long night fire

In the evening, in the hotel camp, the "Old Tune Team" put the marinated meat on the temporarily assembled grill.

At this time, "Pangaea" sent back a telegram.

Jiang Baimian quickly deciphered the code text, and distilled the company's reply into two items:

"First, there is no need to further explore the lake island temple;

"Second, observe Han Wanghuo's performance for a while."

After reading the telegram, Jiang Baimian cursed angrily and amusingly:

"Observe for a while longer? People are leaving, how to observe? Really!"

Chapter 125 Leave

Another day later, in the morning, Han Wanghuo drove the tattered off-road vehicle to the hotel camp.

"This is all the 'mechanical heaven' information I can collect." He handed a stack of papers to Jiang Baimian who was wearing a delicate monk mask.

Jiang Baimian didn't look at it in a hurry, just glanced at it and asked:

"Has Warner Song found you?"

"We've talked about it." Han Wanghuo nodded slightly, "But it's unnecessary."

It can be seen that you are a very righteous and firm-willed person... Jiang Baimian replied in his heart.

While she was deliberating her words, Shang Jianyao interrupted and asked:

"Where are you going next?"

"Why do you ask this?" Although Han Wanghuo is not a follower of the Vigilance Sect, he instinctively asked a question after being in Hongshiji for many years.

Moreover, it is also the habit of experienced relic hunters not to reveal their personal possessions easily.

Shang Jian Yao answered frankly:

"We want to watch you."

"Huh?" Han Wanghuo was a little confused.

Shang Jianyao further explained:

"As a friend, isn't it normal to observe your life and care about your state?"

"Friend..." Han Wanghuo repeated the word in a low voice, seemingly surprised.

After a few seconds, he laughed at himself mockingly:

"I should go to Primordial City.

"There are more opportunities and a more complex environment, which is more suitable for people like me."

Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:

"I heard that the Senate also specially raised an army of subhumans."

This army is hated, discriminated against and rejected by the citizens of the "Original City", so it can only be firmly attached to the rulers of the Senate, otherwise, once they are abandoned, they will either not be able to leave the Initial City alive, or they will collectively "move" to the mining area .

As a result, the rulers of the Senate obtained an army that was loyal enough, obedient and capable enough to fight.

"It has nothing to do with me." Han Wanghuo simply replied.

He then said:

"I have to go now."

"Go back and look for you in the first city!" Shang Jian Yao waved his right hand with a look of reluctance.

Han Wanghuo took a few steps, thought for a moment, paused, turned his head, and nodded invisibly:

"Goodbye."

"Goodbye." Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and Bai Chen all responded.

Han Wanghuo exhaled slowly, opened the door of the off-road vehicle, and got into the driver's seat.

He drove the car, in the ruins of the city, all the way west, and arrived at an open area by the lake.

There are many target boards erected here, and a member of the town guard takes turns shooting at them.

During this process, they sometimes use a prone position, sometimes change to a squatting position, and sometimes change to a standing position, constantly improving their firearms level in different states.

Seeing Han Wanghuo getting off the car, the members of the town guard in the rest area shouted at the same time:

"Team Korea."

Some members speak Honghe language.

Han Wanghuo was taken aback for a moment, then smiled a little and said:

"Well, how's your training going?"

He repeated his question in Honghe language to show fairness.

The expressionless Tan Jie stepped forward two steps:

"During this period of time, everyone's level has improved a lot. It is more effective to practice together and communicate with each other."

In the past three years, because of the conflicts between the Huiyu people and the Honghe people, and everyone's belief in vigilance and hiding, Han Wanghuo tried his best and failed to organize a unified training. The members of the town guard took turns to practice.

After this attack by the murloc and mountain monster coalition forces, the townspeople in Hongshiji seemed to be stimulated, they were no longer so extreme, they could barely get together, and communicated while practicing. After all, many of their relatives and friends fell down like that In front of him, the corpse was broken and blood was flowing, the tragedy was better than ever before.

Thanks to Han Wanghuo's concept of mixing the Greyspeakers and Honghe people in formation, they depended on each other and helped each other in critical situations in the war, which finally brought a little trust.

Han Wanghuo showed a little smile again:

"good."

At this time, a brown-haired Honghe native came out and said:

"Team Han, the ammunition is tight right now."

It's not that the town guards don't have enough ammunition, but that they have to reserve a share to guard against sudden attacks by the sub-human coalition forces and bandit gangs, and not enough can be allocated to live ammunition exercises.

Han Wanghuo nodded lightly:

"Send someone to find Anhebas. He said that he wants to contribute to the town."

