All the mobilizable fighters in the green field camp were mobilized, including not only the organized camp guards, but even non-camp fighters had begun to be recruited into the army on a large scale. Stone was a wilderness fighter who had just joined.
Shitou is in his twenties, just like the vast majority of people in the wilderness, who don’t have a name of their own, so they randomly choose something they can see often as a code name, probably because the name is well chosen, and he has indeed survived as tenaciously as Kuaishi these years. Although he was born as a lowly scavenger in his early years, his potential has gradually been stimulated and he is now a quite strong fighter.
Because of his outstanding strength, during the recruitment process, he defeated two official camp guards by himself, so the stone was sent directly to the team in charge of defending the wall, and he was an official camp guard from now on.
"newcomer?"
A very hoarse and unpleasant voice rang in his ears.
Shi Shi saw an old camp guard sitting on the ground under the crenel of the wall. He was carrying two thick black machetes, and was sharpening one on the stone in his hand. The whole body armor was made of ordinary leather. He reinforced and sewed it out by himself. His face was very ugly, as if he had been hit with a hammer, half of his face was sunken and deformed, but it made people feel strange, did he survive such injuries
Stone nodded without speaking.
"Why do you come to be a camp soldier at your age and a strong young man?" The old bird put aside the sharpened knife, took out a piece of toilet paper from his arms, rolled up the tobacco, lit it, and took a deep puff in his mouth, "I see It’s better to be a bandit in the wilderness, no one is in charge, and you can do whatever you want, not only will you gain more, but the most important thing is that you can find and measure your prey by yourself, and you can still run if you can’t beat it.”
Shitou was taken aback and said, "Isn't it enough to be a soldier in the camp?"
"Soldiers need to face unknown enemies at any time. Sometimes they know that they are going to die, and the boss will let you rush ahead, and you have to rush. This is a warrior."
"Then there's nothing good about being a robber. You don't even have a solid place to sleep every day." Shito didn't take the old bird's words seriously: "Our new leader said that the people added now can move to the Greenland Castle in the future. I want to find a solid place to sleep at night."
"Hmph, move to live in the castle? Then you have to live to enjoy this blessing." At this time, another camp guard, with a bald head, a burly figure and a tall figure, carried an iron gun in his hand, "If it is a Hydra There may be some hope for leading us, that woman is just a subordinate of Hydra, do you know who we are going to deal with this time? Sweepers!"
Stone argued: "Although the new leader is not as powerful as the Hydra boss, there is a ghost-faced ghost helping her. Now it has spread in the camp. It is said that as long as anyone disobeys the new leader, this ghost-faced ghost will appear. Kill them all, so I advise you to be careful when speaking."
The bald man disagreed.
"Okay, okay, we're all here, let's just say a few words, everyone will be companions in the future, and we should all be smarter in this critical time." The old bird threw the remaining cigarettes from the city wall, covered in tattered armor Creaking, he patted Shishi on the shoulder when he passed by Shishi: "You and the bald-headed group are in charge of the night watch. I will lead people to patrol around, and call me immediately if there is any situation. Bald-headed, take care of the newcomers."
"Yes, Captain!"
Night fell quickly, and the forest was eerily silent.
The stone and the bald head sat facing each other, and a bonfire was raised in the middle, bringing some warmth to the cold night. The two camp guards chatted while roasting the fire.
The bald head took out a big cake, broke half of it and threw it to the stone: "The night watch work is long and difficult, and I can't cheer up if I don't eat something."
Flatbread is made from crushed edible plant roots and mixed with some dried meat. Although the rough fiber has a bitter taste, which makes the taste very bad, but at least it can fill the stomach. It is good to have something that can fill the stomach in this wilderness. Who would demand the taste
"Thanks!"
This small piece of cake is very valuable to the wilderness, it is enough for many people to work hard for it, the basic guards of the camp are actually not rich, and quite a few people live without a meal.
Stone looked forward to saying: "The new leader is distributing the food hoarded in the Greenland Castle. Now the food in the Greenfield Camp is more and more abundant, and people's living standards have been greatly improved. I think that in the future, if you defeat the raiders, you don't have to pay tribute to them. The situation is going to get better and better.”
The bald head never had a good impression of the new leader.
Such a distant thing, who knows
Shi Shi put a piece of hard biscuit into his mouth, chewed it up and softened it with saliva, and then swallowed it into his stomach.
At this time, a gust of wind blew over with fine gravel.
"Bah, there is sand?" Stone frowned and felt very confused. The oasis is low-lying and has a ruined city as a buffer. Why is there fine sand from the desert floating in? This is not a question worthy of attention, he chatted with the bald head in a bored way: "How long have you been doing this job?"
