A flat and spacious stone boat slowly sailed into Bishuiwan and stopped in front of Sinbad. .
Its size is vastly different from those small boats that occasionally appear in Yinchuan, and it is so heavy that it is almost impossible to move by human. Two metal cylinders stand at the top, billowing white smoke, the sides are painted a striking orange-red, and with a flat gray-white deck, at first glance it looks like a red trout with its belly turned upside down.
Like most of his compatriots, Sinbad has never been out of the desert and has rarely seen the sea, so when he saw such a ship that was obviously not made of wood, he couldn't help but exclaimed in amazement.
The team suddenly became agitated.
"Snapped!"
Aosha's caretaker immediately slapped the whip on top of their heads, "Shut your mouth! Now line up to board the boat, hurry up!"
Sinbad felt the crowd begin to flow, and people kept pushing him from behind, and he couldn't stop even if he wanted to. Caught in the boarding team, he suddenly felt a trace of fear in his heart.
Maybe he shouldn't leave Yinchuan Oasis at all and come to this unfamiliar land. Although there will always be an uninterrupted water source, the three gods may not be able to watch such a distant place. If the ship took them to the abyss of the Styx, the gods would not hear their cries for help.
"Hold on to me, watch your steps, don't step in the air!" Mu Li's voice made him come back to his senses instantly.
A small hand clasped his palm and guided him onto the springboard, while people around him were squeezed into the water from time to time, making a plopping sound.
Although someone at the dock will quickly pull them ashore, falling into the river in this weather basically means losing the qualifications for "job".
Those who fell into the water begged to get back on board, but they were answered by the whip of the whip.
Sinbad and Mu Li were close to each other and boarded the stone boat with the flow of people. When his feet stepped on the deck, the expected shaking did not appear, and the hull beneath him did not move at all, as if walking on the ground smoothly.
When the springboard was withdrawn, Thuram, the big man of the Osha clan, appeared on the high platform in the middle of the big ship, attracting everyone's attention, "Remember what I said before? The chief is most interested in order. And discipline! Look at your drowning clansmen, all of you could board the ship smoothly, get job opportunities, and get plenty of food during the evil moon, but now they have to wait for the next job opportunity hungry The arrival of! And all this is caused by your stupidity!"
"They just fell into the water, you can wait for them to change into their clothes," a sandman said halfway when he was pushed to the ground by two caretakers, then dragged to the side of the boat and dropped into the water.
"Discipline is everything! There is no collective that accommodates individuals, only individuals who obey the collective!" Thuram snapped, "Unlike the clan competition in the past, those who were eliminated before were all your potential enemies, and those who are eliminated now, It will be your relatives! Remember, this is the first lesson I gave you!" He paused, "Of course, people who lost their jobs today will just starve for a while. In the future, there are still sand people or tribes who do not know how to obey the order, and they will be expelled from this eternal green land!"
As his voice fell, a thick sound was ejected from the metal cylinder and rolled over the clear water port.
The huge iron wheels on both sides of the ship slowly spun, and the stone ship trembled violently, slowly leaving the shore and heading for the mouth of the river.
"Thank you, if it wasn't for you just now..." Sinbad looked at Mu Li.
The latter smiled, his eyes bent into a slit, "Don't worry, I just happened to be in front of you."
"Really..." He lowered his head a little embarrassedly.
Mu Li and he are both members of the Fishbone Clan, and the two of them occasionally exchange words. For this girl with black braids and light brown eyes, Sinbad has always been fond of her, but it is said that she already has a relationship with her. With his sweetheart, it is not easy for him to express this feeling again.
After being silent for a while, he looked at Mu Li, who was lying on the side of the ship, looking at the scenery on both sides of the strait with a novel look, and couldn't help asking, "Aren't you worried about where we're going?"
She turned around, "Blackwater Valley?"
"That's right, I heard from other clans that it is close to the Choking Swamp and the Wasteland. It is a place that was cursed by the three gods. Once you enter it by mistake, you will not be able to come back alive."
"Then did they apply for boarding?"
"Uh, this..."
Mu Li couldn't help laughing out loud, "Those people just want to have as few people as possible to get this job, so that their clan can get more remuneration. You also listened to Lord Drow Silvermoon. Now, as long as you follow the orders of the Great Chief, not only will the family be well-fed, but the tribe will also receive resource subsidies." She sighed, "Besides, do we have any other options?"
The last sentence made Sinbad keep his mouth shut. Indeed, most of the clans who were willing to follow Aosha to the southern part of Greycastle were mostly small tribes that could not sustain themselves in the Yinchuan Oasis. Fishbone was one of them. The oasis they occupy is being swallowed up by the desert little by little, and the Yinchuan tributaries, which are drying up day by day, can no longer guarantee the reproduction of the ethnic group. If they want to survive, they must either join other big clans or venture to the south.
"On the bright side, at least the Warchief has fulfilled his first promise. We don't have to worry about starving to death in the desert now, do we?"
This sentence made Sinbad unable to refute. According to Lord Yinyue, even those who did not win a job at sea can get a basic ration supply. As long as they undertake the chores of rebuilding the southern border, they will not starve to death. .
"Besides, the people from Aosha will also go to the Blackwater Valley with us, so you don't have to worry too much." Mu Li smiled and pointed to the ruins of the port in the distance, "Look there... the land allocated by our clan should be there. Near a black tower, right? If only I could live here forever."
Simbadi looked in the direction she pointed, and the entire Clearwater Port seemed to be divided into two halves, half of which were burnt ruins. There were dilapidated houses and charred wooden frames everywhere. People forget and waste in general. On the other hand, the other half has come to life. The sand people's tents are rolling up and down, and figures are shaking everywhere in the camp. The damaged houses were torn down one by one, and the newly cut wood was being carried into the wasteland with the cries.
Mu Li's smile caused a burst of anticipation in his heart.
Maybe when his three-month work period expires, when he returns here, there should also be a brand new wooden house near the tower
The rebuilding town slowly receded until the boats began to rise and fall with the waves, and the endless skyline was the only view.
They entered the sea.