The Jeeps of the "Old Tune Group" swept through the mountains, heading southward along barely preserved, poorly maintained roads.
Their destination was a place called "Tarnan".
This is the only foreign trade point set up by "Mechanical Paradise". Only those who have gained their trust or can provide important strategic materials will know of its existence. Red Stone Collection and Weed City are one of them.
- The "rootless" business group that mainly focuses on transportation does not have this qualification, because "Mechanical Paradise" may be the most powerful force with no shortage of transportation capacity.
The identity of Jiang Baimian and others at this time is the trade representative of Weed City, which was obtained through Xu Liyan, the president of the Weed City Branch of the Shang Jian Yao Brotherhood.
Before leaving Hongshiji, they also asked Song He, the alerter, to be the trade representative of Hongshiji as a backup, lest Xu Liyan suddenly not recognize the brother Shang Jianyao.
Although Xu Liyan would not do anything to Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao in the face of "Pangu Creatures", he sent a telegram to "Mechanical Paradise" in private, saying that these four guys were liars or A little way to vent your dissatisfaction.
"I'm so hungry, so hungry, so hungry..." (Note 1: Quoted from Luo Tianyi's "Food Song")
The songs played by Shang Jian Yao’s small speakers echoed in the jeep, causing Long Yuehong to almost have auditory hallucinations:
"I'm so thirsty, so thirsty, so thirsty I'm really thirsty..."
They are now in a mountainous area, which is very water-deficient.
This is especially true in winter when rainfall is scarce.
A day ago, the "Old Tuning Team" drank the water they had prepared, and they haven't been able to find the water source since then—they followed the traces to two places and finally confirmed that the corresponding areas were seriously polluted, and some indexes exceeded the standard by an unknown number of times.
By digging the roots of certain trees, Shang Jianyao and the others would not feel like their eyebrows were burning, but this was limited to not dying from thirst for a while.
"There should be a source of water going forward." Jiang Baimian observed the geographical environment outside the window and said in a more determined tone.
"Yes." Bai Chen agreed.
Phew, Long Yuehong breathed a sigh of relief.
It was only now that he discovered that the feeling of lack of water was more uncomfortable than facing the murlocs and mountain monsters. The latter only took a few minutes, and the past was over.
And the current state is a chronic torture.
- He didn't want to speak in order to reduce the evaporation of saliva.
Shang Jianyao, who drives by rotation, is still in good spirits, except that his lips are a little dry, and he does not seem to be affected at all.
"Hey, I forgot to exchange the Dragon King mask, otherwise I can still beg for rain." He expressed regret.
Since leaving the Redstone Collection, the members of the "Old Tune Group" no longer wear masks habitually. Only Shang Jianyao will occasionally scare Long Yuehong with that dashing monkey face.
He would even call out "idiot" in a similar way.
"Dragon King rains all by himself, don't ask for it." Jiang Baimian corrected Shang Jianyao's mistake.
While talking, you can enter a valley with brown soil and a little moist feeling when you bypass the high cliff in front of you.
"Slow down." Jiang Baimian reminded, "The view here is not good, and I don't know what will happen after turning over."
The induction between her and Shang Jianyao is limited by distance, and it is not omnipotent.
Shang Jianyao glanced at Jiang Baimian in the passenger seat, raised his foot on the accelerator, and slowed down the speed of the car.
He has always been kind.
Slowly, the army-green jeep rolled over the dirt road and rounded the rock face.
Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian suddenly felt enlightened.
The first thing they saw was a meandering creek, with gravel and pebbles coexisting in the creek, and the water was exceptionally clear.
The creek is flanked by larger stones, with sand tucked in between them, framing the main tone of the surrounding area.
Further out are the standing trees, some of them withered, some still retain a little green, and a road covered with dirt is sandwiched.
Then, Jiang Baimian turned his eyes and saw dozens of people in the upstream of the stream, nearly a hundred meters away.
They are predominantly male, dressed in a variety of styles, and carry a wide variety of weapons.
