This time, Long Yuehong didn't ask why, because he could see that the matter was not so simple.
If only two inner ghosts stole some military supplies, the "Salvation Army" would not take it so seriously, and sent telegrams to various border settlements and key outposts, describing the appearance, height, and clothing of the wanted target, and specifying the requirements. It’s almost the same as what is recovered. If someone stops by after a period of time, a wanted notice with a photo will be added. There is no need to send multiple groups of specialized personnel to carry documents and go to different border settlements and key outposts one by one. Notice.
"What could it be?" Bai Chen whispered to himself while driving.
Shang Jianyao guessed with great interest:
"Military exoskeleton device? Excavated by the 'Salvation Army', or a secret weapon developed by itself?"
"Is there such a possibility that the military supplies are just a pretext, an excuse, and something else was stolen?" Genava's eyes flashed red.
Jiang Baimian made a nasal sound:
"This possibility cannot be ruled out.
"Oh, don't guess and guess. If you don't have any clues, isn't this just like making up a story yourself?"
"Yes, yes!" Shang Jianyao echoed.
He immediately retorted to himself:
"Doesn't it make sense to make up a story?"
"Hey, I've read a lot of entertainment materials in the old world, and my vocabulary has been enriched." Jiang Baimian didn't care too much about whether the team members discussed or not, anyway, if he was idle, he was idle.
In this way, they followed the increasingly flat road, and in less than an hour and a half, they completely drove out of Yunshan and entered a vast wilderness overgrown with weeds.
At this time, Ding Ling slowed down and waited until the jeep of the "Old Tuning Team" was level with her before opening the window and said:
"It will take at least eight hours to go to Wubei. We will find a settlement to rest later and leave tomorrow morning, no problem?"
"No." Jiang Baimian shook his head first, then asked suspiciously, "It's only eight hours?"
She has seen the high-precision maps of the old world, and has also studied the simple maps drawn by the relic hunters of the current era. She feels that the distance from here to Wubei is similar to that of Yecao City to Hongshiji. With luck, the time spent is measured in days. In case of bad weather and frequent disasters, it is not uncommon to use the unit of week to measure it.
Aware of Xue Yueyue's surprise, Ding Ling looked at the road in front of her and explained with a little pride:
"In the first 20 years of the new calendar, we completely repaired the main road from Wubei to Yunshan, and it has been maintained all these years.
"From here to Wubei, except for a few places with serious pollution and many problems, you need to take a detour, and at other times, you can just drive along the road.
"Li Ziren, one of the founders of our 'Salvation Army', once said that food is the blood, industry is the bone, and the road is the nerve that connects it all."
Papapa, Shang Jianyao applauded vigorously.
Jiang Baimian also really felt the different temperament of the "Salvation Army" from other forces.
Although they are considered to have fallen, they are far superior to major forces such as the "First City" on the road of reconstruction.
In those places, words like this often appear:
"Anyway, many of the roads left in the old world can barely be opened, so a little detour in some places is enough?"
"How can there be so many materials to build roads? Get more high-chassis vehicles, and it's not impossible to drive in the wilderness!"
"I'm also afraid that the road is repaired too well, and it will be easier for slaves to run!"
Until today, only the inner streets of the major settlements and the roads leading to the surrounding manors have been renovated in the "prime city" and are often maintained. Other places, including wilderness outposts and border settlements, mainly rely on the old world. A legacy and fairly flat wilderness.
Coupled with the presence of large polluted areas, uninhabited areas, dangerous areas and the impact of extreme weather, the time cost of people's travel has risen sharply.
"As expected of the 'Salvation Army'!" Jiang Baimian also praised.
It could be seen that Ding Ling and her subordinates were quite happy about it.
Whether or not they have fallen, they are quite proud of the past actions and achievements of the "Salvation Army" and empathize with them.
After three o'clock in the afternoon, two vehicles arrived at a settlement.
It was re-established around a farm in the old world, and beyond the high walls, large swathes of fields were lush, waiting to be transformed into golden.
Relying on the aura of Ding Ling's "Salvation Army" senior soldier and the captain of the border settlement, Jiang Baimian and others did not need a pass or a letter of introduction, and went directly into the settlement and followed to the oil depot in a remote place.
Ding Ling got out of the car and took out a rolled up white handkerchief from somewhere inside the black uniform.
She unfolded the handkerchief carefully, revealing stacks of small plastic cards of different colors inside.
"This is a 50-liter fuel ticket..." After a brief search, Ding Ling twisted out a small light yellow plastic card.
Jiang Baimian noticed that the slightly transparent small card was printed with the words "standard gasoline", "50 liters" and "Material Coordination Committee System", as well as an incomplete red official seal.