Hearing these words, all the members of the town guard present, whether they were Honghe people or Gray Whisperers, laughed.

——Although Han Wanghuo only used Honghe language this time, the Gray Speakers here can more or less understand it.

"Yes, Team Han!" Several town guard members responded firmly after laughing.

After talking about this matter, Han Wanghuo walked towards the shooting range, and Tan Jie followed beside him.

"After this time, they really recognized you as the captain. Your defense line is the worst place." Tan Jie said a few words without expression.

Han Wanghuo remained silent and did not respond.

He walked all the way, and all the way, the team members who had completed the shooting practice turned around and greeted him:

"Team Korea."

"Team Korea."

"Team Korea."

……

Han Wanghuo came to the end and closed his eyes.

He turned around, looked up, and saw Honghe people with different hair colors and Gray Whisperers with black hair and brown eyes gathered together.Although their attitudes towards each other are very unfamiliar and they are still on strong guard, they will exchange a few words from time to time.

Looking away, Han Wanghuo said to Tan Jie:

"Look at them."

"Okay." Tan Jie watched as Han Wanghuo circled outside the shooting range and walked towards his black SUV step by step.

After getting in the car, Han Wanghuo sat quietly for dozens of seconds before starting the car and driving to Hongshiji.

After entering the underground and parking the car, he looked ahead, took a breath silently, and let it out slowly.

Then, he opened the door and got off the car, entered the interior of Hongshiji, and went down the escalator.

Passing by an advertising box left over from the old world, he bent his fingers and tapped the surface.

"Is there a problem?" Han Wanghuo asked amidst the echo of Dangdang's movement.

"No, it's normal." A voice came from inside the metal advertising box.

Han Wanghuo gave a "hmm":

"Remember to rest, take turns."

After speaking, he walked towards the escalator leading to the bottom floor.

At this moment, the security officer inside the metal advertising box added another sentence:

"Han team, good morning!"

Han Wanghuo paused, turned around slowly, and said with a smile:

"good morning."

The escalator began to descend, and Han Wanghuo arrived at the security station.

Weller wasn't there, and there were only two security officers in hiding.

Han Wanghuo walked to his desk, stared at it for a moment, and slowly took out a letter from his pocket.

He solemnly put the letter on the table, and pressed the empty glass onto it.

Immediately, his eyes scanned the familiar tables, chairs, benches, chandeliers, stationery and walls, very slowly and carefully.

Phew, he exhaled, turned around, and walked out the door.

While going up the escalator, Han Wanghuo raised his head and looked around the empty and deserted market town.

After leaving the market town, he drove the tattered off-road vehicle all the way to the northwest of the ruins of the city.

After an unknown amount of time, the hills on the edge of the ruins came into view.

Han Wanghuo stepped on the brakes reflexively and stopped the off-road.

Sitting in the driver's seat, he cast his eyes on the rearview mirror.

In the rearview mirror, the dilapidated and silent city ruins are bathed in the winter sun near noon, as if covered with a light golden coat.

After watching for a while, Han Wanghuo looked back, touched the rifle beside him, and raised his right foot that was on the brake.

While the vehicle was driving again, he saw interval hills and barren fields ahead.

The off-road vehicle galloped on the deserted dirt.

……

After receiving the relevant materials of "Mechanical Paradise", a group of four from the "Old Tune Group" came to the vigilant church to bid farewell to Song He.

They attended a requiem here last night, praying for those who died in previous wars.

There is no hiding in the Vigilante's requiem, but everyone is masked, like a mournful masquerade.

Shang Jianyao was not disappointed because of this, and participated in it very seriously.

After leaving the church and getting into the jeep, Long Yuehong was about to speak when she suddenly saw a few half-grown children playing on a nearby collapsed building.

Among them was Veyer with his limp blond hair.

"Hehe, I almost thought he was an adult." If Long Yuehong hadn't seen such a scene, she would have forgotten Veyer's age.

The mysterious whereabouts and weird words of this big boy always make people forget his age.

Moreover, he likes to see reality from the perspective of the pipeline world, and he has indeed shown a maturity beyond his peers.

"There is probably something wrong with this guy, but we are not the local sheriff, so we have to investigate if there is a problem." Jiang Baimian laughed when he heard this.

At this time, Bai Chen started the jeep.

Shang Jianyao then turned his head and looked at the vigilant church, as if unwilling to leave.

"What are you still yearning for?" Jiang Baimian asked casually.

Shang Jian Yao replied seriously: