Data Wasteland

After a five-and-a-half-day journey, the floatboat finally arrived at its destination—Cold Spring Harbor on the northwestern edge of Greenland.

Cold Spring Harbor is the only town and the only safe area on the Green Continent. It is named after a cold spring located on the northwestern edge of the Falling Feather Mountains.

Looking down from the sky, there is an endless tropical rain forest. Towering trees, shrubs regenerate, like a dark green ocean.

The equator passes through here, the climate is hot and rainy, vegetation is lush, humid and sultry.

During the cataclysm, the Green Continent was also the hardest hit area, and it was washed by nuclear bombs from beginning to end.

But it is different from other areas-it becomes barren under the influence of radiation. The plants of Greenland have mutated, and their growth and reproduction capabilities have become extremely powerful.

Crazy growth of plants has become another kind of disaster, occupying most of the living space, and it is also not suitable for human habitation.

Therefore, patrol hunters have other names, namely "New World Gardener" and "Grass Cutter". These mutant plants have the ability to attack and can prey on animals. The most common one is the "man-eating banyan". The vines are like pythons, which can entangle their prey and gradually absorb nutrients from the opponent's body until they become a dry bone with only a skin.

The people stationed here must cut grass and wood regularly to avoid being invaded by too many plants in the limited living space.

From the floating boat, a dark green came into my eyes. There are dark green tents everywhere, of different sizes and shapes.

It is said that because they are often attacked by large mutant creatures, they dare not build reinforced concrete buildings to avoid being destroyed and rebuilding them, increasing investment.

In the middle of the large tent, a tall stone statue was erected. The lines are simple and the workmanship is slightly rough, but it can be seen that he is a mighty middle-aged man, facing the southeast, with firm eyes, standing tall, as if resisting intruders.

This is a statue of a watchman on duty, because it changes every year, so the workmanship cannot be too good.

In order to reduce the casualty rate in the development of the Green Continent, at the strong request of the Human Survival Committee, a small king-level powerhouse will be stationed at Cold Spring Harbor every year, and the powerhouse will be guarded by various countries in turn.

If you come to the foot of the stone carving, you can see the name of the rotating person and the country represented on the back-Li Yafan and Xichuan Country-Li Yafan and Xichuan Country.

However, there are legendary powerhouses, why use tents?

Not to mention whether the legendary powerhouse has the lofty spirit of sacrificing for others, and the necessity of sacrificing, each of them is a strategic resource of the country in which they are located, and they must not be easily lost.

Using moral kidnapping and forcing others to sacrifice is an extremely immoral behavior. Therefore, the Human Survival Commission has clear provisions. If the watchman feels dangerous, he can retreat first without having to bear moral responsibility.

"Wish ya'll good luck!"

The crew of the pontoon moved the cargo down while saying goodbye to Chen Xing and others.

Human-powered pallets lined up to wait outside the open space, ready to transport these goods to various warehouses.

At a glance, there are warehouses everywhere, with spires of granaries, bread-shaped resource warehouses, and heavily guarded ammunition warehouses.

Coming out of the open space, crossing the rickshaw carts in line, you can see the temporary hospital with the Red Cross hanging.

On both sides of the gravel road are stalls, supporting tattered shading cloths, selling all kinds of materials and weapons.

"Master, do you want rations, the best military rations, from the Great Wall Industrial of the Eastern Continent, fried noodles, and barbecue flavors, all." A vendor pointed to the military rations in his hand and kept selling them.

"Boy

Son, do you want a silver star, 80% new, one shot can kill a cow. "A vendor held up a silver pistol to sell.

"Wild mushrooms, wild berries, wild strawberries, three copper plates a bag, have been tried, delicious, absolutely non-toxic." A vendor ate blue strawberries and gestured to the pedestrians passing by.

If you often buy things, you will find that the prices here are much more expensive than those outside. Basically, when things from the red earth continent come here, the price will double by more than 200%.

The people who got down from the floating boat kept walking forward until they calmed down near the stone sculpture of the watchman.

"Big brother, where are you going?" Xiao Xuyi asked reluctantly. After these few days of getting along, he has established a very good relationship with Chen Xing.

"I and you just happened to be on the way, let's go for a while." Chen Xing also liked this simple young man very much, so he simply did something good and sent them back to the station.

Anyway, it's also on the way. On the way here, he had already studied the map. The World of Gods No. 39 is about 400 kilometers northeast of the human-controlled zone, and is in the same direction as the residence of the nephew and uncle.

The human-controlled area of ​​Greenland is divided into grid-like areas of several sizes. Each grid on the map ranges from three square kilometers to eight square kilometers. The vacant areas will be assigned to hunters groups and can be stationed for three years. Obtain the ownership of the land.

"Our place is almost the same, so we walked together, so there is a good idea to take care of it." Sister Xiong said to Old Xu. They are in the nw3790 area, and Lao Xu is in the nw4128 area. The two places are not far apart.

Old Xu happily agreed, and also mentioned that he would invite everyone to drink at noon. The rain forest is dangerous, even if it is controlled by humans, there are still many mutant creatures infested. One more person, one more insurance, is naturally not a bad thing. Moreover, the Xiong sisters are also fellows of the Qing Dynasty, so the possibility of stabbing a knife in the back is relatively small.