When the oil depot guard took over the small plastic cards and started to refuel the green mountain bike, Shang Jianyao curiously moved to Ding Ling's side, looked at the small plastic cards and said:
"This is your 'Salvation Army' bill?"
"Yes, there are oil tickets, pork tickets, beef tickets, mutton tickets, fish tickets, rice tickets, flour tickets, cloth tickets, ready-made clothes tickets..." Ding Ling briefly introduced, "You'd better exchange some materials for tickets later, This will make it easier to replenish what you want.”
"Oh oh oh." Shang Jianyao had an "I understand" expression on his face.
Jiang Baimian took two steps forward and said with a smile:
"Why don't we exchange something from you first?"
"Okay." Ding Ling didn't refuse, and even joked, "Just use the canned sauerkraut and pork you ate yesterday. We were so greedy for the taste yesterday that we kept drooling!"
Jiang Baimian chuckled lightly:
"This itself was produced by your 'Salvation Army', and it was smuggled across the border before we had a chance to get it..."
While speaking, she glanced at the expressions of Ding Ling and her subordinates, and found that they didn't care too much about smuggling.
After negotiation, the "Old Tune Team" exchanged the tired part of the canned food and biscuits for some tickets, including pork tickets calculated by kilograms.
Long Yuehong watched the whole process of the transaction and found that Ding Ling actually had a bill called "timber felling bill".
"This is?" He pointed curiously.
Ding Ling lowered her head and looked at her eyes, hehe smiled and said:
"All the resources of our 'Salvation Army' belong to the whole. If you want to cut down trees and get some wood, you also need bills."
Shang Jianyao thought about it, pointed to the solar charging panel on the roof of his jeep, and asked seriously:
"Do you need a ticket to get solar energy too?"
Pfft... Why don't you ask if you need to pay for the sun? Jiang Baimian sneered in his heart.
Ding Ling was obviously stunned by the question:
"No, it's not necessary."
After the mountain bike was refueled, Ding Ling and her subordinates led several members of the "Old Tunes Group" to the campsite in the corner of the settlement.
Along the way, they meet some men and women who appear to be relic hunters.
Jiang Baimian felt that they should be relic hunters because their temperament was very different from the residents and soldiers of the settlement itself.
They are more rambunctious, more unscrupulous, and don't care about other people's eyes. Among them, there are even some people standing on the roof of the car, playing music, twisting their bodies, and seeing Shang Jian Yao's eyes light up.
It can be said to be a relic hunter. These are different from the existence to the west of Yunshan Mountain. There is no special temperament that combines depression and indulgence with indulgence, and it does not look like he has suffered too much hunger and cold.
After parking the car at the campsite, Jiang Baimian found Ding Ling and her subordinates and pointed at them:
"Are they relic hunters?"
"Yeah." Ding Ling nodded first, then saw Long Yuehong and the others with some doubts on their faces, and explained with a smile, "In our 'Salvation Army', it's not just about being a relic hunter."
"Ah?" Shang Jianyao responded cooperatively.
Of course, he was really curious too.
"Except for children and elderly people, each of us in the Salvation Army has their own positions and responsibilities. How can we say that we should be relic hunters only to be relic hunters? You may not believe it if you say it, but it is within our sphere of influence. Inside, except for a few deep mountains and those unexplored polluted areas, there are no wild wanderers anywhere else." Ding Ling showed that innate pride again.
She elaborated:
"In the beginning, we didn't welcome this kind of occupation at all. Some special teams were responsible for exploring relics and collecting materials, but later, the population of the city increased, and the original positions were gradually not enough to be allocated. Even if some new ones were created, they would still be It wasn't enough, so a group of willing people were diverted to join the Hunter Guild.
"So, in our 'Salvation Army', to be a relic hunter must be approved."
This... Long Yuehong was eye-opening at first, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was no different from the company.
If he, Shang Jianyao and others were not assigned to the Ministry of Security and approved to have a certain right of free movement outside, how could it be possible for them to become relic hunters
In addition, you can also use the Hunter Guild to obtain basic information on various places in the dust... Jiang Baimian thinks about the changes of the "Salvation Army" from another angle.
Ding Ling glanced at the relic hunters and said in a slightly complicated tone:
"These people always like to laugh at us for being old-fashioned and conservative, but they don't think about it. Who gave them a bite to eat when they didn't find anything in their exploration, and who told them not to worry too much about robbers in the wild? It's their family, It's us regular soldiers!"
The captain's feelings seemed to be shared by several of her subordinates, and they all nodded.
At this moment, several relic hunters ran out from somewhere in the settlement and shouted loudly:
"The two inner ghosts have clues!"