Bring Interstellar to the end of the world

Chapter 44 Chihuahuas on the battlefield, no, mascots
In front of the gate of the collapsed wall, the Prophet, wearing a black suit, a red tie, leather shoes and a top hat, stood in the cargo compartment of a modified pickup truck painted with bright oil paint, holding a microphone connected to the roof loudspeaker, very Seriously and seriously, he said: "My fellow citizens, do you see that, this is the power possessed by the black saints."

"A big family connected by dreams and hopes is not afraid of any suffering. As long as the heart pursuing happiness is still beating in the chest, and as long as the thought longing for freedom is still sparking, the Black Saints will never be destroyed."

"Compatriots, I know that the confrontation that took place recently was initiated by the Governor of Gem City. You were forced and tempted by him, so you had to pick up guns and knives against our people."

"There are some people who misunderstand the black saints and think that we are destroyers of order. What I want to say is that you don't take us seriously to understand us."

"When you have a comprehensive and complete understanding of the Black Saints, you will find that we are not the destroyers of order, we will become the founders of order. The governor of Gem City and the Black Hand mercenary group he relies on are the He is a sinful, conservative, reactionary profit grabber, a moth that knocks the bones and sucks the marrow out of the suffering wastelanders."

"Compatriots, in the apocalyptic wasteland environment, what we should do is to unite, rebuild our homeland, and restore the culture that countless descendants of Yan and Huang are proud of, not just for a mouthful of steamed buns to swallow or a bottle to drink. The Qingshui of Qingshui killed each other and became beasts that lost their human hearts and rationality.”

"Please remember our identity - human beings. We are not animals, we are human beings!"

On both sides of the modified pickup truck with loudspeakers, many members of the Black Saints raised guns in both hands and let out fanatical chanting.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa...

Prophet, prophet, prophet, prophet…

At the watchtower closest to the gate of the wall, Hu Laosi kicked the dead soldier lying on the cement pile on the buttocks and watched as the corpse fell from a height and landed on the ground in the shape of a big Chinese character.

The Prophet's vehicle passed by. He didn't cheer like those people. He frowned and looked at the wall sunken in the night. He felt a little strange about the reaction of the Pandaren Legion.

The enemy should be difficult to deal with, but the counterattack they encountered was not sharp at all, it could be said to be very weak, almost collapsed at the touch of a finger.

He remembered the razor man's skeletal confidence on the way here.

What is going on here?What are the Razormen doing behind the scenes?

Looking at the brightly lit office building in the distance, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were crowded together.

The scene looked familiar, like... like what happened to the Black Saints before.

Although he didn't experience that incident himself, it doesn't mean he didn't listen to his companions.Because of that guy named Li Xiang, he was often ridiculed by the people around him, thinking that it was because of his lax control that he almost killed the Prophet.

Of course, it would taste completely different when the adult said it.

The Prophet said that conflict was a fateful ordeal, both for him and for the Black Saints.

Faced with the five enemies of the inner ghost, the guards of the gem city, the black hand mercenaries, the pandaren army, and the living corpses, it is a miracle that the black saints have not been destroyed. This is simply a miracle and an apocalypse of fate.

The Black Saint rises from the ashes, stronger than ever.

The prophet's words were quickly verified - Yang Zhi of the Razor Man Demon took the initiative to send someone to contact him after the incident to further express goodwill and friendship, so the Black Saints had their first ally.

This is a good thing, but it has become a problem for Mr. Hu.

Reason told him that Yang Zhi decided to form an alliance with the Black Saints to establish a resistance front to deal with the threats from Gem City and the Pandaren Legion.After all, the governor and Zang Feng got a little close because of this incident.

The Gem City guards, Blackhand mercenaries, and Pandaren Legion can join forces to attack the Black Saints, and they can also deal with the Razormen together.

On the other hand, he's happy to accept that it's a test of fate.As the prophet said, the tide of civilization is mighty, from the Renaissance to the Industrial Revolution, from the disintegration of the feudal system to the rise of capitalism, any old forces that try to stop human progress will be swept away.

The prophet told them that in the old days France experienced five revolutions before establishing a republic.

Although there are repetitions in the middle, the general direction will not change.

Only those who pursue progress, have hope, know how to respect, are good at thinking, and have a clear mind are qualified to stand by his side and be able to appreciate how turbulent the tide of the times is and how majestic the long river of history is.

Hu Laosi hopes that he is such a person, who can accompany that man who radiates humanity to the top.

Unlike the hysterically fanatical black saints, the leader of the razor-men, Yang Zhi, wore an inconspicuous leather battle suit, and entered the base of the Pandaren Legion among the crowd.

He wears a filtering device similar to a mouthpiece respirator on his face, and black windproof glasses on the bridge of his nose. The face behind him cannot be seen.

Compared with the black saints, the combat soldiers of the Razor Demon are much more cautious. After confirming that the resistance forces around the wall have been wiped out, Yang Zhicai waved to the shadow area on the right side of the door.

A figure approached in the night.

"Well done." Yang Zhi snapped his fingers behind him.

A confidant brought a metal box, opened the lid, and there were more than 50 doses of Jeter inside.

The people rushing out of the shadow area were full of excitement, and their eyes were green.

If there is a member of the Pandaren Legion, they will definitely recognize the identity of this person - the old man of the Legion, Liu.

"This is what you want." Yang Zhi said looking at the addict in front of him.

Ray's second child's death really did him a great favor.

If Lei's second child is not dead, Da Liu will not agree to this deal, and how can they successfully break through the gate of the Pandaren Legion base.

The Pandaren Legion can allow its own people to mix with the Black Saints, and of course he can also buy news from the people of the Pandaren Legion.

Gem City is a gold den, whether it is bandits, merchants, mercenaries, or scavengers, monster hunters, they will go there to have some fun in their free time.

This provides a platform for intelligence espionage.

Some use food to lure the target to speak, some use women to seduce the target to speak, and some use force to threaten the target to speak.

In addition, there is another thing that can make addicts lose their stance-Jet.

The Pandaren Legion is not black-handed mercenaries. There are quite a few Jet addicts in this relatively loosely managed organization. As long as they use a little trick, they can easily trade some information.

Da Liu is the informant of the secret development of the razor man.

As an old man in the legion, Liu's understanding of the Pandaren Legion is far beyond that of ordinary soldiers. However, Liu is very smart and measured. In the past, he sold information to the Razor Man Demons without any pain.

Until Lei's second child died, as a good friend, Da Liu knew that he had no backer, and would not be trusted if he switched to Tian Hu, and Lie Shou would never reuse a man. As for "friend" Zeng Hua?That's a softie.

When the razor man asked him if he wanted to make a big deal, he shrewdly said yes.

Today was the day he betrayed the Pandaren Legion—it was because of him that Yang Zhi knew that Zang Feng would return today; it was because of him that he planted C-4 explosives at the gate so that the Black Saints and Razormen could drive straight in.

Actually... This is the second deal he made today, and he made some extra money before that.

I have to leave anyway, so of course I can earn a little more.

Just like what Zang Feng cares about most is not the Pandaren Legion he founded, but the blind and lame little girl. His feelings for the Pandaren Legion are far less than a box of Jet.

(End of this chapter)