"There is a boat." As the team's sniper, a human who has been genetically modified, Bai Chen's ability to observe the situation in the distance is only inferior to that of Genava.
Hearing this, Jiang Baimian took off the binoculars from his armed belt, brought it close to his eyes, and made the exact same action when he saw Yaozhao's gourd painting.
Soon, the two clearly saw the black spot that Bai Chen was referring to.
It was indeed a ship, a rather rudimentary ship of steel.
There are many human beings on each boat. Some of them have intact legs, but they can only crawl on the deck and cast fishing nets in different directions. Some have extra limbs and are busy steering the boat.
For a team like the "Old Tune Team" that has seen so much and experienced so much on the dirt, those human features are so distinct they can be recognized at a glance.
Deformed!
This is similar to the next person, it is a tragedy caused by all kinds of pollution, and the deformed people are even worse, the changes in their bodies are basically useless, and they are different, and it is difficult to form a stable ethnic group.
They are like the disabled among human beings. In the dusty soil where many people starve to death every year, it is difficult to find a place willing to accept them. They can only be like some creatures in the theory of evolution, waiting to be eliminated by nature.
The former "Salvation Army" treated them equally and did not abandon them, but later, due to the food problem, they no longer accepted new ones.
Today, except for some heavy radiation areas, such people are actually invisible.
"I didn't expect that there are still many deformed people living on this big lake." Jiang Baimian sighed while observing, "They seem to be fishing for a living."
Shang Jianyao held the telescope in one hand and rubbed his chin in the other:
"The question is, where did their ships get the oil?"
Some of these deformed people can read old world books, teach themselves, and master the skills of how to repair and maintain those ships.
"There should be a lot of islands in such a big lake, maybe one or more of them have oil depots built on them, and there are a lot of reserves." Jiang Baimian said casually, "It is also possible that there are caravans that come here regularly to use Fuel change special."
She put down the telescope, put it back on the belt, and looked around:
"Let's go a little further and leave these poor people alone."
This is on the one hand, and on the other hand, the fish in this big lake have been polluted and seriously distorted. Even if the "Old Tune Group" stayed, they would not dare to taste the "local delicacies" in order to reduce the consumption of materials.
Long Yuehong and others have no objection.
The Jeep of the "Old Tuning Team" drove north for nearly an hour along the ups and downs of the lakeside road, and accidentally found a rest spot with a gas station next to an old world wide road.
The house at this resting spot is quite well repaired, and there are even lights shining through the windows, dispelling a little darkness in the evening.
In the old world, a similar rest spot must have a large parking lot, and this is no exception. Now there are five or six cars sparsely filling the empty area.
"Why does it feel like returning to the hinterland of the 'Salvation Army'?" Long Yuehong, who took turns driving, said slightly in surprise.
Jiang Baimian, who has always been sympathetic to the team members, has now sat in the back row. She looked at the scene outside the window and said:
"It's even a bit like some of the scenes presented in old world entertainment sources."
After driving a long highway, I finally came across such a rest spot with a gas station, a parking lot, a rest area, and a variety of food and merchandise sales...
Bai Chen pointed to the other side of the co-pilot:
"This place seems to belong to the 'Salvation Army'."
"Really?" Jiang Baimian did not try to cross Genava and Shang Jianyao to observe the situation on the other side, but patiently waited for Long Yuehong to turn the steering wheel.
She then saw four men in black "Salvation Army" uniforms patrolling the entrance to the rest stop and the parking area.
These people are either carrying the "Red Maple Forest" assault rifles produced by the "Salvation Army", or the "short-neck" submachine guns that are more common on the dusty soil. In terms of temperament, they really look like soldiers who have received formal military training instead of A band of bandits running amok.
"Isn't that saying that the 'Salvation Army' has no real control over the ice field?" Long Yuehong asked in confusion.
That is to say, the "Salvation Army" only sends people to the icefields on a large scale every summer to find supplies and hunt wild animals, and has not established long-term settlements.
Shang Jianyao sneered:
"There are exceptions to everything, like you're only 1.75 meters long after genetic modification..."
"I'll find out later if you ask." Bai Chen interrupted Shang Jianyao's "singing".
After the "Old Tuning Team" parked the jeep, based on the unfamiliarity with this rest point, they left Genova to guard the vehicle.
Shang Jianyao went straight to a team of soldiers on patrol, ready to put his hand on his chest and shouted "for all mankind", but one of the targets pointed to the connected houses in the rest area with his elbow:
"Go in and ask if you have any questions."
