Chapter 1323 Fantasy and Reality, Singer Is a Coward!

Since traveling to the wasteland for so long, this is the first time that Liehu has led people to leave Pingtan Shelter, leave Qinggang City, and set foot in a place thousands of kilometers away from the shelter.

Everything around is new, and even the air seems to be full of the smell of freedom.

But soon, this novelty was blown away when he stepped into the No. 2 gathering place.

"My God, why is it so smelly here?"

Before approaching the gathering place, Liehu sniffed out of thin air and sneezed, showing a few traces of astonishment.

Looking around.

This stench almost solidified into substance in the stagnant air of cold and warm convection, like a huge black umbrella, covering the sky above the No. 2 gathering place, covering the entire area in a haze.

Liehu boasted that the sewers in Qinggang City were the most smelly places he had ever seen.

But compared with this place, it seems to be a small witch compared to a big witch.

The materialized stench is like a biological weapon, and it makes people cry.

In addition, the construction here is also shockingly broken.

As the group gradually approached, the scene inside and outside the gathering place was shocking.

The first thing that caught the eye was rows of low houses, with cracks all over the walls, and some walls were even half-collapsed, revealing the mud-concrete structure inside.

The tiles on the roof were incomplete, and the faint light shone through the gaps, and the mottled light and shadows set off the desolation here.

The glass on the window is not good, where can you produce such high-end goods as glass here!

Most of the windows of the houses are replaced by straw, and when the wind blows, they all make expensive cries.

Walking down the narrow and winding streets, the garbage everywhere is not only piled up like a mountain, but also blocked some streets, making the already narrow road even more difficult to walk.

When the tiger hunters passed through the residential area, many residents who had just returned from the fields curiously poked their heads out to look around.

As the area of ​​the New World has expanded five times again, there have been few outsiders in the territory of the Red Flower Gang in recent times, let alone a group of well-equipped and impressive people like the Pingtan Army.

The half-grown children stared with wide eyes, curiously looking at the tiger hunting ground like a small hill, while the adults showed more fear and vigilance.

Everyone knew clearly that in this poor and backward gathering place, outsiders often meant unknown and danger.

And the latter possibility usually accounted for the majority!

"This place is so shabby, what's the difference between their lives and those wanderers in Qinggang City!"

The tiger hunting mouth was curled, and the previous curiosity was gone.

Before, he had been in contact with Tianyuan Territory more, and he was instinctively full of various fantasies about the outside world, but the reality in front of him was like a heavy punch, which woke him up severely.

The shabby, poor and backward here were completely different from the civilized and developed gathering place he imagined.

To some extent, the wanderers in Qinggang City might have lived more comfortably than these people.

Continuing along the street, the group finally saw the only factory here.

The tall chimney was slightly tilted, and the top part was even broken, leaving an uneven fracture.

The machines and equipment in the factory rumbled, and the shirtless workers struggled to operate the machines.

"What kind of factory is this?" Liehu turned to look at Xiao Yang, his face full of confusion.

The latter identified the text sign on the factory: "It's an arsenal!"

"Arsenal?"

Liehu was stunned and speechless.

Through the gap in the gate, he peeked into the factory.

He saw some simple machine tools and cutting tools, as well as some equipment that seemed to be used to make ordinary mechanical parts.

But compared with the arsenal in Tianyuan Territory in his impression, these "ancient" equipment have nothing to do with the arsenal.

Can the weapons produced here really be used?

There was a gap of falling from the clouds, and Liehu didn't care about wandering around in the gathering place.

After urging the person who led the way twice, the group finally arrived at the temporary station.

About one kilometer north of the arsenal, there is a row of abandoned warehouses that were temporarily cleared.

The iron door of the warehouse is already rusty, and some door panels have even been bent and deformed.

Looking inside, you can still see the debris that has not been completely cleaned up. It is really a mess.

Seeing Liehu coming, Liu Zhi, who was cleaning up inside with people, wiped the sweat from his head and hurried over.

