Data Wasteland

Around three in the morning, the circus began to pack up.

A torch was lit on the open space at the entrance of the village. Untie the cable fixed on the stake, and the circus tent suddenly collapsed like a ball. Everyone's movements are very light, try not to disturb the sleeping villagers.

After about two hours, everything was cleaned up. When the day was about to dawn, the caravans started quietly and drove out of the village one by one.

It was full of heat when I came, but quiet when I left. This is the tradition of the Wilderness Circus. Getting together is happy, but parting is painful. Stay happy and leave quietly.

When the villagers woke up, the circus tent of Norwegian University disappeared, and the happiness remained in the memory. Then they cleaned up their mood and returned to the original life.

A few minutes later, the silent wasteland ushered in the first morning light on the horizon.

In the faint morning light, the caravan of long snakes moved forward slowly. Marguerite sat on the roof of the car, swaying her white and tender legs, with a leisurely look, blowing bubble gum.

"Snapped!"

The pink bubbles exploded, and the voice of Mrs. Ursula's lesson immediately rang from the car hood.

"How many times have I said that only female rascals eat such indecent things!" "Okay, okay, I know!"

The convoy drove slowly to the next location. It may be due to the old age of the vehicle. The speed of the vehicle is very slow, only about 30 kilometers per hour.

The wheels were bumping with the ground, and the leisurely time flew quickly, and it was evening in a blink of an eye.

As the setting sun slanted, the red wasteland was plated with light gold, like the orange-red fire in an iron furnace.

"I'm almost at the ostrich nest. I will spend the night there."

A hoarse middle-aged male voice came from the intercom.

After a while, several huge weathered rocks appeared in front of him. Under the erosion of wind and rain, the edges and corners gradually disappeared and became rounded. The name ostrich nest is very vivid. These oval weathered rocks are like a pile of ostrich eggs on the Gobi Desert.

The convoy stopped, and people got off one after another, stretching their muscles and muscles. After being bumped all day, I was a little tired.

"Muzzy!"

Just as everyone was a little slack, a black shadow suddenly rushed out of the side of the weathered rock, rushing at the crowd who had just gotten out of the car extremely fast.

"Be careful, there are corpse dogs!"

"Ah, ah!"

People screamed and dispersed. An old blind man who was slow to move couldn't avoid it. The corpse dog who rushed up bit his shoulder and wailed in pain.

A young man carrying a rifle ran over, picked up the **** of the rifle and smashed the corpse dog, then fired several shots at its head.

The gunfire alarmed the corpse dogs behind the weathered rock and ran out one after another.

There are about two hundred people in this circus, and there are more than ten guards, but their weapons are very simple, only the most common single-shot shotguns and black star pistols.

There are about 20 or 30 corpse dogs, and only one can be killed by an average of three shots, and they are relatively flexible. There are only about ten people with weapons, and they soon fell into a bitter battle.

Seeing a few corpse dogs break through the line of defense, they were about to jump into the panicked crowd. Marguerite opened the safety clasp, holding the Uzi submachine gun and strafing.

Automatic weapons are more effective than single-shot weapons. The corpse dogs rushing over were shot to the ground, or were swept away, making painful sobs.

It didn't take long for the corpse dog to be cleaned up, but the old blind man was seriously injured, his shoulder blade was bitten off, and several blood holes were bleeding.

The two young men carried the old blind man to the caravan and leaned on the tires. I tore off the cloth strips and bandaged it, and the bleeding finally stopped.

It was fine at first, but after dinner, the old blind man’s face began to show bruises, accompanied by a severe cough.

Several familiar disabled people gathered around and fed water to the old blind man, but they did not alleviate the symptoms at all.

"He lost too much blood and was infected with a living corpse virus. He needs an antidote and a treatment needle." Mrs. Ursula, who had been a nurse, came to check and made a diagnosis.

Several disabled people looked at each other without speaking.

"Let your head come over."

At the request of Mrs. Ursula, the head of the circus came over.

"This..." The group leader seemed very hesitant. The price of a treatment needle was fifty gold coins. The Wilderness Circus simply couldn't afford it. The antidote was cheaper, but it had to be several gold coins, which was also difficult to pay.

Seeing the group leader embarrassed, Mrs. Ursula sighed and said, "Give him treatment and I will pay for it."

"Great, the old blind man is saved." "Thank you, kind madam." "Good people are rewarded, and the wild **** will bless you." "May you be healthy forever!"

However, when the antidote and the treatment needle were delivered, they were pushed away by the old blind man, and said angrily, "I'm going to die, leave it to the children..."

"Madam, kind lady, thank you for everything you have done for me. When I meet the wild god, I will definitely ask him to bless you."

Mrs. Ursula's eyes reddened, and she ran away, covering her mouth. She is kind by nature and can't see sad things.

