplies belonged to the mysterious "Lv Bu", it did not affect their greed.

"Why don't we divide these supplies and go straight ahead, find a direction and go all the way, we can always find the gathering point of our human beings"

"Yes, let's divide these luggage, anyway, in this world, we won't live for a few days, why should we make ourselves wronged and hungry!"

With the first person taking the lead, the rest of the people followed suit.

However

Everyone was more fierce than the other, but when it came to touching these supplies, no one dared to do it.

Sitting in the snow, listening to the rumbling sounds in their stomachs, everyone looked at each other dejectedly, and at the same time, a sense of relief different from hunger and cold emerged.

It's not because the impression Su Mo left on everyone before was too deep, so they didn't dare to take it.

It's not because these people retained the moral concepts of the civilized era and didn't take it.

But where can they go after taking the things?

The camp they depended on for survival had been burned to ruins, and the "dog-headed people" who protected them had all retreated.

These supplies are enough for them to eat for one day or two days.

But what's next?

The blizzard is coming soon, and a new round of disasters is about to hit. There is no place to hide from the disaster. If you take the things, you will be on the road to death.

"Shenwa, do you think that Lord Lu Bu will let us join his shelter?"

A middle-aged man pressed Chen Shen's shoulder, his face full of uneasiness.

This question not only asked his thoughts, but also asked the thoughts of all the Chinese people present.

If a foreigner came today, then they would naturally not have such a strong desire to join the other party's shelter.

But after hearing the name Lu Bu, and hearing that he is also a Chinese, the sense of grouping rooted in the hearts of the Chinese people, they can't help but feel a kind of intimacy that foreigners don't understand about this fierce man who has not said a few words!

But at the same time, the treacherous people like Yingxiong before, and what they did were like a big weight pressing on their hearts, making them wonder if this person will also be cruel!

"Don't worry, uncle. He's so powerful, he won't be the same as those people before. Besides, compared to a beast like Yingxiong, how much worse can he be?"

When these words came out, everyone was speechless.

Yes, in this world, in this disaster, how much worse can he be?

If it were an ordinary year, these people would have enough strength to survive by robbing their hands and farming.

But there would be one-time disasters periodically.

Taking them in would consume a huge amount of resources, and at the same time, they could not go out to work because of the disaster.

The refugees, who were originally excited about killing a group of dog-headed men, suddenly became depressed. Everyone sat quietly on the ground, not knowing what they were thinking.

Until Su Mo walked out of the shadows.

At this moment, the refugees who were still sitting in a daze in the center also found Su Mo, and they all stood there, at a loss.

Compared with the blood-colored armor before, Su Mo's current dress finally looks like a "normal person".

Except for the blood plasma that was not cleaned up in the gaps of the armor on his body, which had a bit of smell, at least it looked like there was no strong sense of oppression as before.

Looking at the supplies on the ground, Su Mo nodded with satisfaction, and at the same time said loudly to the crowd: "Chen Shen, come out, I have something to ask you!"

When Su Mo called his name, the young man was surprised, stood up quickly and walked over:

"General Lu Bu, what do you want me to do!"

"Call me Brother Lu, don't do these things!" Greeting Chen Shen, the two walked all the way to the high ground and looked at the sea of ​​fire below.

After a while, Su Mo spoke again:

"Where do you live?"

The rooms burned by the sea of ​​fire were either lived by Maeda Kento and his lackeys, or by the dog-headed people. The places where these refugees lived were not seen yet.

Hearing Su Mo's words, the young man Chen Shen had a trace of sorrow on his face: "Brother Lu, come with me!"

The hillsides of varying heights were full of exposed saltpeter mines.

Following Chen Shen all the way, after turning several corners, a cave covered with plant fibers appeared in Su Mo's sight.

These dugouts were not neatly cleaned. When the straw shed on top was opened, an unspeakable stench rushed out.

Even with the gas mask covering it, Su Mo couldn't stand.

There were three dugouts in total. According to the previous number of people, it should be correct.

"How many people are there in total? Where did the previous people go?"

After opening the first one, Su Mo tried to step in and take a look around, and asked Chen Shen behind him.

"They are all dead. Those who ran slowly have all died. There are not many left. There were more than 30 Chinese people before, but now there are only eleven dead, and they are all from my Chen family."

When Chen Shen said this, he was very relaxed, just like a chicken died, without any emotional ups and downs.

Su Mo was a little silent. He knew that this was numbness.

After living for a long time, you will naturally look down on some things. After dying too much, you will naturally become numb to death!

After walking out of the No. 1 dugout, Su Mo opened the second one and crawled in.

But this time, after entering, Su Mo's face suddenly darkened.

His aura and movements also changed slightly, and he burst out with an aura that was even more terrifying than before.

In the corner of the dugout, a woman was holding a baby in a swaddling cloth. She looked at Su Mo who came in and shrank inside.

She seemed to be very afraid that Su Mo would take away her child. Seeing Su Mo's aura bursting out, she turned the child to an angle, exposing her back to Su Mo, and turned her head at the same time, revealing a begging look.

"Why?"

"Why is there a baby?"