Wasteland Echoer

"Then just tell me that you don't want to give lectures and that's the end of it?" Wright looked at Brett with disdain and instinctively blurted out his thoughts.

"It's not true. You just mentioned that I am a sharpshooter. But do you know how I strengthened my abilities step by step and finally had excellent control of the gun?" Brett asked with a half-smile.

"Strong talent, coupled with unremitting hard work." Wright used a standard answer.

"No. Talent is not something that ordinary humans like us have. You know, if humans all had excellent talents or even certain abilities, would the world still become a collection of filth and filth? ? No. Most people have no talent, and their efforts usually don't work, except for one thing." Brett frowned slightly, with a cold breath in his eyes.

It's like an eagle soaring in the land of fire, or like a wolf clan galloping in the glacier. It's an emotion that alternates between cold and hot, an emotion produced after experiencing the baptism of some unknown terrifying force.

"Which...which point?" Wright asked angrily, feeling some kind of fear at Brett's words.

"Push yourself to a dead end and pay the price of near death. For us humans, the most precious thing is life. Human beings have life beyond all species. Although they may not necessarily have talents, humans can easily obtain inspiration. Wright "Just think about it, if you encounter a crisis of death, will your whole body's strength and senses be greatly improved? Will you always be able to make the right choice between life and death?" Brett asked rhetorically.

"Hmm... maybe." Wright was speechless for a moment and fell into doubt.

Since he traveled to this world, he has indeed faced threats of death every moment, but he is accustomed to using the rules of the previous world to escape. Don't dare approach the crazy woman Natasha, stay as informed and known as possible.

Although the keynote of the "Safety Code" issued by Socra City to the members of the escort is to conduct all actions on the premise of protecting oneself, if it is based too much on safety and protection, many opportunities will be lost.

"It's not maybe, that's the truth. If you can't give up your life, you can only linger in the wasteland. Speaking of myself, I won't hide anything from you. As the leader of the old nobles in Kusha City, uh, illegitimate son. I could have used my father's I want to seek a position through connections. Even if I take a civil service, there is no problem in being a lower-level member of the city management committee. But I know that human beings today are nothing more than a bunch of stupid traitors who have just laid down and given up their struggle. Most of them are just They will be huddled in strongholds with various bunkers. In addition to the city of Sugra, which is still trying to expand outwards, have you heard about any combat plans of the committees in other cities?" Brett's mood was a little angry, and he patted it lightly. Table made from scrap iron sheets.

"No, probably not." Wright answered by searching his memory as much as possible.

"Definitely not." Brett's tone was decisive.

"Emperor Leto I of the Psius Empire, the predecessor of the Zine Empire, once said that there is an admirable and magnificent closed loop in the universe. Our world and humanity itself are just a moment in the ancient universe. Although human history is just an endless reincarnation, But stupidity and meanness never escape us," Brett added.

In his rich tone, Wright could tell that he seemed to have great admiration for the emperor known as "Leto I".

He seems to be a philosopher? Historian? astronomer? Or some time traveler?

This sentence sounds familiar, and Natasha, that crazy woman, seems to have had a similar point of view.

But looking at this sentence alone, it seems to be the original words of a novelist in his own world.

This wasteland world is really wonderful. It seems that my journey should not be defined as heading towards coldness and darkness. It should be a spark in the long night. Although it is temporarily dark, the future is full of light.

People like me in the previous life struggled to pursue happiness, people like Brett pursued the light in their hearts, and I, a time traveler, explored a fantasy and wonderful world.

We all have a bright future! !

"So Wright," Brett's voice pulled Wright out of his reverie, "I'm different from those stupid struggling people. I struggled when they lay flat, I explored when they were crouching, and I ran away when they were fed. I've never had a relationship with someone else. I came to Sokra from my father's side and experienced countless battles in the past fifteen years. In every decision about life, I made the right choice. This is not based on talent, but on human instinct. If If you don't risk your life to improve an ability, you will never master it."

"What you mean is to overcome your inner fear and completely expose yourself to danger. For example, those careless people wandering outside and the lost people who have supernatural powers. Then fight them and force yourself into a situation of death. This way Can you master shooting?" Wright analyzed carefully.

"That's right! You are so smart, you have mastered the essence so quickly. Yes, it is fighting. The wasteland world does not have time to train you, and of course there is no venue. Every moment the bullets produced by the Jiuyuan Factory will penetrate the heartless person's chest . So, there is less than an hour left, you and I can clean up. Don’t worry, I know that you have not participated in many large-scale battles, and you have just experienced a life and death test in the outer area. This time we will follow the "Lone Wolf" 'Behind those elites, do some supplementary fighting.' Brett stood up, touched Wright's pure black hair, and then said:

"Don't worry, there won't be any danger."

…

Zine Empire, at the front of Route 65, near Silent Highlands Outpost A.

The scorching sun rarely appeared in the winter sky, and its charming brilliance spread to the earth. Looking at the eagle flying with little blue light under the blue sky, Wright felt an indescribable emotion of loss and hope in his heart.

The Silent Highland Outpost dispatched a convoy of nearly forty or fifty mechanical chariots this time. According to the instructions of the Socra Committee, the city guard, the army and some local elite armed forces united to make sure to get through before the blood ceremony and the subsequent celebration banquet. The road to the silent heights.

Nominally, on the one hand, the Socra Committee hopes to use the expansion battle against the unintentional people to increase the city's influence and gain more say in the Imperial Parliament.