The old blind man left that night. There was no antidote. In order to prevent himself from becoming a living dead, the old blind man ended his life with a knife.

The circus dug a pit and buried him. No funeral, no prayer

The report was simply buried. According to the head of the group, this is the life of the wild people, come happily and walk quietly.

The departure of the old blind man did not cause any disturbances, everyone seemed to be used to it, and soon returned to a cheerful look. Sitting on the hood, playing the accordion, singing brisk ballads.

Two days later, the circus came to Dashi Village, another refugee village planned.

The warm atmosphere returned again, with a lively parade first, followed by a big circus, a bonfire carnival...

Marguerite jumped on the fire again and played a song of Swan Lake. The reputation of the flame swan spread slowly.

In the next period of time, they arrived in Niujiao Village and Laqi tribe one after another, getting closer and closer to Lanhua Town.

During the journey, Ursula and his party gradually got acquainted with the people of the circus, and many of them could be named.

The convoy walked in an endless wasteland, slowly, joyously and leisurely. Marguerite sat on the roof of the carport, shaking her feet, looking at the empty world. Thinking of the separation soon, she unexpectedly gave birth to a trace of reluctance.

Perhaps when he arrived in Orchid Town, he could persuade Master to let the circus spend the winter in Orchid Town. This way they don't have to go to the colder north, and they can often see their performances.

Between my thoughts, a large cloud of dust suddenly rose up on the distant horizon. She couldn't help but frowned, and then heard the roar of the engine.

In a twinkling of an eye, sand trucks rushed out of the dust, and then the soldiers divided into two groups, surrounded by the convoy of the circus.

"There is a situation ahead, stop now!"

"Don't be afraid. It may be the mercenaries passing by. I believe they will not embarrass us."

The stopped convoy was quickly surrounded. There were more than a dozen dune buggies, filled with mercenaries carrying assault rifles, in the appearance of seventy or eighty people.

"Call someone out who can talk!"

A big man with a full face jumped out of the passenger seat, his face was covered with scars, his shape was terrifying, like centipedes crawling on his face, making people shudder.

The leader took the initiative to walk out of the team and negotiate with the other party.

"I'm the team leader..."

"Haha!" As soon as the group leader spoke, he was interrupted by the laughter of the other party. Scarface pointed at him, facing the mercenary accomplice behind him, "Listen, he is still a group leader..."

"Hahahahahahaha!" Suddenly the mercenaries roared with laughter.

"You are still the head, come on!" Scarface was full of disdain.

"Head, he's on an equal footing with you." A young mercenary stepped forward, his tone full of mockery.

"No, no, no, I just talk, talk..." the circus leader hurriedly denied. When encountering this group of soldiers, it is unreasonable, and they can only follow the other party's meaning, hoping that they can leave soon.

Scarface grabbed the belt with both hands, walked back and forth, looked at the convoy, and asked, "Are you a circus?"

"Yes." The head of the circus nodded.

"That's right, the Chinese New Year is about to come, and we will also perform at our camp," said Scarface.

"This..." The head of the circus hesitated, and under the scrutiny of Scarface, he mustered up the courage and refused, "I'm afraid it's not suitable..."

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked to the ground by the young mercenary who looked like an adjutant next to Scarface, pointed to his nose, and threatened, "Our boss wants you to perform because we can see you, don't know what is good or bad!"

"But, we've already made an appointment..." The circus leader was bitter and wanted to explain to the other party that they had already made an appointment. If it was delayed, it would be difficult to explain it over there.

Unexpectedly, the adjutant did not listen to his explanation at all, pulled out the armed belt from his waist, and pulled it down toward his head.

The head of the circus was beaten up and rolled, screaming again and again.

Seeing the head of the group being beaten, a young guy in the circus finally couldn't help it. He rushed up with a shotgun and pulled the bolt, trying to stop the atrocities of the adjutant. But when Scarface pulled out the large revolver around his waist, he shot the young guy.

"Boom!"

The caliber of the revolver was so big that it could almost be regarded as a hand cannon, and it directly blasted half of the young guy's shoulder, bloody, and died on the spot.

"Don't, don't do it!"

Seeing the tragic death of the boy, the head of the circus hurriedly shouted at the others to prevent them from resisting.

The other side set up the camp in the depths of the wilderness and killed people casually. It must be a wandering mercenary group.

If the Wilderness Circus is like a stray antelope, then the stray mercenary group is a pack of evil wolves.

Their essence is a group of organized armed robbers, even the fringe town does not welcome them, they can only be stationed in the sparsely populated wilderness. They are basically made up of criminals. When they encounter this group of villains, they can only admit that they are unlucky.

In the third-to-last caravan behind, Marguerite, who had witnessed the murder of the boy, tried to rush out, but was dragged back by Mrs. Ursula.

"Don't be impulsive," Brooke whispered. "I counted them. There are eighty-five people. Go out to die..."

