It has been so long since he traveled to the wasteland that Yehu took people out of Pingtan Sanctuary for the first time, left Qinggang City, and set foot in a place thousands of kilometers away from the refuge.

Everything around is novel, and even the air seems to be full of the flavor of freedom.

But soon, this novelty was suddenly washed away when they stepped into the second gathering place.

"Oh my god, why does it smell so bad here?"

Before approaching the gathering place, Yehu sniffed out of thin air and couldn't help but sneeze, showing a bit of surprise.

Look around.

This stench almost solidified into substance in the air where warm and cold convection stagnated. Like a huge black umbrella, it shrouded down from the No. 2 gathering area, shrouding the entire area in a haze.

Liehu claims that the sewers in Qinggang City are the most stinking place he has ever seen.

But compared to here, it seems to pale into insignificance.

The substantial odor is like a biological weapon, making people shed tears.

In addition, the construction here is also shockingly dilapidated.

As the group of people gradually approached, the scenes inside and outside the gathering place were shocking.

The first thing that catches the eye are rows of low-rise houses. The walls are full of cracks, and some of the walls have even semi-collapsed, exposing the internal mud-concrete structure.

The tiles on the roof are incomplete, and weak light shines through the gaps, and the mottled light and shadow reflect the desolation here.

There is no glass on the windows. Where can such high-end glass be produced here?

The windows of most houses are made of straw, and when the wind blows, they all make a whimpering sound.

Walking along the narrow and winding streets, you can see the garbage piled up everywhere, not only piling up like mountains, but also blocking some streets, making the already narrow road even more difficult to navigate.

When Xiehu and his party passed through the residential area, many residents who had just returned from the fields poked their heads out to look curiously.

As the area of ​​the New World has expanded five times again, outsiders have rarely been seen in the territory of the Honghua Gang in recent times, let alone a group of well-equipped and extraordinary people like the Pingtan Army.

The half-grown children opened their eyes wide and looked curiously at the hill-like hunting tiger, while the adults showed more fear and alertness.

Everyone knows clearly that in this poor and backward gathering place, outsiders often mean unknowns and dangers.

And the latter usually accounts for most of the possibility!

"This place is so shabby. Their life is no different from the homeless people in Qinggang City!"

Liehu curled his lips, his previous curiosity gone.

Having been exposed to the Tianyuan Territory a lot before, he was instinctively full of all kinds of fantasies about the outside world, but the reality in front of him was like a heavy punch, waking him up severely.

The dilapidation, poverty and backwardness here were completely different from the civilized and developed gathering place he imagined.

To a certain extent, the homeless people in Qinggang City may have lived a more comfortable life than these people.

Continuing walking along the street, the group finally saw the only factory here.

The tall chimney is slightly tilted, and the top part has even broken, leaving a jagged fracture.

The machinery and equipment in the factory were rumbling, and shirtless workers were struggling to operate the machines.

"What kind of factory is this?" Liehu turned to look at Xiao Yang, his face full of doubts.

The latter recognized the written sign on the factory building: "This is an arsenal!"

"arsenal?"

Xiehu was stunned and speechless.

Peep into the factory through the gap in the door.

He saw some simple machine tools and cutting tools, as well as some equipment that looked like it was used to make ordinary mechanical parts.

But compared with the impression of the arsenal in the Tianyuan territory, these "ancient" equipment have nothing to do with the arsenal.

Are the weapons produced here really usable?

There was a drop like falling from the clouds, and the hunting tiger couldn't care less about wandering around the gathering place.

After urging the person leading the way twice, the group finally arrived at the temporary camp.

Located about one kilometer north of the arsenal, there is a row of temporarily cleared abandoned warehouses.

The iron doors of the warehouse were rusty and some of the door panels were even bent and deformed.

Looking inside, you can still see the debris that has not been completely cleaned up. It is really a mess.

Seeing Yehu coming over, Liu Zhi, who was still taking care of things inside, wiped the sweat from his head and trotted over quickly.

"Mr. Yehu, Brother Yang, I'm really sorry that I have to make do with you here for the time being." Liu Zhi said apologetically, "This was originally our material warehouse, but due to the recent shortage of resources in the territory, it has been temporarily empty.

