The early morning air has a refreshing and wetness. When the sun just rises, a faint light passes through the transparent fog, refracting a colorful and beautiful halo, covering the rocks and vegetation that are about to bear the heat, covering a layer of crystal-like moisturizing.

The dew seeps into the soil, turning the dry dust into a muddy area with a fresh atmosphere. The thick rubber tires of the off-road vehicle will also quickly slide around due to the uneven force mud, causing the heavy body to sway like a toy.

Lin Xiang was sitting in the driver's seat and was operating the steering wheel. There was no sign of emotional fluctuation on his calm face. In contrast, Wang Biao, who was on the secondary seat, frowned desperately, his thick arms crossed and hugged them tightly in front of his chest. The tangled muscles on his face squeezed together under this movement dominated by strong anger, making the jagged scar that penetrated the eyebrows look even more ferocious.

Near the cornfield near the refugee camp, the off-road vehicle stopped.

Pushing open the car door and jumping out of the car. The first thing that came into Lin Xiang's sight was a large area of ​​cut-offs, and the entire stems on the ground disappeared, leaving only about five or six centimeters of oblique cut corn roots. The narrow and long green leaves scattered all over the ground, and there were messy footprints everywhere. More than a dozen corn that were obviously trampled in panic were lying on the ground. The broken root rod was dragged and turned upside down from the soil. The surface of the shaking buds was covered with mud. Through the torn buds, you can clearly see that the surface is as round as pearls, but the color is still green, and the grains are growing in grout.

The entire field was destroyed at least more than 300 square meters. The inspectors of the town quickly reported the situation to the management as soon as possible. It was not difficult to find the thief who had already escaped - footprints covered with black and yellow mud, as well as broken stems and leaves falling on the ground, extending from the edge of a messy field to the refugee camp where stone walls can be seen in the distance.

Lin Xiang raised his head and looked at the distance covered by a faint mist. He sighed indefinitely, and his two thick eyebrows slowly tightened toward the middle.

"These damn bastards, the guys wandering in the wilderness are all despicable thieves and robbers. They must pay the price--" Wang Biao, who was full of indignation, roared violently.

"It's not good for your health to get angry casually, get in the car first." Lin Xiang, who looked calm, snapped his fingers and jumped into the cab.

The cursed scar-faced man spat hard at the ground and roared in anger: "Where are you going?"

"Of course I'm asking the thieves for justice. I've been hesitating whether I should attack these people... Haha! Now, what a perfect reason is the best excuse for delivering it to my door."

Lin Xiang's voice is always so magnetic and soft. Even when telling conspiracies, he still has a kind of gentleness like sunshine.

The rising morning light is not just the Hidden Moon Town. It also covers every unblocked corner of the wilderness. Whether people on this land are about to face death or happiness, at least in the grace of the golden sunshine, everyone is fair.

In a large pot on the fire, the gray-yellow batter porridge was cooked as usual. The bones floating up and down in it had long lost their temptation to people. It was cooked too many times. Even if you don’t taste it with your tongue, just looking at the color that looks like a slag, you can imagine what a terrible taste it would be if you really chewed in your mouth.

In the middle of the porridge spitting foam, you can see many green plant leaves and stems floating on the upper layer. They are harvests collected by women and the elderly from the wilderness. Edible plants can only grow in the land moistened by sweet water. Although they smell a little spicy and taste far less sweet than normal crops, in this season of food shortage, they account for more than a quarter of the daily food consumption of refugees, and even more.

There were long queues in front of each pot. People held containers of different shapes in their hands, clustered closely together, stretched their necks and looked at the edge of the pot covered by human heads and bodies in front. Several particularly strong men stood beside them, carrying weapons such as thick wooden sticks or iron pipes, staring at the team with fierce eyes. If anyone had no eyes or could not bear the hunger and crowded forward desperately, they would pull out the guy who created chaos on the spot, and use fists and sticks to let him understand the true meaning of the word "order".

This kind of thing is not uncommon.

In the wilderness, if you can follow Altesky, a medium-sized group with a number of more than 500, it means that safety can be guaranteed sufficiently. Of course, dependence is also one of the contents of exchange. If outsiders want to become members, they must also bear heavy physical labor in addition to handing over everything except for their clothes. According to convention, newly joined outsiders will be squeezed at the end of the team. They often only have a small amount of leftover food, and even have no chance to scrape the last residue in the pot - the person in the front will lick the batter cleanly and thoroughly earlier.

Since you don’t want to be hungry, you can only run faster when you divide the porridge. Chaos and crowding are inevitable, and fists and sticks will naturally fall without hesitation.

