Chapter 222 Glory in the Sunset

Two hours, everyone knows what this time means. Two hours to go to the toilet is too long, and two hours of study is too short! What Long Ao will do in the two hours when the sunset is about to do is the road of glory forged by blood. Although the difference between a noble warrior and a despicable killer is like a piece of paper, this does not prevent Long Ao from standing on the thin and noble side, just as the night is approaching, Huang In the two hours of fainting, the blood will not be the abuse of the killer, but the glory of the warrior!

After experiencing the heavy disasters, no group is willing to accept the people who have been accommodated. They slowly gathered together, because there is no protection of weapons and no group power. Ordinary people who stay alone in the vast wilderness are the food of all kinds of mutant beasts, and a large part of the mob used to be picked up. Wastelanders, but when there are fewer and fewer resources in the wilderness and the base resources are gradually saturated, those scavengers who have no foundation or too much power are ruthlessly abandoned by various bases and wander on the wilderness and are called mob.

There are also many human beings who have mutated because of the influence of doomsday ability. Unlike the ability awakening of the ability, they have undergone various changes in ability and appearance, or one more eye on the forehead, or the ears can hear more high or low frequency sounds, or skin. Skin changes color, muscles become more developed... In short, a series of meaningful or meaningless changes have appeared in some people. Of course, because of the differences in appearance and the lack of materials, they were expelled, and more simply, they were directly destroyed by humanitarianism, only a small part. Al-Qaeda is willing to take them in because they are more powerful than ordinary people.

But most of the mutants still choose to wander in the wilderness, or hunt all the creatures they hate alone like beasts, or get together with the abandoned and become part of the mob.

In a word, the moat is just a name, a group of desperate ordinary people. Most of them rely on some capable people with commenical ambitions and desires that are not commensurate with their abilities, struggling with the food and water necessary for survival.

The Jackal Club is a wasteland mob group composed of more than 500 combat personnel. Their leader is an A-level capable person. In this way, they can survive under the wings of this A-level capable person. They hold a weapon that is so simple that they are old and fight with mutant beasts. As for the steel fortress, they dare not provoke this giant. Their real enemies are mutant plants living on the wasteland, as well as hunger, not the steel fortress.

The danger that Zhang Qinghai realized is only a theoretical danger. In fact, although there are indeed hungry molls who have attacked villages sheltered by steel fortresses or peripheral industries, the molls don't really blatantly attack the industry of steel fortress. Most of them don't have the courage to do so. People's wish is actually to have a skill, or to mute or awaken to have a certain ability to walk into the wall that symbolizes food, safety and stability, even if it is a small town.

The days are still like this. What the mob on this wasteland don't know is that today is the day when they are purged by the place they yearn for...

"Today's sunset is so beautiful, just like that woman's lips!" A member of the jackal club, holding an inferior rifle, stood on the sentry tower and chatted with his companions beside him, "Why don't those big shots give us a chance when they eat well?" As long as you are willing to give me some food, I will be a cow and a horse like the small farmers in the old society!"

"You're stupid. You don't lack that little food. Why do you bother to help you!" The companions around him sneered at him, "Don't say that they can protect me. If they don't want to have nothing to do, then if we practice guns, we won't plant it ourselves. We have to run here for three days and where to run in two days?"

This is the truth. As he said, it is not that they provoke the steel fortress, but some people in the steel fortress, or because they are worried that there will be problems if large-scale people gather under their own rule, and they are reluctant to take out extra materials to do something for these worthless people. What, so, the activities of cleaning and strangling are carried out as a matter of course. However, it is not the superiors such as Long Ao or Li Yi who have this worry, but the little bosses who have some small industries or do some black business outside the city, so they do not have the ability to completely eliminate those in him. The moabs who are staring at them in their eyes...

Hostility and distrust are the hotbed of disaster. Gradually, the relationship developed into this. Just when Long Ao and Li Yi were worried that there were not enough people to sacrifice the Zerg, they did not know that under their rule, there was also this group of mobs that were not on the roster.

It is a tradition to hide it from the bottom. Zhang Qinghai knows, Liuhu knows, or Xia Feng knows more or less, but Leng Wushuang doesn't know, Ye Karina doesn't know, and Long Ao and Li Yi don't know what these so-called mobuses are.

Why don't you eat it! It's not just an idiom and a joke, but also a subtle game of rights. The higher you stand, the farther you look. However, the higher you stand, the more unclear you can see. People standing on the top of the mountain can only see the prosperity of high-rise buildings and can't see the filth of the streets and alleys.

"What? What do you think that is? In the distance, a fast-approaching little red dot attracted the attention of the sentry of the Jackal Society.

"Let me see, huh? God? What is that..." He only saw a red object approaching. This was not something that surprised him. He also saw the ground plowed away as the object moved!

"Bum bang..." The crisp sound of gunfire sounded. Of course, the sentry was not counting on the inferior rifle in his hand to stop the approach of that thing. The gunshot was a signal, a signal of an accident.

"What's wrong? What's the matter?"

............

A small number of women, or very few children, were locked in the room, and the men who could pick up arms and fight rushed out. The gunshots were fired, or some armed men came to the door, or the mutant beast or something else dangerous came!

If it is a wandering merchant and treasure hunter, it should be ringing the bell, not firing a gun! Zhong... Well, it's not a clock. It's just a rotten iron basin that can make some crisp sounds. It's better to make a crisp sound when greeting guests than nothing.

Wandering merchants and treasure hunters are popular. Especially for small organizations like them, drugs, weapons, salt, information... can be obtained from their mouths. If you are lucky, you will even meet the kind of merchants and treasure hunters who have a big harvest, many of things that offer little in the base. It's worth a lot of money here, and it's not very valuable for them. It can really get a lot of good things in the hands of these people, such as the cubs or shells of mutant beasts, and some primitive rough leather or usable wild fruits.

Wandering merchants, treasure hunters, wasteland mobi, hunters, this is a small world, a small world hidden in the sight of Long Ao. In Long Ao's eyes, in the land he ruled, all people were protected by him in his base, and everything was going on in an orderly manner. These mobs were just a group of bandits and criminals who robbed their homes. It was not a pity to die.

Long Ao would think so. Maybe it's because the time has passed for a long time that he forgot the days when Xiaoya had been happy for a long time in a cave for a crossbow, and the kind but not simple Zhao Danyang walked with him... Or because those days were too short. ......

In a word, all this is empty talk. Long Ao now, at least has only one purpose now, that is, killing, killing all the land called moats, and eliminating all threatening creatures.

Now, the red light representing this wish is moving towards the jackal. A gathering place without Long Ao's memory is enough to show that this is a mob group, that is, his goal!

"What's going on?" A huge man more than three meters tall rushed out of the biggest shed, ignored the cold wind, and came out in a pair of leather trousers and a little rough vest.

"What's going on? Is there a mutant beast coming? The jackal leader asked loudly, and at the same time, he strode towards the sentry tower.

"I don't know, boss, a... a red thing is coming, soon! The earth cracked, red, I don't know what it is..." The sentry seemed to be scared, a little incoherent.

The leader of the Jackal Society frowned. In the wilderness, all kinds of unknown threats are the most terrible, because when faced with these threats, it often means that sacrifice is needed to understand this danger. What is the ability of this mutant beast? Can the plants in this place be eaten? Is there any water here? What's the danger? Everything needs to be filled with human life.

The best survival skills are the skills passed on by word of mouth by the surviving people. This sentence will never apply to those who are powerful, but it will always apply to these wasteland molls who are struggling in the wilderness... No, it's wasteland wanderers!