A common tavern that connects all fantasy worlds

"I don't owe the world anything, but old Joe owes me. He killed my mother, took me from the oasis, and branded the tyrant's mark on the back of my neck. As a slave, as a tool, as something he can dispose of at will, I just want him to pay the price!" Furiosa said.

Qido stared at her blankly, and asked with tears: "... so what if you kill him? This world will be like this, full of predators, lunatics, ogre kings, and mutant monsters. If you kill him, you will die." Can it make the world a better place?"

Furiosa took a few steps forward, pointed at Chito with steel fingers, and gritted his teeth: "No! Can't. But at least it's a start!...We, our hands, and the willingness to believe Only our people can make the world a better place... Miracles are bestowed by others, our heaven must be created by ourselves, and the undead old Joe is just our stumbling block!"

Max nodded, and said to Nax next to him: "Look at that, boy, that's someone with hope."

When the voice fell, he strode over and said: "Time is running out. We have to quickly weld this thing to the car, and use it to solve the 'stumbling block' tomorrow... I need your help, and it will not be too late to leave later."

Among the girls, "Tost" with short hair and "Kepabe" with red hair stood out first.

"I want to see that old bastard dead, and I can shoot you," Tost said.

Kepabei looked at her, then at the hunched Nax, and nodded: "...me too, I want to stay here, I want to go back to the fortress!"

The other two girls shook each other's hands and nodded, then looked at Vouverini's mothers.

"Sounds good." The oldest grandma nodded, opened the bag with a smile, and showed everyone the green seedlings she planted in plastic flower pots: "...we finally have a place to plant this, and there will be a A new oasis."

Dim lights were lit in the desert at midnight, and the hum of diesel generators spread several miles away before gradually turning into a low whimper in the wind.

Chapter 6 Steel and Fire

The morning sun shines on the sand, reflecting a dazzling golden color.

Anyone who wants to take advantage of this opportunity to take a nap has to cover their eyes with something; either paint the eyelids and around the eyes black like Old Joe's war boys, or put on their own goggles and hide behind them. In the shadow of the front of the car, I fell asleep listening to the sound of the wind and smelling the pungent smell of inferior gasoline.

Old Joe was awake, humming a little song before the war, and playing with his "scepter".

After so many years, the time he can fall asleep peacefully is less and less, but the time he can stay awake is not much.Most of the time, he was overexcited and had hallucinations under the effect of the spray, especially when giving water to the refugees who gathered together, the pleasure brought by the spray was mixed with the satisfaction of being worshiped and believed. He couldn't stop.

It was anger that kept him awake at the moment.

He could have had a healthy child...one who would inherit all his powers and keep his earthly kingdom and bikers going on forever...or until the wasteland swallowed them all up.

Ke Furiosa - that traitor!It was a wrong decision to save her life in the first place, and she should have eaten sand with their ridiculously stupid "mothers".

No one can continue to live after offending Old Joe so much, even if he chases to the end of the desert, he will make that bitch pay the price!And those mother species, they don't like the days when they don't have to work, they are supported, they have unlimited drinking water, and they can even take a bath; it seems that the door of the "palace" needs to be strengthened, and a few more shackles should be made, preferably The kind that's heavy enough, but won't hurt their smooth skin.

"Chariot!" Suddenly, the war boy in charge of looking out shouted loudly.

Old Qiao got up immediately, came to the telescope, and looked in another direction.

It was indeed the chariot that Furiosa drove away, and the most obvious sign was the exhaust pipes protruding from the two V8 engines on the front of the car.There seems to be a little change at the rear of the car, a large piece is raised high, it seems that a bulletproof shield is installed?

No, this is not the point, the point is that the chariot is running towards the Grand Canyon at the highest speed!

"...they are going to attack the 'fortress'! They know that the defense there is now empty!"

Old Qiao roared angrily, threw away the binoculars and quickly jumped into his car.

The deafening metal rock sounded again, and the entire locomotive army started quickly under the urging of repeated signal flares, gathering again from the scattered formation to the center.

On the chariot running at full speed, Furiosa looked at the fireworks of the signal flares reflected in the left and right windows of the car, but said nothing.

It's done... They took advantage of the last moment before dawn to grab a lead of several kilometers and passed through the middle of the army's search line. This was already the best result.

Old Joe's regiment would still catch up, their cars lighter, less loaded, and carrying more refined gasoline.

