A pale white Changhong hung high in the wasteland night sky, heading straight towards the northern part of the New World at a speed of fifty kilometers per second.

Just like a comet passing over the earth's surface, the white arc left behind by the light pillar is magnificent and magnificent, like a miracle.

It's a pity that not many survivors noticed this scene under the cover of the last thin mist.

It wasn't until they fell near the sea area of ​​giant tree roots that some people curiously raised their heads and looked at the quickly dissipating light.

"There seems to be light over there?"

"Yes, yes, is there something good left over there?"

"What a good thing. Have you read too many fantasy novels?"

"Everyone, please keep your voices down. The three major gangs are conspiring together tonight to force the cross-river dragon to take action through the security team. A lot of people are likely to die. Don't be regarded as the leader."

"It's a pity, it's hateful. These scum used to bully us ordinary people, but now even the security teams who maintain order have become their targets."

"I can't help it, who made this a fucking wasteland?"

"I hope the security team can make it through, otherwise I don't think we can stay in this sea of ​​giant tree roots. If those people are allowed to control order, we may even have our marrow squeezed out."

"Take it one step at a time. I'm ready to leave in a few days."

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The milky white light didn't attract much attention.

After only a few sporadic discussions, the topic turned back to what was happening at the inn.

Time goes back to three hours ago.

Before it was completely dark, Fan Gang, Luo Gang, and the newly established Chatian Alliance reached an agreement, forcibly controlled the passages connecting various areas of the station, and drove all survivors back to the room.

At the same time, the entire old inn, the slum area where the security team was stationed, was also forcibly surrounded by them.

There are now hundreds of patrol boats on the sea to prevent members of the security forces from abandoning their posts and escaping.

Even some small gaps around the camp were monitored by the three major gangs.

And the purpose of all this is naturally extremely obvious.

The purpose is to force the Tundra Fleet to take action by suppressing the security team.

Tundra, combat command room.

"It's my fault. If I hadn't helped them escape that day, I wouldn't have put them in this situation now."

Zhang Long, who had thick eyebrows and big eyes, already had a sad look on his face, with regret, anger and other emotions flashing from time to time.

As the saying goes, good intentions lead to bad things.

That day, I helped the security team get out of the siege and didn't let them get caught up in the fight between the Fan Gang and the Chuyang Gang.

But unintentionally, the security team was labeled "Tundra", making them "traitors" who colluded with outsiders.

Yes, those shameless rats surrounded the security team with the slogan of purging traitors.

Especially Richard, the former manager, even brazenly claimed that the security team was the culprit in colluding with the pirates. Everyone had wronged him before.

"We can't just sit back and watch the security team die like this. We must at least fish out people."

Glancing secretly at Lu Yongyi who was sitting at the top, Zhang Long's voice became quieter and quieter.

The Tundra Fleet now has three thousand full-time soldiers.

Although in terms of quantity it cannot match the scale of the three major gangs joining forces, it is far superior in terms of quality.

Especially after winning battles at sea, the combat effectiveness has more than doubled now than before departure.

If a fight really breaks out, Zhang Long is fully confident that he can defeat the three gangs at the same time in one battle.

But whether it can win is one thing, and the casualties are another.

In last night's battle, the Chatian League had already shown its trump card, which was hundreds of native guns.

If only the other two gangs had a similar number of weapons.

Even if we win in the end, we will have to pay a price of at least hundreds of people, or even more.

For the sake of the security team, which he has never met before, Zhang Long is willing, but the people below may not be willing.

After all, everyone lives only once.

"How about we do the same thing as last night and send some people to respond and check the situation first?"

Sensing that the atmosphere was a bit delicate, Liu Neng quickly stepped forward to smooth things over.

The fleet now is different than before.

Since the battle at sea, the tundra fleet has successively received many stray survivors.

When there are more people, it is inevitable that factions will also increase.

When we were discussing at sea about entering the New World, we were divided into conservatives and radicals.

Now that we have arrived in the New World, I am afraid that the struggle between factions will become more obvious.

Sure enough, as soon as Liu Neng finished speaking, one of the conservatives immediately cleared his throat.

"In my opinion, the more we care about this security team, the more excessive their methods will be to deal with us."

"Even if we stop tonight's attack, what will we do tomorrow night, and what will we do the night after?"

"Why don't we tell them directly that the security team has nothing to do with us at all? This can be regarded as protecting them, right?"

"inappropriate."

One of the radicals objected in a deep voice: "No matter what we do, their target is always us, and the security team is just a springboard in the middle."

"Even if the security team is gone, there will still be security teams, civilian teams, and all kinds of endless troubles."

"Song An is right." Another person from the radical group stood up to support: "These three gangs are just greedy for our supplies and don't know our true combat effectiveness. The security team is a friendly force that we can unite with.

, and he is also our best candidate to occupy the great cause of this sea area."

"Without them, the other party's temptations will probably become more and more excessive. By then it will be too late to resist."

"Not necessarily. At that time, we also tested their trump cards clearly, and it will definitely be easier to deal with them than now."

"Yes, we can make twenty new guns every day. If we can delay it for ten days and a half, are we still afraid of the few local guns they have?"

"We can do it, but they can't. I'm afraid we will have to deal with thousands of guns by then?"

"If you can't fight, why can't you leave? I don't believe they dare to compete with us on the sea?"

"Go? Where to go? You don't plan to go to the New World?"

In the command room, the quarrel was as loud as usual during discussions, and it broke out into direct conflict within a few moments.

Seeing that the two groups began to abandon the facts again and quarreled over ideas.

Lu Yongyi dug his ears helplessly, stood up and motioned for Zhang Long to follow him out.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse.

The coldness of winter in the wasteland was even more obvious at the seaside. The cold made Zhang Long's impulsive mind calm down instantly.

Arriving at the bow of the ship, Lu Yongyi felt in his pocket, and finally Zhang Long took out the cigarette from his pocket and handed it over.

The smoke rose, Lu Yongyi took a beautiful breath, and then said slowly:

"You can take some of our own people with you. Don't count on them."

"ah?"

Zhang Long was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized: "Captain, do you think?"

"Yes, we have arrived in the New World, and it is time to make a break with these people."

Lu Yongyi's face was full of exhaustion. From the black and blue stubble that had grown out after not shaving for a long time, it could be seen that his condition was getting worse and worse than when he was at sea.

If the fleet is compared to a rope, when all the components are twisted into one rope, the captain Lu Yongyi only needs to hold the rope head to control the direction.

But now, the components of the rope have been divided into thousands of strands.

Not only are the people above fighting due to different factions, but the people below also have different thoughts.

Some people almost died of thirst when they first traveled to the wasteland, and now they have developed a "water deprivation paranoia".

I am always worried that another drought will break out in the wasteland, leading to another fight to the death for a mouthful of water.

Therefore, they prefer to stay at the seashore where water resources are abundant, farming during busy periods and fishing during slack periods.

Although there are not so many opportunities in ordinary life, you will never die accidentally during the adventure.

Some people almost died at the hands of a foreign race or the same kind, and now they have "persecution paranoia".

When he was at sea, where his life was stable, he was mentally normal, almost no different from ordinary people.

However, when encountering battles several times during the migration, he showed unexpected and crazy reactions.

These people were not willing to enter the New World, and they even wanted to stay in the coastal inns and settle down.

Of course, there are also people who want to prevent the fleet from entering the New World so early, and just like other fleets on the outer sea, snipe the new fleet to plunder more supplies and people.
To be continued...