The delivery of goods this time did not seem to be as smooth as before.
I don’t know what the specific twists and turns were. Philip and the porter waited on the platform for about an hour before finally receiving the goods from the factory and carrying them onto the locomotive with the other party’s people.
After the transportation was completed, the locomotive behind the locomotive started and left the valley in the opposite direction. Under the instructions of the locomotive commander, it headed north along a route that had never been traveled before.
After a long time, the locomotive arrived at the second location of this trip - the Baydak Military Factory.
In Philip's view, the Baydak Military Factory is not as impressive as the previous solidification factory. It lacks columns that stick straight into the sky, and there are only a few dozen stone buildings.
But in comparison, this factory was very heavily guarded. As soon as it entered the five-kilometer radius, it was stopped for inspection.
After passing the inspection and being released, it was far from finished. Before arriving at the factory platform, it was inspected three times by different people.
Finally reaching the platform, the locomotive stopped completely, and a man in black uniform stood on the platform to greet him.
The captain of the motorcycle, who rarely got out of the car, suddenly became a little nervous. After sorting out his clothes for a long time, he walked down to negotiate with the other party.
About a few minutes later, after the negotiation was completed, Philip saw the man in black uniform and waved to the side.
"Buzz!"
No one was seen doing anything, and the open space next to the platform was suddenly lifted up, revealing a diagonal downward passage more than three meters wide and high.
"Dong dong dong..."
The sound of many people running sounded, and a team of hundreds of people was seen pouring out of the passage. Like the people on the platform, they were all wearing black uniforms. They quickly jumped on the motorcycle, moved the cargo boxes from the solidification factory with quick hands and feet, and lined up an assembly line to transport them into the channel alternately.
The whole process was incredibly efficient. Before Philip could react, all the boxes on the motorcycle had been removed and the passage was closed again. Only a few hundred men in black uniforms remained.
"Buzz!"
In the open space not far away, another passageway opened again.
"Kacha kacha kacha..."
Five Roche II small locomotives drove out of the passage along the laid railway tracks, each pulling two or three carriages with dark black sealed boxes on them.
The hundreds of men in black uniforms who were left behind took action again. They moved the sealed boxes off the small motorcycle and quickly moved them onto the motorcycle where Phillip was sitting. After a while, they were all neatly arranged.
Philip and the porter on the motorcycle originally wanted to help, but seeing the skilled coordination of the men in black uniforms, they couldn't get involved at all, so they finally gave up the plan rationally.
After staying on the platform of the Baydak Military Factory for more than half an hour, the locomotive restarted and drove away from the place that was under strict security.
However, after driving away, all the passengers in the car, including Philip, felt a little strange.
Because in addition to the unknown goods from the military factory, the car was also loaded with about thirty men in black uniforms from the military factory.
These people were holding round tube-shaped weapons and were scattered in multiple compartments of the locomotive. They had very serious expressions, as if anyone who looked at them would beat them up if they took a second look.
The train crew did not want to provoke these people, so they were forced to gather in the office carriage. One of the porters looked at Kent Bob in confusion and asked: "Captain, those in black clothes look very majestic, what are they?" People, why are you in our car?"
"They..." the locomotive commander raised his head and said, "They are the escorts. Because the goods to be transported this time are particularly important, they are escorted with the train."
"Escort? Are you afraid that we can steal these goods?" The porter looked a little dissatisfied. Although he had a relatively low status, he would not be too happy if others suspected him casually.
"That's not true." The engine commander waved his hands and said, "Or, even if there is, it's just a little bit. The main reason is that the place we are going to this time is relatively remote, in the deepest part of the wilderness, far away from Red Rock City, and the road is relatively remote. Danger. They, the escorts, are there to prevent any dangers encountered on the road, to protect the goods, and also to protect us."
"Danger? Protect the goods, protect us? What dangers could there be on the road?" the porter wondered.
…
while the porter asked.
Outside Graywood City, in the wilderness.
"Hu-chi-hu-chi-"
Ma Qiu was breathing heavily and running desperately towards a hill in the distance.
I haven't seen him in the past two months. He has obviously lost weight, his eye sockets are sunken, and his eyes are bulging. Skin and flesh wrapped around bones shook his weak body as he ran hard, as if he might fall down at any time.
Behind him, more than a dozen strong men were chasing after him, shouting. Some people held swords in their hands, and some held crossbows in their hands, shooting from time to time. But I don’t know whether it’s due to the skill of the shooter or the quality of the crossbow. The fired crossbow arrows always land dozens of meters away from Machu.
It was precisely because of this that Ma Qiu was able to run so far.
But now, Ma Qiu's physical strength is close to the limit. The hunger for days makes his stomach feel like a hot iron rod is stirring, his legs are as heavy as lead, and his eyesight is getting black. He has to use all his perseverance to survive. Take a step.
"Hu-hu-"
Breathing heavily, Ma Qiu looked at the hill in front of him with blurred vision, and found that there were still hundreds of meters away. He was afraid that it would be difficult to run, and even if he ran, he might not be able to change anything.
What was even more unlucky was that the person who was shooting with a machine crossbow suddenly got lucky. The crossbow arrow shot crookedly across an arc in the air, and hit Ma Qiu's butt with a "pop" sound.
The force of the crossbow arrow was not too strong, and it did not pierce Ma Qiu's shriveled buttocks, but the severe pain still made Ma Qiu scream and fall, and he could no longer run at all.
The shooter put down the crossbow, took a look at Ma Chu's situation, opened his mouth and showed yellow teeth, and said with a smile: "Hey, he can't run away."
The other people chasing him also shouted excitedly when they saw this situation.
"Well done, old blind man! It seems that you are not blind sometimes, and you can actually shoot accurately. The crossbow was not given to you in vain."
"Hurry up and catch the spy. We have all made meritorious deeds. Each of us has at least three kilograms of food!"
"The damn spy actually ran so far. Let's chase him all the way. We will educate him later."
"I don't know what he knows. It seems like he doesn't care about his life."
"Never mind him, catch him and hand him over to the adults above, collect the food and that's it."
A group of strong men were shouting and speeding up to catch up.
Ma Qiu gritted his teeth after hearing what he said, and took off the metal cylinder on his back with some difficulty. He clenched his hands tightly, looked at the muscular man getting closer and closer, and whispered to himself: "Fight!"
After speaking, it is time to lift the metal cylinder.
As a result, the next moment he saw more than a dozen strong men chasing him in his field of vision, his body suddenly stiffened, and then they all fell to the ground with a "pop".
After three or four seconds, bright red wounds appeared on these people's necks, and then blood flowed out, and their heads rolled down from their necks.
This is!