long night fire

"I haven't allowed the murlocs, mountain monsters, gray earth people, and Red River people to live in peace here yet."

Jiang Baimian was silent for a while and said:

"It needs time to settle first, and Song Warner also has the intention of this.

"Besides, it's not like we won't come anymore, we still have to pass by here when we go back from 'Mechanical Paradise'.

"At that time, you can do what you want according to the situation."

Shang Jianyao thought for a while, and suddenly became excited:

"Then I want to say to everyone in Redstone Collection:

"We're back again!"

They may not welcome it... Long Yuehong slandered in her heart.

Because they had already packed their belongings, they did not return to the hotel camp, but drove the jeep towards the south.

Goal: "Mechanical Paradise".

……

Watch out for the outside of the church, a boy about the same age as Veyer sat on the edge of the collapsed building and complained:

"Why didn't you come when my father was buried? Are we still friends?"

This half-grown boy has dark green eyes.

Veyer, who was also sitting on the edge of the collapsed building, pouted and said:

"It's not like you don't know, I don't like him very much. He always makes fun of my height."

Chapter 126 "Surrounded"

The jeeps of the "Old Tune Group" traveled between the mountains and headed for the southern region along the road that was barely preserved and lacked maintenance.

Their destination was a place called "Tarnan".

This is the only foreign trade point established by "Mechanical Paradise". Only forces that have gained their trust or can provide important strategic materials know of its existence. Hongshiji and Wild Grass City are one of them.

——The "rootless" business group whose main business is transportation does not have this qualification, because "Mechanical Paradise" may be the most powerful force that lacks transportation capacity.

The identity of Jiang Baimian and others at this time is the trade representative of Wild Grass City. This was obtained through Xu Liyan, the president of the Wild Grass City Branch of the Shang Jianyao Brotherhood.

Before leaving Hongshiji, they also asked Song He, the alerter, to be the trade representative of Hongshiji as a backup, lest Xu Liyan suddenly disown Shang Jianyao as a brother.

Although Xu Liyan would not do anything to Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao for the sake of "Panguan Creatures", he privately sent a telegram to "Mechanical Paradise", saying that these four guys are liars, or I can vent my dissatisfaction a little bit.

"Very hungry, hungry, hungry, I'm really hungry..." (Note 1: Quoted from Luo Tianyi's "Food Song")

Shang Jian saw that the songs played by Yao’s small speaker echoed in the jeep, which made Long Yuehong almost have auditory hallucinations:

"So thirsty, so thirsty, so thirsty, I'm really thirsty..."

They are now in a mountainous area, which is very water-scarce.

This is especially true in winter when there is little rainfall.

A day ago, the "Old Tune Team" drank the prepared water, and they have not been able to find the water source since then. They followed the traces to two places and finally confirmed that the corresponding areas were seriously polluted, and some indexes exceeded the standard by an unknown number of times.

By digging the roots of certain trees, Shang Jianyao and the others would not feel the burning sensation, but this was only limited to the fact that they would not die of thirst for a while.

"Going forward, there should be a source of water." Jiang Baimian observed the geographical environment outside the window, and said in a more determined tone.

"Yes." Bai Chen agreed.

Phew, Long Yuehong breathed a sigh of relief.

He only now realizes that the feeling of lack of water is more uncomfortable than facing the murlocs and mountain monsters. The latter is only a few minutes, and the past is over, and there is no need to worry about it.

The current state is a chronic torture.

——In order to reduce the volatilization of saliva, he didn't want to talk.

Shang Jianyao, who was driving in rotation, was still in high spirits, except that his lips were a little dry, and he didn't seem to be affected at all.

"Hey, I forgot to exchange the mask of the Dragon King, otherwise I could ask for rain." He expressed regret.

Since leaving Hongshiji, members of the "Old Tune Group" no longer wear masks habitually. Only Shang Jianyao occasionally scares Long Yuehong with that monkey face.

He even yelled "fool" in a similar way.

"The Dragon King makes the rain himself, so there's no need to ask for it." Jiang Baimian corrected Shang Jianyao's mistake.

While speaking, bypassing the high cliff ahead, you can enter a valley with brown soil and a little bit of humidity.

"Slow down." Jiang Baimian reminded, "The view here is not good, and I don't know what will happen after turning around."

Both her and Shang Jianyao's senses are limited by distance, and they are not omnipotent.

Shang Jianyao glanced at Jiang Baimian who was in the passenger seat, raised his foot on the accelerator, and slowed down the car.

He has always been kind.

Slowly, the army green jeep rolled over the dirt road and bypassed the rock wall.

Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian suddenly felt enlightened.

The first thing that caught their eyes was a meandering creek, in which gravel and pebbles coexisted, and the water was exceptionally clear.

There are large stones on both sides of the creek, and the mud and sand are stuffed in their gaps, which outline the main color of the surrounding area.

Further outside are standing trees, some of them are withered, some still retain a little green, sandwiching a road covered with dirt.

Then, Jiang Baimian turned his gaze and saw dozens of people on the upper reaches of the creek, nearly a hundred meters away.

They are mainly male, dressed in all kinds of clothes, and carry a variety of weapons.