It is planned to be converted into other uses.”

"But don't worry, I will find a way to coordinate enough accommodation as soon as possible, and I will never let everyone be wronged here in a few days."

Liu Zhi's attitude was very sincere. He not only expressed his apology, but also provided a solution.

But in fact, this is actually the best place he can find.

If the self-built houses built by the residents in the gathering area were built with soil, they would either leak air or rain, and there would be a risk of collapse at any time.

The warehouse was at least made of masonry, and key areas were even covered with iron sheets.

And wait until Xiao Yang finishes translating.

Liehu saw the sincerity and sweat on Liu Zhi's face, and the dissatisfaction in his heart calmed down a little.

"Forget it, at least it looks better here than over there. No one will bother us when the door is closed."

Although the low walls surrounding the warehouse cannot be used as defense, they can at least block the sight of passers-by.

Moreover, it is nearly three kilometers away from the main activities of residents.

Even if someone takes a walk normally, they would not go to such a remote place.

"I have too many people. It's a little irritating to come in now. Let's wait until evening and let them come in batches."

In Gathering Place No. 4, under the dim lights, Singer was sitting in a dilapidated tent, sipping the low-quality fruit wine in his hand.

Although this kind of fruit wine is made from rotten fruits, it has a turbid color and a pungent smell.

When I drank it into my mouth, the taste was even more disappointing. It was neither sweet nor sour, more like swill diluted with water. The taste was thin and lacking in layers.

But for a bad drinker, this is the best drink he can find in the Honghua Gang where resources are scarce and living conditions are difficult.

After drinking two small glasses, Singer reluctantly licked his mouth, shook the remaining liquid in the bottle, and closed the stopper.

At this moment, Langley hurriedly walked in, breaking the tranquility in the tent.

As Singer's "virtuous wife", Langley was not only responsible for the assassination mission, but also took on the responsibility of gathering information and training spies.

Outsiders often speculate that she is Singer's woman, but only a few people know that the two are actually father-daughter.

"Father, there is news from Gathering No. 2." Langley said with a hint of nervousness in his tone, "Just as Tianyuan's fleet left, Liu Zhi brought back a group of weirdos from outside."

"A bunch of weirdos?"

Singer frowned, feeling an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart. He stood up and put the wine bottle in his hand in the corner of the tent. Then he poked his head out of the tent door and took a look. After confirming that no one was there, he said in a deep voice: "Elaborate.

."

Langley swallowed, obviously shocked by the image of those "weirdos", and said: "The leader is a red-skinned weirdo, well, red-skinned! I can be sure that he is not Asian, nor is he one of us

Nile people, not white people! It was a color that had been burned by fire, like a demon coming out of hell.”

"To put it bluntly, I don't care what race he is, even if he is a Blue Star person!"

"Well, okay, the red-skinned weirdo should be over two meters tall, and his body is extremely strong, like a wild bull. Even if I look at it from a distance, I can see that his hands are covered with thick calluses.

Obviously, this guy is definitely not a kind person. Especially his exposed skin, which is full of scars of different sizes, and his legs, which are like pillars. I doubt he can kick me to death!"

Langley's words were a little incoherent, and he described them while recalling.

Singer looked at her, with a disdainful smile on his lips: "What's going on, why are you so afraid before we even meet? Remember, as long as you are a human being, you have weaknesses. If you give him a shot in the head, who will not die?

?”

"This is what I want to say."

Mentioning the shot to the head, Langrei quickly added: "The distance I observed him was about two hundred meters, but when I got closer to almost a hundred meters, I had a strong feeling that if I got closer, it would be the worst."

Ten meters away, he will find you!"

"And this is without me showing any murderous intent!"

Langley's route is a trainee scout, which naturally has a special concealment bonus.

Being discovered by a hunting tiger was what frightened her the most.

"So serious?"

Singer did not continue to be harsh and thought for a moment: "What else, just one person?"

"No, there's more than one, there are about sixty people, and he brought a lot of people!"

"Are they all the same weirdos?"
To be continued...