The iron pot cooks porridge every day, and the standards for distributing food vary according to the conditions of each person's labor. However, there is always only so much flour poured into the pot every day. The only thing the woman in charge of the spoon can do is mix water, water, and water...

In addition to the monotonous and savory porridge, men who undertake heavy physical labor and women recognized by the elders can also get a mixed bread made of a palm-sized piece of bran and stems and leaves of wild vegetables. The strong men with weapons responsible for camp alerts and guards have better food standards. The amount of food they get is three times more than the other people, and the bread is whiter and softer, and the porridge soup is thicker and fragrant. Even, a small amount of jaggery can be obtained.

Even the elderly and children who were so hungry that they were against their chests would not think of competing with those fierce men. They knew very well that they would get nothing except being beaten. The elders would not care about these trivial matters. If they wanted to get more food, they either tried to find more edible plant rhizomes in the wilderness, or they would raise their black butts high like Mart Liangna, allowing the men in the camp to enter in unscrupulously. Although they got very little food in the end, they were much better than a bowl of thin noodle soup that stimulated the stomach more and more.

Exchange of food with the body is very common in private camps. However, there is only one old woman like Mart Liangna who completely let go and anyone can get to. Other women also sell their bodies and often pick a little bit of the person they do. Even when they are too hungry and cannot choose, they will at least bargain in the amount of food that serves as prostitution funds. They are very despised and angry, and laugh at Mart Liangna's behavior of being able to fuck men at will even without food. In the words of the old days, this is an abnormal competitive means of breaking market rules. Everyone comes out to sell, and one person lowers the price, and everyone will be affected.

All summer, refugees have to spend half hunger and half full. In order to fill their stomachs and wait until the harvest season, they will try every means to find everything that can be used as food. Giant rats, wildebeests, rotten wolf... Any lonely animal and strangers who encounter by chance in the wilderness will often become a consumption to meet the needs of the stomach. In the iron pot of porridge, some hard-to-see meat and fresh bones are added, and they are placed in the feces excretion area outside the camp, and the shit people pull out is even more smelly than usual.

The roar of engines from far to near suppressed the noisy noise of the Altesky camp. The slight vibration from the ground made the soles of people standing next to the iron pot feel a faint stimulation.

Several guards outside the camp stood nervously behind the bunker made of stones, aiming their weapons at the increasingly clear off-road vehicles in the distance. Their faces were pale and their eyes were filled with undisguised fear and panic. Although there were only two people sitting in the car, the 12.7mm machine gun mounted on the roof made them clearly feel death, approaching and threat.

With crazy speed, the off-road vehicle rushed in from the entrance between the low stone walls. The thick and sturdy tires crushed two parallel ruts with regular patterns on the wet ground. As everyone was surprised, panicked and afraid, the huge body of the car stopped until it rushed to the large tent of the elders in the center of the camp. With huge inertia and stagnation, they stopped steadily about three meters away from the tent.

Lin Xiang jumped out of the car and looked at the hostile crowd standing around him, and couldn't help but feel a little moved.

It is not so much a campsite as a big garbage dump.

Of course, this general term does not include the large tent in front. Compared with the temporary shed made of iron and debris and shaking, all its building materials are much stronger, and the thick felt spread on the ground is also clean. Especially the three old men sitting in the middle, the clothes on their bodies are more delicate and clean. On the small wooden table next to them, there are neatly cut and white bread made of flour without any coarse grains. A plate is obviously just out of the pot, with a fragrant aroma, and the fried meat slices with oil beads on the surface are placed next to it. In other scattered corners of the table, you can also see small porcelain jars containing salt and exquisite glass bottles containing pepper.

In contrast, the porridge paste cooked in the iron pot outside the tent is simply a pig food that is difficult to swallow.

The residents of the Alteski camp had a small commotion as the appearance of the two strangers. Their gazes were full of hostility and were not concealed at all. They used various methods to silently evaluate the strength of themselves and the visitors. The obvious comparison of numbers made the refugees feel that there was a chance to exist. Several particularly strong guys even quietly picked up sharp machetes and gunpowder guns. Whether it was this mighty off-road vehicle, or the objects and clothing carried by the target, they had an irresistible urge, and their eyes turned red.

Seeing the crowd getting closer and closer, Lin Xiang gave a faint wink at Wang Biao next to him. The latter, who was as tall as a mountain, nodded understandingly. With a heavy breath, he strode to the nearest pot with a grim smile. He was like an angry bull, kicking it hard at the bottom of the pot filled with porridge. With a deafening impact, the giant pot weighing at least more than a hundred kilograms and the full steel bracket inserted deep into the ground flew out like a cannonball, drawing a beautiful arc in the air and falling heavily into the place hundreds of meters away.

