long night fire

Clap, clap, Shang Jianyao clapped his hands:

"Your ears are better than ever."

He used this answer to indicate that there was indeed a sound.

The voice was humming and low, and it came from a distance, carrying a whimper of wind.

Jiang Baimian concentrated on distinguishing for a while, and said to himself:

"The sound of the engine? And more than one, even more than single digits..."

"A convoy?" Shang Jianyao guessed excitedly.

Jiang Baimian frowned:

"In the middle of the night, what team will not rest?"

More importantly, what kind of teams will be on the ice this season?

"You have to ask them." Shang Jianyao was confident.

Jiang Baimian listened for a while and said:

"The sound of the engine is getting farther and farther away, it should have nothing to do with us.

"Keep basic vigilance, don't meddle in the past."

"Okay." Shang Jian Yao didn't fall ill this time.

After another half an hour, those voices completely disappeared.

It was not until dawn that Jiang Baimian informed Gnawa, Bai Chen and Long Yuehong of the incident.

Then, they had breakfast, boarded the jeep, and prepared to leave the ruins of the city and continue to the area where their destination was located.

The jeep drove out of the city along the streets on both sides of the road.

After passing an intersection, Shang Jianyao, who was sitting in the back row to catch up on sleep, suddenly opened his eyes and said excitedly:

“那边有人，有1、2、3、4、5……”

He kept counting until Jiang Baimian interrupted him:

"Approximate number."

Shang Jian Yao had to stop counting:

"It's less than a hundred, but it's not too bad."

Chapter 40 New Friends

One, one hundred?Then what were you counting just now? Before you finished counting, we have all met those people!Even after joining the "Old Tune Group" for several years, Long Yuehong still couldn't fully adapt to Shang Jianyao's behavior style.

This is because the other party often comes up with new tricks.

"Close to 100 people?" Jiang Baimian frowned while signaling Bai Chen to slow down, "Why did a team of this size appear in the ice field?"

"Just ask in the past and you'll know." Shang Jianyao looked troubled.

These words were written all over his face:

If you have any questions, just ask the person concerned directly. It’s such a simple matter, everyone in the world is brothers!

Jiang Baimian thought for a while and said:

"Let's find a place to observe from a distance first, and then consider whether to contact.

"Hey, take out your loudspeaker and get ready to shout, Old Ge, monitor the status of other people. In case there are awakened people at the level of the 'spiritual corridor' on the opposite side, we can't hide our approach now."

"Okay!" Shang Jianyao responded excitedly, and then took the initiative to ask Ying, "Old Ge is driving, I will take the co-pilot seat, so it is convenient for observation and reaction."

Jiang Baimian said with some relief:

"Your idea is good, but why do we have to drive there?

"Hide the jeep somewhere near here, guarded by Xiaobai, Xiaohong, and Lao Ge, and you and I hide our consciousness and sneak over, wouldn't it be better?"

"That's right!" Shang Jian Yao clasped his right fist and struck his left palm.

Jiang Baimian quickly issued an order:

"Xiaobai, pull over and stop."

Soon, the "Old Tune Group" was divided into two teams. Jiang Baimian and Shang Jianyao put on military exoskeleton devices, concealed their consciousness, and headed for the target area.

Instead of taking the main road, they used snow-covered alleys to approach the place where a large number of human consciousness gathered.

Not long after, they entered the third floor of a building and looked down at the front.

The first thing they saw was the ice edges hanging from the half-opened windows, and then a cleared square with little snow.

There are monuments and humanoid statues on the square, but they have all suffered severe corrosion, so that the surface is deformed, and holes appear one by one, which looks extremely terrifying.

Surrounding the monument and humanoid statues, there are heavy-duty trucks equipped with anti-skid tires, forming a camp with many RVs.

On these trucks, the plastic sheets used to cover the rain and snow were all lifted off, revealing the empty trunks with nothing in them.

In the camp, there are many RVs and several off-road vehicles. They have different colors, some are black, some are white, some are brown, some are red, as if they are holding an expo.

At this time, fifty or sixty humans gathered around several bonfires, their expressions blank and speechless, as if their souls had been extracted.

And there are three No. 40 people. According to Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian, they are in different cars.

Every car has people.

"This way of setting up a camp..." Jiang Baimian showed an expression of reminiscence.

Shang Jian Yao was quite excited:

"My brothers, 'Rootless'!"

"Rootless people" are a group of people who live in RVs and are used to wandering. Their customs and habits are different from ordinary human groups.

Jiang Baimian let out a "hmm":

"This is a bit different from the 'Sangzi' business group we have seen before.

"'Sangzi' mainly consists of RVs, and this team is almost halfway between RVs and trucks. Moreover, 'Sangzi' is basically made up of Huitu people, and most of them here are from Honghe."

"Cousin brother." Seeing that Yao knew his mistake, Shang corrected his statement.

