"There is a ship." As a sniper in the group, humans who have done corresponding genetic modifications, Bai Chen's ability to observe distant situations is only inferior to Gnava.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Baimian took off the telescope from the armed belt and brought it to his eyes. Shang saw Yao shook the same action.

Soon, the two saw clearly the black dot Bai Chen pointed to.

It was indeed a ship, a ship made of steel but quite simple.

There are many humans on each boat. Some have legs intact, but they can only crawl on the deck and scatter fishing nets in different directions. Some have pointed heads and staggered, doing some simple tasks. Some have extra limbs and are busy manipulating the ship.

For teams like the "old tuner team" that have seen too many people on the dust and experienced too many people, the characteristics of those humans are so distinct that they can recognize them at a glance.

Deformed person!

This is similar to the second person, and it is a tragedy caused by various pollutions. What’s worse for the deformed people is that the changes in their bodies are basically useless and are different, making it difficult to form a stable ethnic group.

They are like disabled people among humans. Every year, many people starve to death, and it is difficult to find a place to accept them. They can only wait for elimination by nature like some creatures in evolution.

The former "Salvation Army" treated everyone equally and did not give up on them, but later due to food issues, they no longer accepted new ones.

Today, except for some heavy radiation areas, such people are actually no longer visible.

"I didn't expect that there were still many deformers living on this big lake." Jiang Baimian sighed while observing, "They look like they make a living by fishing."

Shang Jianyao held the telescope in one hand and rubbed his chin with the other:

"The question is, where does their ship get the oil?"

Some of these deformed people can read old world books, learn by themselves, and master the technology of how to repair and maintain those ships. It is possible, but humans cannot rub fuel with their hands, and there is no way to lose their creatures.

"There should be many islands in such a large lake. Maybe one or more of them have oil depots built on them, with a lot of reserves." Jiang Baimian said casually, "It may be that a caravan came here regularly to exchange fuel for specialties."

She put down the telescope, hung it back on her armed belt, and then looked around and said:

"We'd better go ahead for a while and don't bother these poor people."

This is the reason on the one hand, and on the other hand, the fish in this big lake have been polluted and have severe distortions. Even if the "old commissioning team" stays, they dare not taste "local food" to reduce the consumption of supplies.

Long Yuehong and others had no objection.

The jeep of the "Old Tuning Group" drove north for nearly an hour along the lake, which was sometimes good and sometimes bad, and unexpectedly found a rest point with a gas station next to a wide old world highway.

The house at this resting point is well repaired, and there are even lights in the windows, dispelling some of the dimness in the evening.

In the old world, similar rest points must have a large parking lot, and this place is no exception. Now there are five or six cars that fill the empty area sparsely.

"How do you feel like you are returning to the heart of the 'Salvation Army'?" Long Yuehong, who was driving in a rotation, said in surprise.

Jiang Baimian, who had always been polite to the team members, had already sat in the back row at this time. She looked out the window and said:

"It's even a bit like some scenes presented in old world entertainment materials."

After driving a long section of the expressway, I finally encountered a resting point with a gas station, a parking lot, a seating area, and a variety of food and goods sold...

Bai Chen pointed to the other side of the passenger:

“It seems to belong to the ‘Salvation Army’.”

"Is that true?" Jiang Baimian did not try to cross Gnava and Shang Jianyao and observe the situation opposite, but waited patiently for Long Yuehong to turn the steering wheel.

Then, she saw four men wearing "Salvation Army" black uniforms in groups, patrolling the entrance location of the rest station and the parking lot area.

These people either carried the "Red Maple Forest" assault rifle produced by the "Salvation Army" or carried the "short neck" submachine gun that was more common on the dust. From a temperament, they did look like soldiers who had received regular military training rather than bandit groups that were rampant.

"Didn't it mean that the 'Salvation Army' does not actually control the ice field?" Long Yuehong spoke in confusion.