"Mr. Liehu, Brother Yang, I am really sorry to let you stay here for the time being." Liu Zhi said apologetically, "This was originally our material warehouse, but because of the recent shortage of resources in the territory, it has been temporarily vacant and there is no plan to convert it into other uses."

"But don't worry, I will find a way to coordinate enough housing as soon as possible, and I will never let you suffer here in a few days."

Liu Zhi's attitude was very sincere. He not only expressed his apology, but also gave a solution.

But in fact, this is actually the best place he can find.

If it were the self-built houses built by the residents in the gathering area with earth, they would either leak wind or rain, and there would be a risk of collapse at any time.

The warehouse at least used brick and stone concrete, and the key places were even covered with iron sheets.

And when Xiao Yang finished translating.

Liehu looked at Liu Zhi's sincere and sweaty face, and his dissatisfaction was slightly relieved.

"Forget it, it looks better here than over there, and no one will disturb us if the door is closed."

The low wall surrounding the warehouse, although not used for defense, can at least block the sight of passers-by.

And the straight-line distance from here to the main activity place of residents is nearly three kilometers.

Even if someone takes a walk normally, they will not come to such a remote place.

"I have too many people. It's a bit conspicuous to come in now. Let them come in batches at night."

In the No. 4 gathering place, under the dim light, Singh was sitting in a shabby tent, sipping the inferior fruit wine in his hand.

Although this fruit wine is made from rotten fruits, it is turbid in color and pungent in smell.

When it is drunk, the taste is even more disappointing. It is neither sweet nor sour, but more like swill diluted by water, with a thin taste and lack of layers.

But for a drunkard, this is the best drink he can find in the Red Flower Gang with scarce resources and difficult living conditions.

After drinking two small cups, Singh licked his lips reluctantly, shook the remaining liquid in the bottle, and covered the cork.

At this moment, Langre hurried in, breaking the silence in the tent.

As Singh's "good wife", Langre is not only responsible for the assassination mission, but also for inquiring about information and training spies.

Outsiders often speculate that she is Singh's woman, but only a few people know that the two are actually father and daughter.

"Father, there is news from the No. 2 gathering place." Langre's tone was a little nervous, "As soon as Tianyuan's fleet left, Liu Zhi brought a group of weirdos back from outside."

"A group of weirdos?"

Singh frowned, and an inexplicable uneasiness surged in his heart. He stood up and put the bottle in the corner of the tent, then poked his head out of the tent curtain and looked. After confirming that there was no one, he said in a deep voice: "Tell me in detail."

Langre swallowed his saliva, obviously shocked by the image of those "weirdos", and said: "The leader is a red-skinned weirdo, yes, red skin! I can be sure that he is not Asian, nor is he one of us Nile, let alone white. ! It was a color burned by fire, like a demon from hell. "

"To get to the point, I don't care where he is from, even if he is from the Blue Star!"

"Well, the red-skinned weirdo should be more than two meters tall and extremely strong, like a wild bull. Even if I observe from a distance, I can see that his hands are covered with thick calluses. It is obvious that this guy is definitely not a good guy. Especially his exposed skin, which is covered with scars of varying sizes, and his legs. His legs are like pillars. I doubt he can kick me to death with one kick!"

Langrey spoke incoherently, describing while recalling.

Singh looked at her, and a disdainful smile appeared on his lips: "What's the matter? Are you so scared before you even fight? Remember, as long as you are human, you have weaknesses. Who can survive a bullet in his head?"

"That's what I want to say."

When it comes to the bullet in the head, Langre quickly added: "I observed him at a distance of about 200 meters, but when I approached to about 100 meters, I had a strong premonition that if I approached at most 10 meters, he would find me!"

"And this is when I didn't show my killing intention!"

Langre's route is to be an intern scout, which naturally has a special concealment bonus.

Being discovered by the hunting tiger is what she is most afraid of.

"Is it so serious?"