"Three years, or four years, I forgot." At this time, the sound of wind and sand became louder and louder, and the ears of both of them were rustling. It was countless sand and gravel hitting the wall, and the bald head sighed: "I am like this!" Little man with limited talent, almost forty years old, I think this is the only way to go in my life."
Shito laughed a few times: "Come on, how many people in the wilderness can live to forty years old, if I can live to forty years old, I will be satisfied."
"You are still young and have potential." The bald head shook his head and said with envy and jealousy: "If you can live to my age, at least you can become a famous master in the camp."
Shi Shi didn't seem interested in this: "Is the black panther powerful? Is the snake tooth powerful? They all died in one fell swoop, even Hydra... well, no matter how powerful it is, it is insignificant in the wilderness. Immortal, sleep peacefully every day, find a few women occasionally, and live to the age of forty will be enough."
This kid is quite demanding.
This is the dream of every wilderness, isn't it
The bald head wanted to tease a few words, but he realized that the wind and sand around him seemed to be increasing continuously. Countless sand and gravel affected the vision and the sound also affected the hearing. A large amount of sand and dust continued to rain down, leaving a thin layer of dust on the two of them. Thin sand, the bonfire was almost wiped out in the wind and sand.
"What's going on here?" The bald head had never encountered such a special situation before. He picked up his weapon, stood up from the ground and stretched his head from the crenel to look, "Where did the sand come from... ah!"
A shrill scream suddenly tore through the silent night sky!
Stone sat and continued to fiddle with the bonfire, and countless warm blood spiders sprayed out, hitting his cheeks like a death knell.
The baldhead was still talking for a moment, and he fell heavily in front of his eyes the next moment, his limbs twitched constantly, his eyes stared far away, and some meaningless syllables kept spewing out from his trembling lips, because a bright The hand ax was inserted into the head, and most of the ax blade had been embedded in the skull, almost splitting the brain by a third.
"There is a sneak attack!"
As Shi Shi yelled shriekly, the wall that made the dead silence was instantly swept into the torrent of chaos. Before he could stand up with his weapon, a burly figure of a raider jumped down and struck hard at Shi's head with an axe. Come.
The stone was erected and covered with an iron-wooden shield to block the violent blow, and the entire left arm was shaken unconscious, but the right hand quickly stabbed the knife into the raider's chest, and the raider's heart softened immediately when the blood sprayed out At that time, the stone didn't have time to wipe his face, and he didn't even have time to pull out the knife.
Two crossbow arrows were cold and sharp, piercing through the fragile armor, and pierced through the chest. Stone's eyes widened. He couldn't believe it was real. When he turned his head, he saw a sweeper rushing towards him. , A big ax was chopped directly on his neck.
The whole world is spinning!
The head of the stone fell under the wall, and the headless body fell silently to the ground.
Dozens of raiders climbed up the wall frantically, and all the sentries on the wall were killed.
These scavengers have all kinds of strange appearances, including heavy armored infantry like wilderness thugs, and some mutants who are thin, crawl on all fours, can fly over eaves and walls, and kill people with sharp claws. There are also some that rely on similar wing structures. Although they cannot fly directly, they can glide into the camp under the strong wind.
"It's the raiders who broke in, let's block them!"
The old bird with scars all over his face led over a hundred camp soldiers to surround him. In an instant, arrows shot randomly, gunshots rang out, and gold and iron clashed and fought endlessly. No one thought that the sweepers would use it silently, using the night to sneak attack by climbing the fence, and the most important thing is that this weird sandstorm provides cover, otherwise such a large-scale sweeper would not be so easy to approach you.
The old bird was indeed very powerful, he knocked over several raiders in two or three strokes, and shouted as he charged, "Keep them out!"
Suddenly a tornado appeared in front of everyone.
The old bird stopped in a hurry. Isn't it a strange thing that a tornado suddenly appeared here? When the old bird was observing carefully, he was surprised to find a figure appeared in the tornado. He couldn't see the specific appearance of the person clearly, he could only vaguely make out a silhouette. This guy seemed to be suspended in mid-air with his feet off the ground, wearing A set of hideous and strange armor, two red eyeballs in the darkness cast lightning-like gazes.
The old bird raised the knife with both hands and rushed over, but the black silhouette didn't seem to pay attention to him at all, and he flicked it lightly with one finger.
Like dusting off a cloud of dust.
While running, the old bird really shattered like a cloud of dust. The whole body disintegrated and turned into weathered dust, which merged with the dust in the sky, as if this person had never appeared before.