Old Xu and Sister Xiong both have animal carts stored in Cold Spring Harbor. After lunch, the goods were loaded on the cart, and everyone began to head northwest.

"Brother, you just bring such a ration, is it enough to eat?" Xiao Xu asked with some worry when he saw Chen Xing carrying a portable military backpack.

Such a small backpack can only hold rations for more than ten days, which is not enough to eat.

"It's not enough to hunt anymore." Chen Xing said casually. There are two cubic meters in his storage space, filled with various cans and military rations, enough to eat for several months.

"When we get to the camp, I will ask my uncle to get you some more." Xiao Xu said, still worried.

After a while, the team left Cold Spring Harbor and entered the rain forest.

According to unwritten conventions, they would walk along the edges of the two hunting areas. Because people often move around, the road is relatively easy to follow. The local hunters also regularly clean the plants on the roadside, so it is relatively safer than no man's land.

Although there are occasional vicious incidents of killing people and overtaking goods, it is safe most of the time. Patrol hunters are mercenaries and have combat effectiveness. It is really not worth it to work hard for some worthless food and equipment. If things are revealed, they will be deprived of the ownership of the land, and the gains are not worth the loss.

What is really valuable here is the ownership of the land, which can be exchanged for a large sum of money after three years.

As for women, there is no need to use violence.

Ninety-nine percent of the women who can appear here are mercenaries. Female mercenaries and male mercenaries are essentially the same, with the knife head licking blood, never knowing whether they will be alive tomorrow. In addition, the world is technologically advanced and contraception is very simple, so most of the female mercenaries are relatively open. As long as both parties can see, it is common for couples to be exposed overnight.

Food is not valuable, it is not difficult for women to sleep, and there are guns. A hard bone with little flesh, few people are willing to chew.

The tropical rainforest at noon was so hot and stuffy, everyone was sweating profusely after walking for a while.

"I'm starting to miss the frozen soda." Xiao Xu said, wiping the sweat on his head, but saw Chen Xing not sweating at all. He was clean and refreshing. He was a little curious, "Brother, why haven't you sweat."

"Maybe I drink less water," Chen Xing said casually. He won't tell the other party that he is a man with "Blazing Demon Blood", and has the ability to be immune to flames. Even a high-temperature flame can't feel the temperature, let alone it's sultry.

He is not afraid of cold or heat. To him, this kind of environment is like turning on a 23-degree air conditioner, which is very comfortable.

The poor little mercenary was fooled again and consciously reduced the amount of water he drank. As a result, his head became dizzy with heat, and his tongue was like a little yellow dog that was only tied under the scorching sun.

"laugh!"

While everyone was not paying attention, Chen Xing took out two cans of soda from the storage space and handed it to Xiao Xu a bottle.

"Wow, orange soda!"

Xiao Xu Gudonggudong filling down, ah bang, feeling comfortable.

"Brother, where did you get the soda?" Xiao Xu looked up and down, scratching his head, wondering where the soda came from.

"I bought it at Cold Spring Harbor just now." Chen Xing flickered while drinking orange soda.

"Oh..." Xiao Xu has a simple personality, so he can easily believe it.

"There seems to be someone ahead?" Old Xu and Sister Xiong who were walking in front suddenly stopped.

"Brother, relax, we are hunters here." Two mercenaries got out of the bushes one after another, their muzzles facing upwards, indicating that they were not malicious.

"A Nerubian came the other day. We ran out of ammunition for our rifle. Are there any small-caliber ones, five-point-five-six ones, let us have a little bit." One of the mercenaries said. Hunters who lack supplies and do not plan to go back will wait on the side of the road for passing mercenaries and trade with them.

"Are you sand people?" Old Xu asked. The skin of the two men is brownish red, which is the characteristic skin color of the Saudis.

"Yes, we are all from Dafangzhou." The two admitted.

"I can only give you five boxes and 30 rounds of rifle ammunition, which advocating industrial production, and the price is according to Cold Spring Harbor." Old Xu said.

"Can you give twenty boxes?" the Sandmin mercenary asked.

"No." Old Xu refused. If it is a fellow, he will sell more, but if it is a sandman, it would be good to sell it.

"Ten boxes, good people do it to the end." The Sandmen mercenaries retreated and asked for second place.

In the end, Old Xu traded eight boxes. After all, it was not easy to come out and work hard.

"Thank you, you can come to our camp as a guest when you have time." Shamin said, and took a small bag of dried plants to Lao Xu. "The happy flowers we planted by ourselves are very exciting."

The so-called happy flower is a poppy. There is no other entertainment in the long watch, and many hunters will take this to pass the time. In addition, it can also be used to relieve pain when injured, which is considered a more popular thing.

After walking forward for a while, away from the two sandmen, Old Xu threw the happy flower bag away. He also ran back specially and told Xiao Xu seriously, "Don't learn to smoke this, or I will beat you for your father."

"Hmm..." Xiao Xu nodded repeatedly.

However, from the corner of Chen Xing's eye, he saw one of the little white faces of the Xiong sisters sneaking over and stuffing the bag of happy flowers into his pocket.

Old Xu also saw it, but didn't say anything. After all, everyone has their own choice.