Jiang Baimian's gaze moved from the old padded jackets, dirty down jackets, and shiny leather jackets to the roadside, and found many cars and tents.
Those who carried weapons were either fetching water slowly, or busy preparing lunch, or sitting on the ground, talking and laughing loudly, or molesting women with their hands tied behind their backs, and occasionally slapped a few male captives who glared at them beside them.
"A band of robbers." Bai Chen in the back seat of the jeep looked at the windshield and expressed his judgment.
A large band of robbers who have just robbed a caravan or a settlement of wanderers in the wilderness.
When the "Old Tune Group" saw the bandit group, the members of the bandits in charge of vigilance also discovered them.
"Boss, there is a new prey!" The black-haired blue-eyed robber excitedly reported to the boss.
After entering the winter, the caravans decreased, and the settlements were closed behind closed doors. Their harvests were always insufficient, and they could only scrape by.
Today, it may be the blessing of Zhisui. They just tracked down a caravan in the morning and robbed a lot of supplies and people. Now they encountered a lonely jeep crashing into this valley.
Their leader was a strong man in his thirties, nearly one meter seventy-five in height, with long blond hair disheveled, and a sturdy physique.
The blue of his eyes is very pale, his face is unusually rough, and he wears a helmet with horns on his head, and he doesn't know which city ruins it came from.
Hearing the report from his subordinates, the leader looked over there and laughed:
"It's like a weak and helpless lamb breaking into a lion's territory.
"Go, go and bring them back, and let me see what kind of traveler dares to cross the Chilar Mountains in winter."
This belongs to a section of the old mountain.
After a pause, the leader added:
"Go to four cars.
"They may just be pathfinders for a caravan."
There may be a lot of vehicles behind, a lot of people, a lot of weapons.
"Yes, boss!" The black-haired and blue-eyed robber responded loudly, and then began to greet his companions.
At this time, they saw the military green jeep abruptly exit the valley by reversing.
The other party seemed to be so frightened that he had forgotten that the vehicle could turn and turn around.
"Haha!" The robbers made various strange noises, brandishing weapons, and rushed to the predetermined vehicle.
They love this timid prey best!
This often saves them a lot of bullets.
When the vehicle started and chased the target, the captured men and women withdrew their despairing gazes.
They thought they could be saved.
Who knows, only a jeep came.
It looked like it was just passing by by chance, and a team of relic hunters who came to fetch water.
Accompanied by excited cheers, two off-road vehicles and two pickup trucks, with a dozen robbers, frantically ran to the corner, not wanting their prey to escape their sight.
Just as the first car passed by, the driver's eyes suddenly froze.
The army-green jeep stopped quietly a few dozen meters away, leaning like a short wall.
Behind the jeep, a man of not short height is wearing a black metal skeleton with the help of a companion; on the side of the jeep, a slightly petite woman is holding the rifle on the front cover; on the other side of the jeep, a man is wearing a gray camouflage with a ponytail The woman in uniform squatted there, carrying a heavy individual bazooka on her shoulders.
Bazooka!
The pupils of the robber driver of the first car and his "passengers" suddenly dilated.
In the next second, the god of death spurted out fire.
Boom!
The robber leader, who was waiting for his subordinates to bring back the prey by the stream, had just lit a captured charcoal homemade cigarette when he heard a deafening sound.
Snapped!
The homemade cigarette fell to the ground before it could reach his mouth.
Inside his eyes was a rapidly expanding fireball.
This crimson fireball instantly engulfed the pickup truck that was rushing ahead and was about to turn a corner.
This scene was imprinted in the hearts of all witnesses like an oil painting.
boom!
The off-road rushing in second failed to brake in time and hit the burning pickup.
Whoa!
Its side glass shattered and a bullet entered the cab.
As the driver's blood splattered, the robber leader in the distance couldn't help but flashed a few absurd thoughts:
"Trap! It's a trap!
"We are surrounded!"