Data Wasteland

Three days later, in the early morning hours, a long train of trucks stopped outside the north gate of Lanhua Town. There are more than fifty vehicles in total, with dark green canvas covered on the carriages. Far away, you can smell the rancid smell from the car.

If you open the canvas, you will see dense, stacked corpses of mutant creatures, including corpse dogs, living dead, and other creatures commonly found in the wilderness.

Due to the unpleasant smell, the corpse transport team usually chooses to leave in the middle of the night to avoid complaints from the residents of the town.

Under the stars, on the soil **** in front of the convoy, a dilapidated dune truck was parked. Most of the red and white patent leather fell off. The surface of the car body was bumpy, and the protective bars were a little distorted.

There were two young men in the car. One was sitting in the passenger seat, wearing a black tarp uniform and the ensign's epaulettes. The other appeared to be a few years younger than the former, wearing an ordinary khaki military uniform without an epaulette indicating military rank.

This young ensign was Chen Xing, and the young man next to him was Xiao Yang, the driver introduced by Xiao Wu.

Fifteen minutes later, the convoy was assembled and moved forward slowly with the leader. The dune buggies started immediately and walked in front of the convoy. Originally they followed in a group, but following behind, the stench pounced on their faces, which was very uncomfortable.

The bright lights at the front of the car illuminate the red earth ahead, and one or two small figures sprang out from time to time, burrowing into the earth, and disappearing. It is the most common red-haired rat on the red soil continent. It lives in the wasteland and feeds on grass stems and shrub leaves.

The wilderness at night is very dangerous, but that is for a single traveler. A convoy like this has a large number of people and a great momentum, and wild creatures dare not approach it easily. Of course, things like Insect Wolves or Corpse Kings generally don't go deep into the hinterland of the human control zone.

Chen Xing pulled down his big brimmed military hat, closed his eyes and sleeplessly. The scenery in the wilderness is nothing to see, the same red land, withered grass and bushes. The night is more boring, only the endless darkness. The horizon in the distance is like the black mist that fills the sky, swallowing the starry sky mercilessly.

"Uuuuu..."

The noise of the engine lingered in my ears, and my body was shaking with the uneven terrain. Chen Xing couldn't fall asleep at all, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he left Lanhua Town for the first time 15 years ago in his previous life.

At that time, he was miserable in Lanhua Town. After several months of washing dishes, he made up the fare and went to Longshi Town with the corpse. The two places are more than 1,500 kilometers apart, and they can only walk three to four hundred kilometers a day. Sometimes it rains and the roads are sparse, and it will take a while.

It took seven days to get to Longshi Town. Since he didn't have much money, the team captain was half charged and half helped, so he brought him, naturally, there was no seat. He was sitting on the roof of the truck, with corpses all underneath, and the stench was terrible. When he first arrived in Longshi Town, he vomited when he saw the meat for half a month, which shows how big the psychological shadow is.

After being mixed for another nine years, he was promoted to the captain of the mercenary group with his lv3 perception of danger. Now, less than half a month after he was reborn, he has taken the position of the captain of the third team in Orchid Town, leading the rank of second lieutenant. There is still a system and a food for the emperor. It can be said that the time has changed and it is very different from the past.

To be precise, his rise in status in the past half month has already surpassed his nine years of hard work in his previous life.

This is a cruel world, but also a world full of opportunities. The strong are like drinking nectar, while the weak eat coptis every day.

His starting point this time was more than a star and a half higher than the previous life. Although the follow-up development cannot be so rapid, but it is also a good foundation. After recruiting the team members and fixing the underground water station, you can earn money for a period of time with peace of mind and improve the three attributes.

Generally speaking, the effect of attribute enhancement is not very obvious in the early stage. As the saying goes, no matter how high the skill is, one is afraid of choppers. When the attribute is less than fifty, this sentence is basically true. But beyond fifty, traditional weapons will gradually lose their usefulness.

Higher muscle density, greater body strength, faster speed, and stronger psychic protection can make thermal weapons tickling, or slow down the lens several times. What sniper rifle and rocket launchers all turned into fire sticks. Don't talk about bullets. It is useless to bombard them with cannons at close range or bomb them with missiles.

At that time, the battle between the strong will evolve into a pure close combat, and only the psionic weapon created by the master craftsman can play a certain role.

Between his thoughts, he was gently pushed, and then he heard Xiao Yang's voice.

"Captain, there are refugees ahead."

Chen Xing lifted his big brimmed military hat, sat up straight, and looked in the direction of Xiao Yang's fingers. In the wasteland hundreds of meters away, a group of refugees were dragging their homes, pulling the carts, and crossing the road of the convoy.

"Slow down and stop." Chen Xing said. This kind of problem is better handled by the corpse transport team.

As soon as the voice fell, a shout through a loudspeaker came from behind.