"They are so pathetic," Marguerite said.

"If you fall into their hands, you will be even more pitiful." Brooke said, "Come down first, and when I find an opportunity, I will cover you, grab a car and run away!"

The caravan is old and old, and it doesn't drive fast. Only by snatching the opponent's sand buggy can it escape.

"What about you?" Marguerite's eyes widened.

"If you can run, you can run, and if you can't run, just treat it as..." Brook sighed, "Repay my sister-in-law Ghost Fox."

Mrs. Ursula looked at Brook, her eyes flashed, her mouth opened, but she didn't speak.

There was silence for a while, and suddenly there was crying outside. Looking through the gap in the car canopy, a woman fell on the dead boy, crying so hard.

After a while, it seemed that the negotiation had been made there, and the convoy moved slowly. The dune buggies on both sides dispersed immediately, following the convoy.

Just a few minutes after the vehicle started, the head of the circus ran over and got into the carriage.

"You have seen the situation. We are going to the other party's camp now." Brook tried to speak, but was stopped by the group leader raising his hand. "Let me finish first..."

"I bought a Great Wall horse last year and it's on the back of the truck. The fuel tank is full and it can run one or two hundred kilometers. It's going to be dark soon. Wait a while, you can run after dark."

"Then, what do you do?" Marguerite couldn't help asking.

"What else can we do? Just show them." The head sighed. He knew better than anyone else in his heart that it would fall into the hands of this group of people, I'm afraid it would be a life of nine deaths. Then he said, "You are nobles, unlike us who are hopeless, cannot fall into their hands."

The noble lady and the eldest lady fell into the hands of the stray mercenaries, just like the fat sheep fell into the mouth of a tiger, and the fate waiting for them is not difficult to imagine.

"Okay, I will cover you and ran away when I found the opportunity." Brooke said. The locomotive can only take two people, so that Ursula's mother and daughter can leave, which is considered to be worthy of the trust.

"Madam, miss, you run away, don't worry about us." "As long as you and the lady are okay, we can rest assured." The cook and the maid said.

In just a moment, Marguerite's eyes were blurred by tears.

"Everyone..." She choked her voice and couldn't speak.

"Miss, you will be someone who will do great things in the future, and you can't ruin it here." said the old butler.

"Yes, the old housekeeper is right. You and your wife don't need to worry about us. We are used to suffering and it's okay." The gardener also persuaded.

Marguerite didn't speak, and stared blankly at the gap in the car hood. From time to time, a sand buggy roared past, accompanied by the excitement of the mercenaries.

Mrs. Ursula did not speak either, but looked at her daughter quietly.

There was a deathly silence in the hood.

As time passed, the outside gradually darkened.

"It's almost time," Brooke said.

"I, I won't go!" Marguerite, who had been silent, cried, her white face covered with tears.

"Snapped!"

Mrs. Ursula slapped her daughter's face with a slap, leaving bright red palm prints.

Marguerite covered her face and looked at her aggrievedly.

"Margarice Ursula, this is not the time to be willful." Mrs. Ursula's face was cold and her eyes were stern. "You have to escape from here, find your master, and bring the rescuers back!"

Before she could get angry, Marguerite heard a deeper meaning from her mother's words, her eyes widened, "Mom..."

"Two people are too heavy, so there is a better chance of walking alone." Mrs. Ursula said. She is not an evolutionary, her movements are clumsy and will be a drag on her daughter. Moreover, as a nobleman, she has her pride, so she chose to stay.

"Madam, if you stay, you may be raped, or even..." The circus leader gritted his teeth and finished the second half, "There is even more than one person."

"If this is the arrangement of fate, I accept it." Mrs. Ursula said calmly.

Her gaze swept across everyone's face, "I am Kelly Ursula, the wife of an officer of the Imperial City Guards..."

"The glory of the Ursula family must not be tarnished by me!"

"So, I won't leave behind the people who have been following me, and my friends!"

"Father's glory..." Marguerite whispered. Gradually, her eyes became firm.

"Everyone..." Marguerite looked at her mother, then at other people, clenched her fists and said, "I will definitely find Master and come back to rescue you..."

"Until then, please take care!"

After speaking, Marguerite leaped off the car, climbed onto the last truck by night, and got into the carriage.

"Wow!"

Lifting the canvas, a locomotive appeared in front of him. Marguerite stepped onto the locomotive and caught fire. After several attempts, she twisted the throttle and flew out from the rear of the car.

"Someone ran away!" "Hurry up!"

Several beams of strong light shone at the same time, and the shouts came one after another. But the speed of the locomotive is very fast, and it is already dark. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared from the field of vision of the chasing soldiers.

"It seems to be a woman." "It looks pretty good, but it's a pity." "Show me tighter, otherwise the cooked duck will fly away."

The chasing soldiers sighed and turned around.