Jiang Baimian's gaze moved from the old cotton jacket, dirty down jacket, and oily leather jacket to the side of the road, and found many cars and tents.

Those carrying weapons were either slowly fetching water, or busily preparing lunch, or sitting on the ground, talking and laughing loudly, or molesting the women with their hands tied behind their backs, and occasionally slapping the male captives who glared at them.

"A gang of robbers." Bai Chen in the back seat of the jeep looked at the windshield and expressed his judgment.

A large group of bandits who have just robbed a caravan or wanderer colony in the wild.

When the "Old Tune Group" saw this bandit group, the members of the bandit group who were in charge of security also spotted them.

"Boss, we have new prey!" The black-haired, blue-eyed bandit reported excitedly to the leader.

After entering the winter, the number of caravans decreased, and all settlements were locked behind closed doors. Their harvest has been insufficient, and they can only barely make ends meet.

But today, perhaps because of Zhi Sui's blessing, they just tracked down a caravan in the morning and robbed a lot of supplies and people, and now they ran into a lone jeep crashing into this valley.

Their leader is a strong man in his thirties, nearly 1.7 meters tall, with long blond hair in a mess, and a rather strong physique.

The blue in his eyes is very light, his face is extremely rough, and he wears a helmet with horns on his head, which he dug out from the ruins of a city that he doesn't know.

Hearing the report from his subordinates, the leader looked over there, laughed and said:

"It's like a weak and helpless lamb in the lion's territory.

"Go, go and bring them back, and show me what kind of traveler dares to cross Chilar Mountain in winter."

This belongs to a section of the old mountain.

After a pause, the leader added:

"Go four cars.

"They may just be pathfinders in a caravan."

There may be many vehicles behind, many personnel, and many weapons.

"Yes, boss!" The black-haired and blue-eyed robber responded loudly, and then began to greet his companions.

At this time, they saw the army green jeep abruptly exiting the valley in reverse.

The other party seemed so frightened that he had forgotten that the vehicle could still turn and turn around.

"Haha!" The robbers made all kinds of strange noises, waved their weapons, and rushed to the scheduled vehicle.

They love this timid prey best!

This often allows them to save a lot of bullets.

When the vehicle started and chased after the target, the captured men and women withdrew their lost and desperate gazes.

They thought they could be saved.

Who knows, only a jeep came.

This seems to be a team of relic hunters who just passed by by chance and came to fetch water.

Accompanied by cheers of excitement, two off-road vehicles and two pickup trucks, leading a dozen robbers, rushed towards the corner frantically, not wanting their prey to escape their sight.

As soon as the first car circled past, the driver's eyes suddenly froze.

The army green jeep stopped quietly tens of meters away, with its body tilted like a short wall.

Behind the Jeep, a man of not short height is wearing a black metal skeleton with the help of his companions; on the side of the Jeep, a slightly petite woman puts a rifle on the front cover; on the other side of the Jeep, a man with a ponytail is wearing gray camouflage The woman in uniform squatted there, carrying a heavy individual rocket launcher on her shoulders.

Bazooka!

The pupils of the robber driver of the first car and his "passengers" suddenly dilated.

In the next second, the god of death burst into flames.

Boom!

The bandit leader, who was waiting by the stream for his men to bring back his prey, had just lit a seized scorched yellow homemade cigarette when he heard a deafening sound.

Snapped!

Before the homemade cigarette was delivered to his mouth, it fell to the ground.

Inside his eyes was a ball of fire that rapidly expanded.

The crimson fireball instantly engulfed the pickup that was rushing forward and was about to turn a corner.

This scene was imprinted in the hearts of all those who witnessed it like an oil painting.

boom!

The off-roader rushing to the second place failed to brake in time and crashed into the burning pickup.

Whoa!

Its side glass shattered and a bullet penetrated the cab.

While the driver's blood was splattering, the bandit leader in the distance couldn't help but flashed a few absurd thoughts:

"Trap! It's a trap!

"We are surrounded!"

Chapter 127 "Gods descend to earth"

The off-road and pickup trucks following the two cars in front stopped in time, and the wheels kicked up a lot of mud.

At this time, the surviving robbers in the second car also pushed the doors, rolled to the ground, and looked for cover.

Although they stayed in the car and bent their backs, they were unlikely to be hit by the opposing gunman, but they all witnessed the explosion of the car in front just now, and knew that in this case, the car was no longer a protection, but a living coffin.

Upstream of the stream, where the bandits gathered, everyone except the captives stood up, each found the most suitable position, and hurriedly aimed at the corner of the valley.

They are all gangsters for many years, even in the face of accidents, they behaved in an orderly manner.

At this moment, at the corner of the valley, where they couldn't see, loud music sounded.

This melody is closely followed by the intense drumbeat that makes people's blood boil.

Amidst the sound of drums, a figure appeared in the eyes of the robbers.

He is 1.7 meters tall, his neck, chest, and abdomen are covered with iron-black armor, and his limbs are supported by metal bones. A huge energy pack can be vaguely seen behind him, and the headgear is shining with red light.

"Military exoskeleton device!"

Such a thought flashed through the bandit leader and a dozen of the most knowledgeable bandits at the same time.

This made the fear in their hearts unstoppable.

In the next second, a rough male voice sounded in the smoky valley: