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"Who are these?" He asked Ding Ling suspiciously.

"My friend." Ding Ling briefly introduced.

The man didn't say any more, took out a document and handed it over:

"Captain Ding, there are two ghosts who have stolen some military supplies and may defect to the 'First City'. You should pay special attention to similar figures in your settlement."

Ding Ling's expression was solemn, and he opened the document and looked at it for a while before handing it back:

"I'm going to Wubei, please go ahead and inform the remaining soldiers at the settlement."

"Okay." The man took back the document and trotted back to the military jeep.

Shang Jianyao and the others didn't ask any more questions, and ate their lunch without squinting or listening.

After restarting the journey, Jiang Baimian looked at the green mountain bike in front of him and said thoughtfully:

"The stolen military supplies are probably very important..."

Chapter 142 Notes

This time, Long Yuehong didn't ask why, because he could see that this matter was not that simple.

If it was simply that two insiders stole some military supplies, the "Salvation Army" would not attach such importance to it at all. They sent telegrams to various border settlements and key outposts, describing the appearance, height, and clothing of the wanted person, and specifying what to do. It’s almost the same as what the recovered materials are. After a while, if someone stops by and fills up the arrest warrant with photos, there is no need to send multiple groups of specialized personnel to carry the documents and go to different border settlements and key posts one by one. Notice.

"What could it be?" Bai Chen whispered to himself while driving.

Shang Jian Yao guessed with great interest:

"Military exoskeleton device? Excavated by the 'Salvation Army', or a secret weapon developed by yourself?"

"Is there such a possibility that the military supplies are just a cover, an excuse, and what was stolen was something else?" Gnava said with a red light in his eyes.

Jiang Baimian made a nasal sound:

"That possibility cannot be ruled out.

"Oh, don't guess. If you don't have any clues, isn't this the same as making up a story by yourself?"

"Yes, yes!" Shang Jianyao echoed.

He then refuted himself:

"Isn't it interesting to make up stories?"

"Hey, I've read a lot of entertainment materials in the old world, so I have a rich vocabulary." Jiang Baimian didn't care too much about whether the team members discussed it or not, since he was idle anyway.

In this way, they drove out of Yunshan Mountain completely in less than an hour and a half along the road that became smoother and smoother, and entered a vast and boundless wilderness overgrown with weeds.

At this time, Ding Ling slowed down the speed of the car, and waited until the jeep of the "Old Tuning Team" was level with him, then opened the window and said:

"It takes at least eight hours to go to Wubei. We will find a settlement to rest later, and we will start tomorrow morning. Is it okay?"

"No." Jiang Baimian shook his head first, then asked doubtfully, "Only eight hours?"

She has seen the high-precision maps of the old world, and also studied the crude maps drawn by the relic hunters of the current era. She thinks that the distance from here to Wubei is about the same as that from Wild Grass City to Hongshiji. If she is lucky, the time spent is measured in days. It is not too uncommon to use the unit of week to measure in bad weather and frequent disasters, and it is necessary to take a long detour.

Sensing Xue Shiyue's surprise, Ding Ling looked at the road ahead, and explained with a little pride:

"In the first 20 years of the new calendar, we completely restored the main road from Wubei to Yunshan, and it has been maintained all these years.

"From here to Wubei, except for a few places where pollution is serious and there are many problems, you need to make a detour, and you can just drive along the road at other times.

"Li Ziren, one of the founders of our 'Salvation Army', once said that food is the blood, industry is the bones, and roads are the nerves that connect them all."

Clap, clap, Shang Jianyao clapped his hands vigorously.

Jiang Baimian also really felt that the "Salvation Army" has a different temperament from other forces.

Although they are considered to have fallen, but on the road to reconstruction, they are far better than the "Original City" and other big forces.

In those places, words like this often appear:

"Anyway, many of the roads left over from the old world can still be driven. Wouldn't it be enough to make a detour in some places?"

"How can there be so many materials to build roads? Get more high-chassis vehicles, and it's not impossible to drive in the wilderness!"

"I'm afraid that if the road is built too well, it will be more convenient for slaves to run!"

To this day, only the inner streets of the major settlements and the roads leading to the surrounding manors in the "Original City" have been repaired and maintained from time to time. Other places, including wilderness outposts and border settlements, mainly rely on the old world. remnants of a fairly flat wilderness.

Coupled with the existence of large polluted areas, uninhabited areas, dangerous areas and the impact of extreme weather, the time cost for people to travel has risen sharply.

"As expected of the Salvation Army!" Jiang Baimian also praised.

It can be seen that Ding Ling and her subordinates are very happy about this.

Regardless of whether they have fallen or not, they are quite proud of the past actions and achievements of the "Salvation Army", and empathize with them.

After three o'clock in the afternoon, two vehicles arrived at a settlement.

This was rebuilt around a farm in the old world. Beyond the high walls, large tracts of fields are lush and waiting to turn golden.

Relying on the halo of Ding Ling's "Salvation Army" veteran soldier and the captain of the border settlement, Jiang Baimian and others directly entered the settlement without a pass or a letter of introduction, and followed them to the oil depot in a remote place.

Ding Ling got out of the car, and took out a rolled up white handkerchief from somewhere inside the black uniform.

She unfolded the handkerchief carefully, revealing stacks of small plastic cards of different colors inside.

"This is a 50-liter fuel ticket..." After searching briefly, Ding Ling twisted out a small light yellow plastic card.

Jiang Baimian noticed that the words "standard gasoline", "50 liters" and "Material Coordination Committee System" were printed on the surface of the slightly transparent card, and an incomplete red official seal was also printed on it.

After the guard at the oil depot took over the small plastic cards and began to refuel the green mountain bike, Shang Jianyao moved to Ding Ling curiously, looked at the small plastic cards and said:

"Is this your Salvation Army ticket?"

"Yes, there are oil tickets, pork tickets, beef tickets, mutton tickets, fish tickets, rice tickets, flour tickets, cloth tickets, ready-to-wear tickets..." Ding Ling briefly introduced, "It's better for you to exchange supplies for some tickets in the future. , it will be more convenient to supplement what you want.”

"Oh oh." Shang Jian Yao had an expression of "I understand".

Jiang Baimian took two steps forward and said with a smile:

"How about we get some from you first?"

"Okay." Ding Ling didn't refuse, and even joked, "Let's use the canned pork and sauerkraut you ate yesterday instead. The taste yesterday made us greedy, and we kept swallowing!"

Jiang Baimian chuckled lightly:

"This itself was produced by your Salvation Army. It was smuggled across the border, so we had a chance to get it..."

While talking, she glanced at the expressions of Ding Ling and her subordinates, and found that they didn't care too much about the smuggling.

After negotiation, the "Old Tune Group" exchanged some of the canned food and biscuits they were tired of eating for some bills, including pork bills calculated in catties.

Long Yuehong watched the whole process of the transaction, and found that Ding Ling actually had a kind of bill called "timber felling ticket" in his hand.

"This is?" He pointed curiously.

Ding Ling looked down and said with a smile:

"All the resources of our Salvation Army belong to the whole. If we want to cut down trees and get some timber, we also need bills."

Shang Jianyao thought for a while, pointed to the solar charging panel on the roof of his jeep, and asked seriously:

"Do you need a ticket to get solar?"

Pfft... why don't you ask if you have to pay for sunbathing?Jiang Baimian sneered in his heart.

Ding Ling was obviously taken aback by the question:

"No, it's not necessary."

After the mountain bike was refueled, Ding Ling and her subordinates led several members of the "Old Tune Team" to the campsite in the corner of the settlement.

On the way, they encountered some men and women who appeared to be relic hunters.

The reason why Jiang Baimian felt that they should be relic hunters was because their temperament was very different from the residents and soldiers of the settlement itself.

They were more casual and unscrupulous, and didn't care about other people's gazes. Among them, some people even stood on the roof of the car, playing music, twisting their bodies, making Shang Jianyao's eyes shine.

It can be said to be a relic hunter, and these are somewhat different from the existences west of Yunshan Mountain. They don't have the special temperament that combines depression and indulgence, and they don't look like they have suffered too much hunger and cold.

After parking the car at the campsite, Jiang Baimian found Ding Ling and her subordinates, and pointed to those people:

"Are they relic hunters?"

"Hmm." Ding Ling nodded first, then saw Long Yuehong and the others were puzzled, and explained with a smile, "In our 'Salvation Army', you can become a relic hunter if you don't want to."

"Ah?" Shang Jianyao responded cooperatively.

Of course, he was really curious too.