Until then……

Max also saw the approaching enemy. He stood up and was about to climb onto the roof of the car through the sunroof and go to the artillery position.The war boy Nax who was in charge of reloading and the bald man Max who was in charge of pulling the trigger were already in place, and he wanted to see how they were getting ready.

"Hey!" Furiosa called to him. "Take this! Signal me in the rearview mirror if you're going to shoot! I'll honk when I see it."

As she spoke, she threw over a flashlight that Max brought last night.

Max put the flashlight in the belt buckle on his waist, took a gun to the roof, jumped over the gap between the cab and the cargo room, and strode toward the rear of the car.

Looking from a distance, the rear was filled with yellow sand, and the pursuers of the Locomotive Legion had already swarmed, but they hadn't gotten close to the shooting range of the rifle yet.Looking out from above the gun emplacement at the rear of the car, the most conspicuous thing in the dust is the crazy red-clothed guitarist, and the only thing that can be heard is his drumbeat.

"When will we do it?" Max shouted to Max on the gun emplacement in the wind.

"...wait for them to spontaneously gather in a pile! Within 300 yards!" Max yelled so loudly that a large cloud of sand and dust rolled up by the car was thrown into his mouth.He had to cover his chest and cough, spit a few mouthfuls, and then said: "You are behind us, knock out all the enemies that approach! Pay special attention to the top!"

Max nodded, patted the bald man on the shoulder, and said nothing.

He called the other party "friend" at first out of politeness, and later to thank the other party for his help; now he saw that this man would rather risk dying in another world and never return to the place where his heart belongs, or To stay on this chariot...he had this friend in his heart.

If a friend is in need, he will also risk his life to fight for it.

"Here we come!" Max exclaimed suddenly.

The distance of the pursuers has been shortened enough that the guitarist in red can be heard playing. Regardless of whether the people in the car are ready or not, the battle is imminent.

The Wuwarini mothers were the first to engage the enemy, and there was a burst of crackling gunfire from the rear of the chariot, as well as the sound and flames of homemade petrol bombs exploding.

Max took off the flashlight from his waist, and turned several times towards the rearview mirrors on both sides of the front of the car, and then felt that the truck slowed down a little, followed by a long siren.

"Woo-woo-woo--"

The motorbikes of the mothers caught up, and the younger mother who used to act as bait on the electric tower straightened up and shouted at Max: "There are too many of them, we can't stop them!"

Max had expected it.There are a lot of people on the opposite side, but the main reason is that there are too few people on my side; even if everyone keeps firing with guns in their hands, it is not enough for the entire pursuit convoy to be hit enough.He pointed in the direction of the front of the car and shouted to the mothers: "...protect the cab!"

Their greatest hope is the Oerlikon 20mm cannon that is still dormant. Furiosa needs to drive the car a little more steadily so that Max can shoot every ammunition to the target.

The mothers' motorcycles accelerated towards the front of the car, and among the pursuers behind, the modified monster truck of Immortal Joe also rushed out of the sand screen first.His car is the only car that is powered by refined gasoline all the way, and its explosive power is stronger than those cars that burn gasoline and produce their own fuel.

From behind his car, more and more chariots emerged from the dust, gradually forming a car formation.

The war boys screamed strangely, and the pole supporters climbed up to the top of the pole and raised their middle fingers at the chariot in front of them. Many war boys also took out the lead-chromium compound spray and sprayed it like crazy.

"How far?" Max asked.

"About 300 yards!" Max yelled back.

Marx then stood on the gun position, held the handle, and said to the pale boy sitting under the protective panel: "Get ready, cut the canvas rope when I call you, and then watch my bullets!"

Nax nodded quickly and grabbed the knife in his hand.

In the ranks of the locomotive regiment, a war boy suddenly shouted excitedly: "The chariots are not running at full speed! Their engines are broken!"

After hearing this, Old Qiao took a closer look at the chariot in front of him, and sure enough, he found that the chariot was a little slower.He also ordered out the window: "Be careful they unload the water tank! Min—"

Before he could finish speaking, he saw the top of the rear of Furiosa's chariot, the area surrounded by steel plates and canvas suddenly moved.

300 yards is not too short a distance. Old Joe’s legionnaires are almost all self-made firearms in their hands. At this distance, they are not accurate at all; , 20 yards are already within the maximum killing radius.

Nax cut the rope that tied the canvas to the gun emplacement, and the canvas was immediately blown away by the desert wind, and stuck to some unlucky car window; the place that was originally covered revealed a black hole , with two long barrels protruding from it.