On the one hand, the big shots hope to get through the Silent Highlands to obtain the resources hidden in the ruins, such as ores, gold or even some pre-New Age technology.

And the last aspect is that if Route 65 is completely opened and the Silent Highlands are recovered, the Soviet city will be able to build one more road leading to the old capital of the empire, Zhenetsk, and the newly developed industrial city of Chekavsk. .

If a city is built there in the future, the Zine Empire's policy of sticking to points but not lines can move towards annihilating unintentional people in all directions and rebuilding the imperial system.

Although this policy was proposed in SGD 55 and has been strictly implemented for more than 500 years, it has not had much effect.

When the whistles of preparations for marching and the shouts of the Sugra troops in front and behind rang out, a thin man wearing khaki army uniform came panting heavily in front of Brett's spider-shaped chariot.

"Moros? What, you're coming to join the fight too?" Brett looked at the thin man with a mocking look on his face, with disdain on his face.

"No way, I...I need...need to go." Moros was running a little out of breath.

"Speak slowly, here, water." Wright opened his backpack and took out a light green, well-sealed water bottle engraved with the Socrata City Medal and handed it over.

"Thank you." Moros took the kettle and drank almost 30% of it before he managed to breathe normally again. After returning the kettle, he said:

"The plan has changed. I heard that there are extraordinary things in the highland ruins. I must go and see them."

"Get in the car first and speak slowly." Brett urged.

With a few short whistles and two longer whistles, the convoy like a creeping python began to drive slowly from the head along the broken road.

Due to the need for safety, the fully protected tanks of the Sugra army went ahead. Their tanks had high performance in terms of speed and defense, and were also equipped with a repeating machine gun and a small detachable turret on the upper part.

And each person is equipped with a No. 13 potion and a No. 16 potion to resist the infection of the unintentional and the lost respectively.

Potion No. 13 is composed of the scorching liquid of Wu Xinren, the eyeball of the sequence monster named "Luka", and some of the essences of the inner curling flower and Anshen Grass. It can be led by the power of the scalding liquid, and the others. The material is used to supplement mental pollution and resist infection by unintentional people.

In addition to the above materials, Potion No. 16 also contains some blood of the Lost to resist the invasion of the Lost's stronger power.

Of course, the lost people in the city of Sokra are all controlled by the Sokra Pharmacy Society, and they have long-term blood supply from some of the lost people raised in outer bases.

Most of the convoys of the convoy followed behind, and the potions distributed were no other than No. 13. After all, the convoy mainly focused on completing small-scale point targets, while the army mainly focused on frontal and all-round confrontation, and their status was different. .

Accompanied by the roar of machinery and the howling of the wind outside the window, Brett changed from his previous leisurely attitude and paid full attention to the direction of the convoy and the bright but dangerous abandoned land outside the window.

Although there is still some winter snow left in the surrounding environment, judging from the bare tree branches that look like withered old men, the animal bodies with bloodstains and entrails everywhere, and some unintentional hearts boiling with burning liquid, Route 65 seems to have just experienced a few battles.

But Wright and Moros were different from Brett. Wright's eyes were full of curiosity about the unknown world, even though he was holding tightly the "Jiuyuan" brand rifle he had purchased at the weapons trading department in his hand.

"Ahem, um, Brett, and this brother, what's your name?" Moros, who was sitting in the back row, asked Wright.

"My name is Wright, Wright Sugar, and I belong to the Sugar Guard like Brett." Wright introduced himself seriously.

"Introduce yourself again, two, uh, comrades." Moros took out a business card made of cheap materials from his arms and handed it to Brett and Wright.

"My name is Moros Vladimir, and my ancestors are from the Old Crusaders. I am now affiliated with the Socra City Army and serve as a semi-civilian battlefield observer.

Of course, I also have another identity, a member of the Socra Extraordinary Investigation Team, an honorary member of the Sequential Monster Research Foundation, and a worker of the Magic Power Research Association. ” Moros added with a proud look on his face.

Saying so many seemingly lofty titles filled Moros's face with endless glory, as if he was an eternal god in the dark night of the wasteland. Everyone should worship him and respect him.

But the reality was cruel. Brett knew his details and simply said "Oh". Wright was quite interested, but his attention was focused outside the car.

"Hey, aren't you two interested in me?" Moros was a little annoyed.

"Not interested." They both replied in unison.

"In that case, I will reveal something to you. Remember the woman I talked about earlier? Our extraordinary investigation team has inquired about some information in the past few days. The Silent Highlands were under the jurisdiction of the old Crusted Empire a long time ago. A certain god was born during the time of the World War in Winterley. Recently, both the committee and the investigation team have felt the surge of extraordinary power here, so they sent me to investigate. Let's put it this way, I just received news that Silent Highlands may There is a certain sequential god. If the Sucra Committee can capture it, if nothing else, it will be possible to at least completely restore order to the Zine Empire."

"God?" Wright's heart throbbed violently, and the female voice from the dream that day flashed through his mind.

Then, he turned his head and asked curiously:

"Can we meet?"

"Uh, I should..."

Just as Moros was about to explain to Wright, an explosion that could almost pierce the eardrums came from not far away.

Immediately afterwards, a red fireball with a hint of black and crimson slowly expanded from not far away from the motorcade. For a moment, it looked like a huge red grape that suddenly burst.