"Except for children and elderly people, everyone in our Salvation Army has their own positions and responsibilities. How can it be possible to be a relic hunter if you say that you are a relic hunter? You may not believe it if you say it, but within our sphere of influence In China, except for a few deep mountains and those unexplored polluted areas, there are no wilderness wanderers in other places." Ding Ling showed that innate pride again.

She elaborated:

"In the beginning, we didn't welcome this kind of occupation at all. Some special teams were responsible for exploring the ruins and collecting materials, but later, the population of the city increased, and the original positions gradually became insufficient. Not enough, this diverted a group of willing people to join the Hunter Guild.

"So, in our Salvation Army, anyone who wants to become a relic hunter must be approved."

This... Long Yuehong was eye-opening at first, but after thinking about it, she felt that this was no different from the company.

If he, Shang Jianyao and the others hadn't been assigned to the Ministry of Security and had been approved to have a certain freedom of movement outside, how could they become relic hunters?

In addition, you can also use the Hunter's Guild to obtain basic information on various places in Huitu... Jiang Baimian thinks about the changes of the "Salvation Army" from another angle.

Ding Ling glanced at those relic hunters, and said in a slightly complicated tone:

"These people always like to laugh at us for being old-fashioned and conservative, but they don't think about it. Who made them have a bite to eat when they explored without gaining anything, and who made them not worry too much about robbers in the wild? It's their family members, It's our regular army!"

The captain's feelings seemed to be shared by several of her subordinates, who nodded their heads one after another.

At this moment, several relic hunters ran out from somewhere in the settlement, shouting loudly:

"Those two inner ghosts have a clue!"

Chapter 143 Psychosis

Got a clue so soon?Long Yuehong was startled.

To be honest, he always felt that unless he was lucky, it would be protracted when it came to arresting so-and-so in the dust.

As one of the most wanted targets of "Original City", he thinks he still has certain qualifications to speak in this regard.

It is true that on the gray soil, the "Old Tune Team" is definitely the best in terms of experience, ability, and prudence. Lack of population management methods, various technological generations, insufficient resource investment, and problems with information interaction.

But now, in the morning, I heard that the "Salvation Army" had two traitors who stole military supplies, and in the afternoon, there were clues, and the effect was so high that it was jaw-dropping.

Suddenly, Long Yuehong thought of the rumors of the "Salvation Army" that she had inquired about before, and the situation that Ding Ling unconsciously revealed in just a few words, and felt that there was something reasonable about it:

The "Salvation Army" has a very strong control over all aspects of personnel. Outsiders need to be audited and obtained a pass. Internally, robbers and wilderness wanderers are basically eliminated. Even relic hunters have to be approved.

Under such an environment, unless the two traitors do not contact various settlements or relic hunters who act as black market traders, and are self-sufficient in the wilderness and mountains, there is a great risk of exposure.

Even if they have a special awakening ability, they can escape for a while, not for a long time, at most delaying the discovery of clues for a day or two.

Of course, the long-term effect of the "reasoning clown" is another matter, but judging from the degree of control of the "Salvation Army", how to avoid the influence of the corresponding ability in the investigation and ask the real situation may have been printed as a manual , sent to the frontline personnel.

This is completely different from the fact that "Original City" hides many abilities from the grassroots security officers in order to improve the stability of its own rule.

What Long Yuehong could think of, Jiang Baimian could naturally think of too.

She looked up at the relic hunters who hurriedly got up to follow the clues to chase the wanted criminals, then turned her eyes back to Ding Ling and her subordinates, and said with a smile:

"I'm thinking about what to have for dinner. Is there any special food here?"

"Concerned about dinner so early?" Ding Ling was slightly taken aback.

Shang Jianyao helped explain:

"Eating is a major event in life. We have to examine ourselves three times a day: what to eat for breakfast, what to eat for lunch, and what to eat for dinner."

This is what he learned from entertainment materials in the old world, and it is also suitable for today's ashes, only one word needs to be changed:

What's for breakfast, what's for lunch, what's for dinner.

Jiang Baimian glanced at this guy and said helplessly:

"I'm half a folklorist, and I like to get in touch with the customs of different places, including various special foods."

"That's it." Ding Ling nodded first, then smiled, "I thought you were deliberately changing the subject, not wanting to show concern for the inner ghost incident, for fear of arousing our suspicion."

Is not it?Long Yuehong grunted.