He then said with concern:

"Something happened to these 'rootless' and they lost their cargo."

He was judging from the empty truck.

Without waiting for Jiang Baimian to respond, he continued:

"As an ethnic group whose main business is cargo transportation and resale, they lost their cargo and lost their reputation, so they could only come to the ice field to find a quiet place, collectively repent, and decide whether to commit suicide..."

"Stop, stop!" Jiang Baimian forcibly interrupted this guy's guess.

More and more outrageous!

She looked at Shang Jianyao, laughed "hehe" and said:

"I know, you want to go over and ask what happened, and take care of your cousins."

"Yes, yes." Shang Jianyao admitted frankly.

"The problem now is that those 'rootless people' are hard to distinguish from friend and foe." Jiang Baimian thought for a while, "Take out your megaphone and express your goodwill."

The "goodwill" of being a friend.

After getting permission, Shang Jianyao immediately took out his blue and white loudspeaker from the tactical backpack hanging on his body.

He has experimented before. When exerting influence, relying on the amplifier module that comes with the military exoskeleton device is not as effective as using an independent amplifier directly. It seems that there are too many turnovers, the circuit is too complicated, and there is too much loss.

Of course, this attenuation is only about [-]%. Under the current distance, it will not affect Shang Jianyao's use of "thought guidance" on the group of suspected "rootless people". Speaker shouting is more interesting.

"Good morning, everyone." He greeted politely first, speaking in Honghe language.

The group of suspected "rootless people" reacted instantly.

They came back to their senses one after another, went their separate ways, and looked for a bunker.

"I know the 'Sangzi' business group, and I am brothers with Fei Lin. They are also 'rootless', active in the vast land from Wild Grass City to the Gold Coast." While Shang Jianyao shouted, Jiang Baimian used the telescope to watch the situation of those people.

When they heard "Sangzi" and Feilin, they all paused obviously, and some of them showed expressions of thinking.

Based on this, Jiang Baimian judged that these people were indeed "rootless people", and even if they were not, they were closely related to "rootless people".

Shang Jianyao held the loudspeaker and continued:

"I like 'Rootless' very much, and I am willing to become friends and brothers and sisters with every 'Rootless'..."

After he finished "chattering", those people relaxed. Except for those who stayed in the car, the rest gathered around the bonfire again, smiling and waving at Jiang and Shang.

Shang Jianyao put down the loudspeaker with satisfaction.

"Let's go." Jiang Baimian didn't say anything more.

The two men wearing military exoskeleton devices jumped down from the third floor with ease, and arrived at the camp after a few ups and downs.

"How do you call it?" Shang Jianyao pushed up the protective visor of his helmet, stretched out his hands, and enthusiastically held them with the head of the team who was coming.

Jiang Baimian, who also pushed up the mask, slowed down his breathing, because the strong smell of gasoline and diesel came oncoming.

"Smith." The 50-year-old Honghe man with weathered hair responded with a smile, "What about you?"

He said he was tall, but he was actually only 1.7 meters five, but compared to most surface people, this height was not bad.

"Zhang Qubing."

"Xue Shiyue."

Shang Jianyao and Jiang Baimian skillfully reported their pseudonyms in Honghe language.

Smith with blue eyes asked in amazement:

"Zhang Qubing and Xue Shiyue who were rewarded by the 'First City'?"

You "rootless people" are really well-informed. You are indeed a group of people who make their homes in vehicles and wander around... Jiang Baimian muttered in his heart.

"Yes, we are very valuable." Shang Jianyao replied proudly.

The people around nodded at the same time.

Really worth the money.

And very valuable often means very powerful or very dangerous.

Seeing Yao confirming, Shang asked:

"Are you really 'Rootless'?"

"Yes." Smith admitted frankly, "We only met Fei's 'Sangzi' business group in the orange company's sphere of influence last year."

Shang Jian Yao nodded:

"What happened to you?"

He pointed to the empty heavy truck.

Smith showed a puzzled and bewildered expression:

"We took a transportation order, and the owner asked us to transport a large amount of supplies to this ice and snow ruin, and someone will come to receive it.

"As a result, this morning we found that all the supplies were gone, so many supplies!

"And our night watchers have no impression of this at all! Neither do we!"

Twenty or thirty heavy-duty trucks and RVs fully loaded with supplies, how can thieves steal them casually?

Without the same number of convoys with the same loading capacity, it is impossible to do this.

Moreover, even if there is such a convoy, the transfer of materials is a time-consuming and labor-intensive chore, and there is no reason for the "rootless" to be unaware.

That's why Smith and his clan were at a loss for a long time, at a loss.

The only thing they are lucky about is that the vehicles regarded as family members and relatives have not been lost.

"Oh..." Shang Jian Yao felt sympathetic at first, and then asked excitedly, "Did you both have the same dream?"

Do you suspect that this group of "rootless people" were forced to sleep?Jiang Baimian waited thoughtfully for an answer.