Singer didn't continue to be stubborn, and thought for a while: "What else, just one person?"

"No, more than one, about 60 people, he brought a lot of people!"

"Are they all the same weirdos?"

"That's not it, the others are ordinary people, although they look like they should have been trained."

"So many people?"

Singer's eyes flashed, and he made a decision in his heart instantly.

Ji Wuming decided to harass the No. 2 gathering place and embarrass Liu Zhi.

When he was sure that Liu Zhi was a loner, it was no problem for him to harass him.

"It seems that we have to stop for a while. Well, you can go to the warehouse to get some supplies and ask someone to send them to Jin Wenqiang. Just apologize to Liu Zhi directly and tell him that I have been drinking low-quality wine and I am confused recently. Please forgive me and don't treat me like that." Singh said to Langre with a smile.

He is a hero who knows the times. He can't get to where he is today just by a little trick.

As early as when he agreed to Ji Wuming, Singh had already thought of a way out.

Now he doesn't know the details of those weirdos, and he doesn't know who they are going to deal with specifically.

Singh decided to take the initiative and hide for a while.

As for Ji Wuming, he has done enough in recent times, and I guess he has no objection.

"I'll go now." Langre nodded and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute, call Tal with you. Take the opportunity to deliver the supplies and ask him if he can help that weirdo and find out the details. Be careful not to provoke him."

"Okay, he should be sleeping. I'll go call him first."

Langre nodded, feeling a little worried.

Tal is the only level 10 router in the No. 4 gathering place, and his route is also a combat-oriented reserve soldier.

Ordinary people can't even handle him if they hold back.

But can he really compete with that weirdo?

The red burly figure flashed through his mind, and Langre shuddered and decided not to think about it anymore.

At least for her, she definitely didn't want to fight this monster that seemed to have walked out of hell.

Just looking at the other person's eyes from a distance of several hundred meters, she felt her blood stagnate.

"Tal, Tal!"

Langre walked for a while and called a few times in front of a shabby tent.

Because of cultural differences, the Nile people don't like to live in mud houses, but prefer tents built with shabby cloth and fragile brackets.

Looking around, the entire No. 4 gathering place seems to be a sea of ​​tents, with large and small tents of different colors densely arranged, like relics forgotten by time.

Whenever the wind blows, the whole gathering place will sound a rustling sound, and the tent fabrics are blown by the wind, as if telling the poverty and backwardness here.

Of course, there will also be a stench that is more offensive to the eyes than the No. 2 gathering place.

Due to the lack of necessary sanitary facilities and the lack of planning, the entire gathering place is dirty, garbage can be seen everywhere, and sewage is flowing.

Many people just pooped behind the tent, and only when there were more of them did they simply bury them with soil.

Just now, Tal almost stepped on a piece of Tal when he leaned out of the tent.

"Damn it, if I knew which beast pooped here, I would definitely stab his ass!"

Tal, who was strong and had a ramen head, was displeased, and the whole person exuded a dangerous aura.

Langre subconsciously compared him with the red-skinned weirdo.

Well, there is no comparison at all.

Perhaps because of the familiarity, he did not feel the fatal threat from Tal at all.

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"We have to deliver supplies to the No. 2 gathering place, Liu Zhi will come from outside"

Langre briefly repeated what happened in the No. 2 gathering place.

During the period, Tal curled his lips when he heard that Singh was so straightforward to admit his defeat, but did not express any objection.

Singh is definitely an old fox, and his judgment has been proven countless times in the past.

"So I'm going to fight that weirdo?"

"It's a sparring match," Langrey corrected, "Although I think you are no match for him, it's better to test his strength."

"Go away, I won't fall for such a cheap provocation."

Tal said he didn't care, but his body was honest. He turned back to the tent and took out the iron chain and hung it around his waist.

Cold weapons are not easy to use in the chaotic wasteland, but they are very deterrent in a slightly orderly gathering place.

Under the unspoken rule that no one can shoot, he doesn't believe that the other party will be his opponent.