The scar-faced man was indeed very persuasive. Looking at his muscles that were too developed and had thick lines that were suffocating, all the people with bad expressions showed fear on their faces. Although the gunpowder barrels that stretched out from the gaps in the crowd did not completely retreat, at least they would never dare to fire easily without a certainty.

Lin Xiang walked into the tent calmly. The soles of the mud-sticked shoes were trampling on the clean felt. Every step he took, the eyelids of Kornilov, who was sitting in the middle of the tent, would jump involuntarily.

"Young man, is there anything wrong?" he asked with a serious expression. His hand holding the handle of the cup was slightly trembling.

Although the scene just now was too shocking, Lin Xiang could still see that he was smiling: "I heard that the food here is good. Can you treat me to breakfast?"

This answer was obviously unexpected. The three old men, who were shocked, looked at each other in surprise, and quickly exchanged their opinions with their eyes. After a long time, they nodded lightly.

The bread-cup meat tastes good, and the scar-faced man who is as tall as a giant is very satisfied. He is not used to the elegant way of the elders chewing slowly, but instead stacks up several portions of bread, pours them on thick gravy, breaks them into a ball and squeezes them tightly and compacts them. Then he puts them in a big mouth with an amazing size and chews back and forth.

Elder Schev frowned, took his eyes off Wang Biao, who had a surprisingly good appetite, and re-betted on Lin Xiang who was chewing carefully: "Now, can you tell me your true purpose?"

Lin Xiang smiled, took out a piece of green corn ears picked up from the robbed field from his pocket and threw them on an empty plate where there was not much left of bread: "For this, you should give me a reasonable explanation."

The faces of the three old men became ugly at the same time. The difference was that Schev seemed thoughtful. The oldest Kornilov had a deeper gaze, while Pantelai, the strongest, had a vicious and gloomy eyes.

Refugees usually look for food near the camp. The elders do not agree with or object to this kind of attitude. Hungry people must use their own methods to supplement food. The Alteski camp is not weak, and even if they go out to plunder, few people dare to come to ask for it. If the entire clan has strong arms, the three elders will even consider upgrading the refugee group into a complete robber group.

I am better than you, and your property belongs to me. This is the logic in the wilderness.

The difference between robbers and refugees is just whether they are armed or not, plus a little bit of essential determination and barbarity.

The camp guards had already reported what happened last night to the elders. In the eyes of the three old men, this was just a common little thing and was not worth mentioning at all.

"What do you want?" Pan Telai, who was irritated, obviously didn't understand what caution meant. He rolled up his sleeves in protest and said without a smile: "I know your weapons and equipment are good, but we are not soft-hearted people who can be pinched."

"Then what do you think I should do?" Lin Xiang raised his eyebrows. He was a little surprised. Regardless of the number of evolvers or the configuration of weapons, the Alteski Camp was not an opponent of Yinyue Town. Where did the other party's fearless reliance come from?

"If you want, we can share this wilderness." Kornilov glanced at Pan Telai who was about to take off, turned his eyes to Lin Xiang, skipped the superficial topic just now, and directly talked about the core of the problem.

Lin Xiang looked at him quietly for a long time: "What if... I say no?"

As soon as the words came out, the three elders laughed at the same time.

"Young man, you are too arrogant." Finally, Schev, who was calm in nature, shook his head and sighed, "You have no way to absolutely forbid us to live here, but we will not be afraid of the threat of force from you. Don't forget that fists and bullets are not the only way to achieve their goal. If you insist on sticking to it, it will be of no benefit to everyone."

As he said that, he raised his palm and patted it. Soon, two strong men with rifles on their shoulders slowly walked out with a heavy instrument from behind the tent.

It was a round lead bucket with a height of about meter. The edge of the arched bucket lid with a diameter of more than 30 cm was pressed upside down with four metal valve locks made of all steel. The serrated locks were tightly tied together, so tightly that there was no gap.

The originally smooth metal bucket surface has countless slight scratches, and tiny rust stains have been exposed in some places, but the barrel body is kept very intact. Near the upper end of the bucket, there is an extremely eye-catching round inner triangle sign. At first glance, it looks like a small fan mixed with yellow and black.

No matter the survivors of the old era or the new generation of humans born from test tubes, they will never forget the meaning of this symbol.

Nuclear radiation, which means that the things contained in heavy lead buckets can emit extremely terrible huge rays.
Chapter completed!