"Get out, get out!"

Then they saw two sand trucks abducted from the convoy, accelerated towards the refugees, and fired into the sky at the same time.

"Da da da!" Hearing gunshots and shouts, the refugees dropped the material in a panic and fled in all directions.

Before long, trucks full of loads roared past. The heavy wheels ruthlessly crushed the packages and bags scattered on the road, leaving only mess and large pungent black smoke.

Refugees are the lowest level of existence in this world. They have no basic human rights. They are between humans and animals. They are not recognized by the "Human Continuity Management Committee." Some people regard them as rats in the wasteland and slaughter them arbitrarily. Some people regard them as people and gather management.

For example, Wang Bo treats the refugees as livestock, and kills them if they want, while the mayor Shade Sinclair is willing to gather them and develop his own town.

In fact, most people still regard the refugees as human beings just like themselves and will not kill them easily. It’s just that most of the time, it seems disrespectful. For example, the mercenaries responsible for the safety of the corpse transport team did not shoot them at will, but drove them roughly.

Among the refugees, with the exception of some tribes who live in the wild all year round or hide in the mountains and forests, most are "distrustworthy", "criminals" and "unemployed".

Under the "Survival Convention" proposed by the Human Continuity Management Committee and signed and endorsed by those in power around the world, the death penalty is abolished in any national system. Those in power cannot execute anyone by law, they can only be exiled.

But what is ridiculous is that this law has great paradoxes. The exiles have no human rights and can be killed at will, and their lives are not guaranteed. However, there are still some subtle differences. For the real strong, it doesn't matter whether it is a refugee or a citizen, at least in terms of survival, there is not much difference.

Such a policy is obviously biased towards the strong, but it also fits the purpose of the Human Continuity Management Committee-the continuation of human civilization. Because in this cruel world, only the strong can survive better.

After this episode, the team moved on. Then, until noon the next day, nothing special happened. At lunch, the convoy stopped. Although Chen Xing was very reluctant to approach, he ran over to be polite, said a few words to the caravan leader, and took out two packs of cigarettes, and asked Xiao Yang to distribute it to the driver and the accompanying mercenaries.

Seeing them squatting next to the truck to eat, talking and laughing, unaware of the rancid smell, Chen Xing only felt a little nauseous. Back in the car, it took more than ten minutes for him to relax. But I can't eat meat, so I can only eat some vegetable noodles and drink some soup.

In the afternoon, Chen Xing, who was walking at the front of the team, saw several tricycles parked on the soil **** in the distance. Looking through the binoculars, there are seven or eight men carrying guns and wearing colorful cloth robes.

"What to do?" Xiao Yang subconsciously lowered the speed and asked.

"Don't worry about them." After Chen Xing finished speaking, he put on his big brimmed military hat and continued to doze.

Sure enough, when the convoy approached, the group of people immediately turned around and scattered. In most cases, wilderness raiders are not interested in the corpse corps, and their number is too small to beat the convoy. The next day, I met a small group of similar people and ran away immediately after seeing the convoy coming.

But on the third day, I ran into some trouble...

"Be careful, there is a group of red-earth monitor lizards!" The entire convoy stopped quickly as the shouts from the intercom. Due to the urgency, some vehicles collided.

"Boom boom boom..."

After about ten minutes, the ground began to vibrate slightly, and as time passed, it became more and more obvious. The small grains of sand are beating, as if an earthquake is about to come.

Before long, huge figures gradually appeared on the uneven soil **** in front. Dark green scales shimmer in the sun, glowing with metallic luster. Flat head, sturdy limbs, long tail.

The red earth monitor lizard, the most powerful herbivorous group animal in the wasteland of the red earth continent, constantly forages, grows, and multiplies during migration. They are huge, with adult monitor lizards measuring 20 to 30 meters long and three to four meters high from head to tail.

They are gentle by nature and will not harm other creatures unless they are attacked and blocked. However, due to their large size and to maintain a formation, once caught in it, they will soon be trampled into scum.

In the wilderness, even if it is an insectized wolf pack, they dare not rush into the monitor lizard pack easily. Their scales are very strong, their skin is also extremely tough, and there is a thick layer of subcutaneous fat, which is difficult for shells to penetrate.

Any armor made of monitor lizard skin costs thousands of gold coins. However, the Ambergris River United Kingdom prohibits the hunting of monitor lizards. Because the monitor lizard group is the most important link in the biological chain of the red earth continent, involving the ecology of the entire continent. Only by obtaining the "Lizard Hunting Permit" issued by the Royal Capital Ice Blue City, can the designated number of monitor lizards be hunted.

Anyone who poached would be regarded as treason and exiled to the edge of the Black Dead Forest.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the red-earth monitor lizards slowly left. The team overhauled in place and continued to set off.