Immortal Joe saw the shape of the gun barrel, his heart skipped a beat, and he let out a shrill scream that he had never experienced in his life: "No——"

Max was the first to notice his swaggering monster bike, and he pulled the trigger before he could hit the brakes or turn the steering wheel.

The firing sound of the Oerlikon machine gun was very loud, but it was not the thunder-like "boom" sound of a real large-caliber artillery, but a series of "tatttttttttttttttttttttttttt..."

Tongues of flame shot out from the muzzle one after another, which was the flame of the burning gas in the barrel pushing the warhead and rushing out of the muzzle; the monster truck had no protection against high-explosive steel core bombs at all, and the modified body seemed to be It was torn and shredded like paper, and the heavy engine was penetrated in an instant. The high explosives filled in the warhead not only caused the steel core to propelled twice, but also ignited the oil and gas in the engine, making Old Joe The hood of the monster truck slammed into a ball of fire.

The flames continued to extend behind him, smashing, blowing up, and knocking down one tank after another that he once thought was extremely strong, but unfortunately he could no longer see it—Undead Joe was hit by the high-explosive bomb rain. While driving, the head and face were pierced by shrapnel and broken iron from the car body, and the entire upper body died in the first place.

The Oerlikon was still roaring, and the target that appeared in the circular sight was immediately surrounded by a torrential rain of steel and flames, and turned into a pile of burning scrap iron; the war boys who were desperate for their faith did not even leave their screams, Just disappeared in this cruel world.

Nax tried hard to control himself not to look from above. He raised one hand to block the shell casings raining down from the side, while paying attention to Max who was gritting his teeth and controlling the cannon.

"...reload!" the bald man roared.

Nax immediately jumped up and unloaded the empty drum; then he struggled to lift out the heavy drum from the ammunition box on the side, and installed it on the bolt according to the steps practiced last night.

Oerlikon was silent for a few seconds, and again began to shoot his deadly breath backwards.

Gradually, the road began to quiet down.

Chapter 7 Stories

Furiosa's chariot stopped.

There is no need to rush to the Grand Canyon to block the road anymore... Max played normally and wiped out the entire locomotive army with more than 600 bullets. No one knows how he was so accurate; Shelling dead corners, attacking war boys with petrol bombs, and Wuvarini's mothers repelled a few wandering enemies around the chariot. When the casualties reached the critical point, the battle ended logically.

On the remaining dozen or so remodeled chariots, the pale war boys were silent, gathered together, did not fire, just looked at this side.

Furiosa jumped out of the car and walked to the center of the battlefield with everyone.

Most of the cars have lost their original shape and turned into a pile of twisted and burning scrap iron; but Old Joe's car is still intact, probably because the structure has been specially reinforced.

Max stretched out his hand, tore off the crumbling car door, and together with Furiosa, dragged out a fat dead body with white hair from the car.His face and chest were shattered, but the strange plastic carapace, white hair and talcum powder all over his body definitely proved his identity.

The war boys watching from a distance are still silent.

Old Joe's "immortality" legend, like the so-called Hall of Valor of the V8 engine god, is the foundation of their beliefs and the root of their fanaticism and militancy... Thinking about it now, it seems like a very long dream.

Every war boy is a "healthy" child selected from the refugees. Of course, they also have family members, at least two parents; but until now, many people have re-recognized this fact in a trance.

"...I suddenly thought, how is my mother now?"

In a certain car, the driver holding the steering wheel asked his spearman.

Spearman replied in a low voice: "...Have you forgotten? All the women who give birth work as 'mothers' in the fortress to give birth to human milk."

The driver nodded: "Yes, I remember now."

Furiosa threw the heavy old Joe on the sand and called out to the remaining war boys:

"I'm going back to the fortress! Water for all, and life for all with their own hands, or volunteering to take up arms and defend 'our' fortress. Come with me, or put down your arms now and go!"

Not long after, someone jumped out of the car, threw the weapon in his hand into the sand, and drove away without looking back.

But more people chose to stay. At this moment, they were out of the effect of the lead-chromium compound spray, and they were extremely docile. Under the supervision of their mothers, they concentrated their guns, unloaded them, and drove their own cars to follow behind the chariot.

Max, who was covering the wound on his arm with a bandage, also searched the battlefield together. He was lucky not to be shot in the battle just now, but unfortunately his upper arm was cut by a spike shot from nowhere.Skin trauma, after returning to the tavern to deal with it will be fine.

As he was walking, he suddenly found a person who was still alive.

Major Kalashnikov has lost both of his calves, is blind again, coughs up blood, and does not know how he has survived until now.He heard the sound of Max approaching and flipping through the belt decorations hanging on him with great interest, coughing and asking, "Where's Joe?"