In other words, the "Salvation Army" only sends people to the ice field on a large scale every summer to search for supplies and hunt wild animals, and does not establish long-term settlements.

Shang Jianyao sneered:

"There are exceptions in everything, just like you have done genetic improvement only 1.75 meters..."

"You'll know if you ask later." Bai Chen interrupted Shang Jianyao's "chanting".

After the "old commissioning team" parked the Jeep, he stayed Gnava to guard the vehicle based on his unfamiliarity with this resting point.

Shang Jianyao went straight to a group of soldiers on patrol, ready to press his hands on his chest, shouting "For all humanity", but one of the targets pointed to the house connected to the rest area with his elbow:

"If you have any questions, go in and ask."

His implication is not to interfere with his patrol and distract the guards from their attention.

"Okay." Shang Jianyao was still quite polite in the face of the "Salvation Army".

When they entered the door of the house, Jiang Baimian and others' eyes lit up.

In the roar of the fuel generator, energy-saving lamps emitted a white light, illuminating the neatly arranged dining table.

These are four-person tables, but some are put together, with seven or eight people sitting around.

Near the door of the hall, there is a counter, and behind it is a man with a low-tall but relatively wide appearance, standing.

He was also wearing a black uniform of the "Salvation Army" with a 7-inch waist on his waist.

"Do you want to see the pass?" Shang Jianyao asked familiarly.

The man was stunned for a moment:

"If you have one."

Jiang Baimian immediately handed over the pass that Hong Guangming issued.

The ordinary-looking man reached out to take it and glanced casually.

“This pass does not include intelligent robots.

"When the corresponding four personnel entered the settlement, they could not carry heavy weapons, high-tech equipment, and could not bring crates."

Uh... the man raised his head and looked at Jiang Baimian and others in surprise and solemnity.

He interpreted the two contents attached to the pass from another perspective:

The team opposite really has intelligent robots, heavy weapons, and high-tech equipment instead of equipment.

"We didn't bring anything, and we didn't carry crates." Jiang Baimian smiled.

Compared to the Honghe people, her appearance is more in line with the aesthetics of the gray-sized people. The man was stunned for a moment before saying:

"Complied with the requirements of the pass, you can enter the Bei'an Lake rest point."

"You are really from the 'Savior Army'?" Long Yuehong asked curiously.

The man nodded, stretched out his right hand, and pressed his left chest:

"right.

"But for you, does it mean much? Are we not the Savior Army? You won't rest here tonight to replenish fuel and other supplies?"

"There are also differences between civilized and uncivilized supplements." Bai Chen replied briefly.

Uncivilized means opening and grabbing directly.

The man was speechless.

After a few seconds, he smiled

"You can try it."

He seems quite confident.

"Is that true?" Shang Jianyao was eager to try.

Jiang Baimian took a slanted step, blocked the guy's face, and said with a smile:

“We just wondered how there would be a 'Salvation Army' resting point on the ice field.

"By the way, what's the name?"

The man muttered:

"Changhaijiang."

He paused and said:

"For similar rest points, our Savior Army has rebuilt a lot of them on the ice field, mainly for the rest and supplement of our teams.

"You don't think that only summer is our 'Savior Army' sending people to the Ice Field, right?"

That's what I think... Long Yuehong suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

Chang Haijiang pointed to the north:

"The simplest thing is that we have established several ice field meteorological observation and research stations, and people are stationed all year round.

“Climate change in the ice sheet indirectly affects the food harvest in our ‘Salvation Army’ north.”

Papa, Shang Jianyao applauded.

Jiang Baimianze's heart moved, took off his tactical backpack, found a photo, and handed it to Chang Haijiang:

"Have you ever seen this person?"

The photo shows Ding Ling’s husband Ji Qiang.

Although Ding Ling had no extra photos, the "old commissioning group" had Gnava, and he completed the scan at that time and established electronic data. After returning to Wubei, they relied on bill exchange to find a special store to print out the photos.
To be continued...