His implication was not to interfere with his own patrols and distract the guards.
"Okay." Facing the "Salvation Army", Shang Jianyao was still quite polite.
After entering the gate of the house, Jiang Baimian and the others were all bright.
In the roar of the oil-fired generator, the energy-saving lamps emitted a white light, illuminating the neatly arranged dining table.
These are all four-person tables, but some are put together, with seven or eight people sitting around.
There was a counter near the entrance of the hall, and behind it stood a man of ordinary appearance, who was not tall but wider.
He was also wearing the black uniform of the "Salvation Army", with a Wubei 7 pinned to his waist.
"Do you want to see a passport?" Shang Jianyao asked familiarly.
The man froze for a moment:
"If you have one."
Jiang Baimian immediately handed over the pass that Hong Guangming had opened.
The ordinary-looking man stretched out his hand to take it and glanced at it casually.
"This pass does not contain intelligent robots.
"When the four personnel enter the settlement, they cannot carry heavy weapons, high-tech equipment, or carry crates."
Uh... The man raised his head and looked at Jiang Baimian and the others in surprise and solemnity.
He interpreted the two contents attached to the pass from another angle:
The team on the other side really has intelligent robots, heavy weapons, and high-tech gear instead of equipment.
"We didn't bring anything, and we didn't carry any crates." Jiang Baimian smiled.
Compared to the people from the Red River, her appearance is more in line with the aesthetics of the people from the gray earth. The man looked at it for a while before saying:
"If you meet the requirements of the pass, you can enter the Bei'an Lake rest point."
"Are you really from the 'Salvation Army'?" Long Yuehong asked curiously.
The man nodded, stretched out his right hand, and pressed his left chest:
"right.
"But for you, it doesn't make much sense, aren't we from the 'Salvation Army', you won't rest here tonight to replenish fuel and other supplies?"
"There is also a difference between civilized and uncivilized supplements." Bai Chen simply replied.
Uncivilized refers to directly robbing.
The man was speechless.
After a few seconds, he smiled and said:
"You can try."
He looked confident.
"Really?" Shang Jianyao was eager to try.
Jiang Baimian took a step diagonally, stood in front of this guy, and said with a smile:
"We're just wondering how the 'Salvation Army' rests on the ice sheet.
"By the way, what's your name?"
The man muttered:
"Chang Haijiang."
He paused and said:
"Similar rest points, our 'Salvation Army' has also rebuilt a lot on the ice sheet, mainly for the rest and replenishment of our teams.
"You don't think that only in summer, do we, the Salvation Army, send people to the ice fields?"
I really think so... Long Yuehong is suddenly a little embarrassed.
Chang Haijiang pointed to the north:
"The simplest is that we have established several ice sheet meteorological observation and research stations, which are manned throughout the year.
"Climate change in the ice sheet is indirectly affecting food harvests in our 'Salvation Army' north."
Slap clap, Shang Jianyao applauded.
Jiang Baimian moved in his heart, took off the tactical backpack, found a photo, and handed it to Chang Haijiang:
"Have you met this man?"
The photo is of Ding Ling's husband Ji Qiang.
Although Ding Ling did not have any extra photos, the "Old Tune Team" had Genava, who completed the scan and established electronic data at that time. After returning to Wubei, they relied on the bill exchange to find a special store to print out the photos.
Chang Haijiang took the photo, looked at it for a while and said:
"Never. What do you do?"
"The people who do scientific research are also from your 'Salvation Army'. They went to Bingyuan two years ago and never went back." Jiang Baimian explained briefly, "We were entrusted by the family to come to Bingyuan to find him."
"Two years?" Chang Haijiang raised his eyebrows, "His unit didn't give a death notice?"
"I don't know this very well. Maybe the family members are not willing to accept it and don't want to give up." Jiang Baimian came.
Chang Haijiang agreed with this explanation, nodded and said:
"Well, it's the habit of our gray people to see people in life, and corpses in death."
He looked at the photo carefully for a while:
"No impression."
Just when Shang Jianyao let out a sigh, Chang Haijiang changed his words:
"But two years ago, a group of people who acted in a strange way did pass by.
"They didn't enter the rest point, they just sent three people in to replenish fuel and supplies, and bought a batch of cooked food. They seemed to be on guard against us, and I don't know why.
"Everyone is from the 'Salvation Army', why is this?"