"Dead." Max didn't mind answering the question of a dying man.

The major giggled, his weak laughter seemed to be pulling a broken bellows: "Is there a time when this old bastard can't do it? ...God, I still remember him climbing up from behind the fort and killing another warlord. Throwing it off the top of the tower. We were all in shock and all the brothers were like 'Old Joe is a fucking tough guy'."

"Anyway, you're going to die, so let's continue..." Seeing him stop, Max urged, "I owe him a lot of stories. If your story is exciting enough, maybe I'll tell him."

"Okay, okay, you people have killed us, and you will have time to take a bath and tell stories later. What do you want to hear?" The major panted, and he felt that he was slipping to the edge of death.

Max thought for a while, and then said to him: "Tell me about you, Old Joe, you, the cannibal."

"...Old Joe, Joe Moore, he was my chief before the war, and we had cooperated in the army. Later, the situation became more and more chaotic, so we organized a group of retired brothers to form the 'Motorcycle Party'." The major said, "At that time, there were robbers and gangsters everywhere. Old Joe said, we can't act like robbers, we can't oppress civilians, we can't attack women and children... Hehehe... But then... the nuclear bomb came...

"... If we continue to stick to his set, we will not be able to survive. Everyone went crazy, and finally he joined us, robbing women, robbing resources, and robbing everything we saw.

"One time we came across a group of marauders who were torturing a man and cutting off his nose. The one without the nose was Brody, and he said he'd seen a 'fortress' of three high mountains where there were Underground river, clean water source!

"That's today's fortress... I led my brothers to attack from the front, and Old Joe climbed up from behind. After fighting for two days, the brothers suffered heavy casualties, and the bullets were about to run out. Old Qiao really rushed in from behind. , slaughtered everyone.

"...I occupied the nearby lead mines to produce weapons and ammunition for the fortress; Brody led people to occupy the oil refinery we passed by to refine oil for the fortress. He seemed to be particularly sensitive to the nose, and one day a refugee stared at him Nose, . . . Well, he was called 'The Man-Eater' later on. Crazy."

"You're all lunatics," Max complained, taking all the remaining bullets off him... Furiosa might need them.

The major didn't care, and even took the initiative to move his body to make it easier for Max to search.

He said weakly: "To survive in this wasteland, you are not crazy enough to die.... Do you think Furiosa can really do what she said? Soon someone will feel that they obviously did Work more, why get the same food as those who don't work?

"There will be some people who feel that they are more valuable than others, and they should possess and enjoy more as a matter of course; just like me, the fortress was taken down by Old Joe, my brothers and I, and the water source is ours! Are you sure you Don't think so?

"Then you may be crazier than us. Ha, I really saw that there are all kinds of lunatics in the wasteland...

"Have you seen 'Vulture'? Those looters wearing gas masks and big glasses, they say the sun is poisonous, so they usually only survive under the ruins of the city, and they capture children as 'tunnel monkeys' and give them Picking up things in the sewer pipes....Hey, hey, and that little crazy guy in the red suit, the one with the guitar, that's my favorite of all the psychos...Hahaha, did you see him? "

"I'll look for it... ah, he's over there, dead." Max looked up and then gave an answer.

Major Kalashnikov opened his mouth unexpectedly, showing his rotten teeth: "Ah...that's a pity. But I'm going to die soon, so go fuck it, ha, ha!"

Max shook his head, the death of the guitarist is not pretty: "Why do you like him the most?"

"Because... because he's the craziest!" the major grinned. "You see his headgear...that's not a rubber toy. His mother was a guitarist in a rock band before the war, and then she was in the Wasteland During that period, the two of them were captured by a group of predators. According to Old Joe, those predators took turns and then chopped off his mother's head... When Old Joe found the child, he was holding a head In a coma.

"...He must have been crazy since that day, because then he peeled off his mother's...scalp and face...hehe, hahaha...and put it on his face, so that he is playing the guitar It's like his mother is still performing on stage..."

The major coughed violently, and his face became paler and paler. Max knew that his time had come, so he stood up from his side with the ammunition belt in his hand, and said to him with a deep breath, "...a good story."

"Cough, cough, shit... I know I can't tell stories." Major Kalashnikov's voice became weaker and weaker, "Will you remember, will you remember us..."

Max raised his head again, looking in the direction of the smear of red: "Not necessarily, but I definitely remember that guitarist."

"That, that's fine..."

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