The roaring sound of engines thundered through the camp, and the vehicles, which had been modified many times, began to warm up in turn. With the exception of a few cars with the main team on board, there were only three people in each of the rest, namely the driver, the co-driver and weapon controller, and the mechanic. At least five or more heavy machine guns and grenade launchers of varying numbers were installed on each vehicle, and two Peterbilts were also loaded with 30mm cannons.

Some of this equipment was excavated from the ruins of the wilderness, some of it was purchased from the market officials, and only a small part of it was made by themselves.

It wasn't strange that the Titan base was able to produce these things, but it was a little amazing to find these weapons and vehicles in the wilderness. However, he didn't get to the bottom of it, and some things are better confirmed with his own eyes.

Despite this, Su Xing was still startled when he saw more than a hundred silver-gray robots with somewhat clumsy movements being stuffed into the car.

These robots appear to be much slimmer than the dwarven robots, but even the lowest-level Black Iron robots have similar mobility to normal humans, and in some ways even win. And these robots look like those slender and long, long, combat robots in Star Wars, moving with a single look and full of mechanical sense.

Gordon, who was sitting opposite him, wiped his weapon, a thick-backed machete weighing more than eighty pounds, while looking at Su Xing's furious annihilator with envy. Anyway, it was one of the rarest level 5 weapons in the entire bazaar.

As the body began to shake slightly, the preparations for departure were completed. All weapons and supplies had been loaded, and at the sound of a loud rumbling noise, the convoy of more than twenty trucks left the camp one after another, drove out of the gate, and plunged headlong into the deep darkness.

The journey to the target location was extremely long and tedious, with all the vehicles lined up in a long line and crawling slowly on the rugged ground at a speed of less than fifteen kilometers per hour.

There are no artificial light sources in the wasteland in the middle of the night, and there are no stars or moon in the sky, let alone any light pollution. The whole boundless sky was like a thick black cloth that was completely opaque, and perhaps a few rust-colored clouds floated half-dead above, and darkness covered everything, and nothing could be seen from a distance of ten meters from the convoy, and even the headlights of the leading car could only illuminate the scene less than twenty meters ahead. It's still like that vague feeling through frosted glass.

Along the way, every kilometer or so, they would come across a small outpost, a large mushroom-like thing with a squad of robotic soldiers, who hide underground during the day, reserve power through thermoelectric generators disguised as ruins on the ground, and rise from the ground after six o'clock at night, acting as a guard and lighthouse like a small bunker made of steel and cement.

These posts have a faint green glow on the radiolocation device, which also means "security ahead". At the very least, there will be no large-scale waves of mutated organisms or communities of virus species.

However, the farther away from Blackgrass City, the fewer these outposts become. In addition to the lack of manpower and material resources to maintain these posts, the dangers hidden in the wilderness are also one of the reasons. Reinforced concrete and armor plates are not protective against all types of monsters, and heavy machine guns are not necessarily capable of killing mutated creatures or viruses above medium size. Some of the tiny mutated creatures are even able to forcibly nibble away at the reinforced concrete and armor plates through huge stacks.

Therefore, the green light spots seen on the navigation map showed a gradual thinning trend, and the area forty kilometers away from Blackgrass City was basically invisible. And at this distance, they also stepped into the dark place of chaos and danger in the true sense.

Under the threat of the deep darkness around them, all vehicles began to emit a faint white light, a light that represented the presence of order and resisted the ubiquitous aura of chaos in the air. No one can see what the chaotic aura looks like, and can only feel its horror indirectly through its effects. A mutated creature that suddenly emerges from the darkness is the best proof of this.

It seemed that it was originally a mutant beast modeled after an ape, more than three meters tall, long dark green hair was scattered from its body, and there was no sign of life on its sluggish and broken face, just when Su Xing thought it was a mutant beast that was about to die, it suddenly changed drastically. It broke into the light of order, and a disgusting breath that could not be seen with the naked eye but could be felt by people burst out from its body for a moment, and large masses of wriggling muscles and unknown organs swelled through its skin, and all kinds of strangely shaped limbs also pierced the muscles, constantly spreading its teeth and claws on its surface.

In less than a second, it completed its transformation from a mutant beast to a virus species.

It went from being "alive" to death, and then to a strange state of neither life nor death, and began to make a noisy chirping at the convoy, as if it had a thousand wasps hidden in its body.

There was a flash of fire on the Dodge, followed by the clatter of gunshots, grenades and large-caliber bullets that instantly drowned it in dust. When the smoke cleared, only a cloud of black-green petroleum-like liquid that was spreading in all directions and an arm with more than a dozen slender arthropods were left on the ground.

Gordon glanced out and spat into the trash can, "What a disgusting monster!" he patted his broadsword and said with a smile, "You probably haven't been to the wasteland before, have you?"

Su Xing nodded, "I sailed on the other side of the Sky Sea before, and I encountered relatively few virus species. ”

"That's amazing, sea of sky......" he looked up at the roof of the car and thought for a while, "I've only heard of it, but it must be a good place." Unlike this damn wasteland, even spitting is dangerous. Maybe at some point, a monster with your genes will pop up, and it's disgusting to the point of exploding. ”

"My hometown is in the Great Lake Forest on the prairie, and the regimental commander and I were sent here to be mercenaries, and this has been eleven years. Gordon's bear face was in a trance, as if he remembered the scene of his hometown.

"The trees of the forest, and the golden sunshine and the lake, I have almost forgotten what it all was. ”