After speaking, Loren took out the map of the war zone.
The area of the theater is very large, at least as large as six or seven stable areas.
From the map, Zhang Heng knew that his current location was the "safe zone" on the edge of the war zone, and there were still hundreds of kilometers away from the "frontline zone" of the war.
Can the smell of gunpowder spread here at such a distance
Zhang Heng was surprised. He couldn't imagine how chaotic the so-called front line was.
Through the description of the map, Zhang Heng discovered that the headquarters of the theater was built about ten kilometers east of his current location.
This alliance meeting between the anti-crime organization and the theater is going to the theater headquarters to discuss with high-level leaders in those theaters.
After Luo Lun explained the approximate route, he put away the map and smiled at King Axe: "Then, without further ado, how about we set off now?"
"Not urgent."
To Luoren's surprise, King Axe said casually with a blank face: "The distance is not very far. Let's wait for the departure at noon."
Laurent was stunned. In his memory, the old friend of King Axe was not such an arrogant character. Not only was he not arrogant, but he was a resolute and resolute character.
Zhang Heng also has a deep understanding of this point.
Although he didn’t have much contact with King Axe, Zhang Heng admired Zhang Heng very much from the persistence of King Axe every day and his attitude of supervising wolf training. This burly man with cold appearance, although his mind was simpler, But he will not waver in what he believes.
As for the wild muscles of King Axe, Zhang Heng is very envious. If he has such an explosive physique, he will fascinate many women, right
Thinking hard about how to develop a figure like King Axe, King Axe had already hooked Loren’s shoulders and walked out of the cabin. Seeing the familiar appearance of the two men, Zhang Heng was even more sure that King Axe was a member of the war zone. Thoughts.
"Hey, was Axe a member of the war zone before?"
Although Zhang Heng doesn’t care about this hateful fellow, but at the moment it seems that only by asking the wolf can he relieve his curiosity. After all, Axe is a training instructor for the wolf. Zhang Heng believes that the wolf should know some of the past .
Greedy Wolf seemed a little tired. He leaned on the branch and closed his eyes slightly, his tone was a little cold: "It's not a good thing to discuss other people's past at will."
Zhang Heng was taken aback, he could hear something from the wolf-greedy tone, so he didn't ask Axe King's past.
Zhang Heng knows that most of the members of Fight Crime are burdened with their own painful pasts, which are scars and burdens that people cannot bear.
Some things are better not to be mentioned.
"Axe used to be the commander of the war zone..."
Zhang Heng walked out of the wooden house, ready to walk around, but he heard Greedy Wolf say such a sentence, but then he closed his mouth, as if he could only reveal this information about King Axe's past.
Hearing this news, Zhang Heng didn't look back, and continued walking on his own. Even if the wolf didn't say such information, he should have guessed it.
However, when it comes to the post in the theater, it is quite different from the stable area.
Zhang Heng once learned when chatting with Arnold in the Anding District that the army in the theater is organized by corps. The larger corps consists of tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of soldiers, and the smaller corps, There are hundreds of people at least.
Not only is the job establishment different, but even the currency is different.
In the war zone, no matter what materials you want to obtain, you need "score points" to redeem.
To put it simply, it means joining the army to kill the enemy in order to gain record points.
Of course, some simple tasks, such as patrolling, guarding strongholds, etc., can also obtain score points, but it is much less than going to the battlefield to kill the enemy.
Very cruel currency trading mechanism.
Compared with the stability zone, the war zone is truly cruel. Zhang Heng can't imagine that it is not easy to survive in such a terrible living environment. In order to obtain food, it must be obtained through cruel methods like going to the battlefield.
"Mom, mom, dad are back!"
Walking on the uneven mud road, in a dilapidated mud-brick house, a little boy in old clothes ran out. Under Zhang Heng’s dazed gaze, the little boy’s dirty little face was full of A look of joy and happiness.
"Haha, the little guy has grown a lot taller!"
The little boy's father, a middle-aged man in worn-out armor, happily picked up the little boy. The scars and wrinkled face was full of traces of war and vicissitudes.
"are you back?"
The mother walked out of the room. This was a woman with a thin body and a yellowish face. She looked at the smiles on the faces of her husband and the child, but the pair of dull eyes were full of tears.
The man put down the little boy and patted his head. After the little boy listened to the shouts of his nearby friends and left, the man looked at his wife, took out a small blood-stained sack from his arms, and said seriously: " This is the food for this month. You should hide it carefully and don't let anyone steal it."
When his wife took the food, the man turned around resolutely, and left here despite the choking cry of his wife behind him.
A few grains of brown rice leaked from the small break in the sack, and the woman bent down quickly, grabbed it with the soil and grains of rice, and stuffed it into the sack.
Was it rice? The small sacks that seem to be no more than ten catties actually contain the family's food for a month
Zhang Heng was silent, and the woman opposite seemed to perceive Zhang Heng’s gaze. The waxy face was suddenly full of panic and alert. She quickly hugged the small sack tightly in her arms and hid back like an escape. The room.
Are you afraid of me grabbing rice
Zhang Heng has an unspeakable taste.
If the small bag of brown rice is placed in the stable area, I am afraid that it will only be thrown away to feed the dog, and here, there will be people who will cherish it like a baby.
At this moment, Zhang Heng has a new understanding of the war zone.
Arnold is here.
"Hey, Big Brother Zhang Heng, these little guys are arguing to see you, there's really no way."
Behind Arnold followed a group of seven or eight boys, all of whom appeared to be seven or eight years old. The cute little faces were dirty, and I didn't know if it was because of playing or not washing them all the time.
"Now! You rude little guys, can you forget how I taught you just now?"
Zhang Heng hadn't figured out the situation yet, but he saw Arnold scowling, like a sergeant chief, scolding a group of boys behind him.
"Wow! Understood, Chief Arnold!"
A group of little guys with cyan noses lit their heads towards Arnold, and then they looked at Zhang with a smile, and said in unison: "Thank you, Brother Zhang Heng, for escorting us the "war capital"! Our war zone "Boy Scouts" is here. Sincere respect!"
The sound was unexpectedly neat.
"salute!"
At this time, the only little boy who didn't have a runny nose, his smart eyes scowled, and he snarled like an officer.
Huh huh...
The remaining few little guys with runny noses clenched their right hands into fists and placed them diagonally on their left shoulders, their gazes were dull but they looked at Zhang Heng with awe.
It's a funny and shocking scene.
Although I don't know what the hell is Arnold and these little guys, Zhang Heng knows that Arnold once said that the etiquette of putting his right hand on his left shoulder like this represents the highest respect for those war zone soldiers who can give their lives!