This time, it seems that the delivery of goods is not as smooth as before.

I don't know what the exact twists and turns were, but Philip and the porter waited on the platform for about an hour before finally receiving the goods from the factory and carrying them onto the locomotive with the other party's people.

After the handling was completed, the locomotive, which was located at the rear of the locomotive, started and left the valley in the opposite direction, and under the instructions of the locomotive commander, followed a line that had never traveled before, and headed north.

Half a day later, the locomotive arrived at the second location of the trip, the Bydakh Military Factory.

In Philip's opinion, the Baidaq military factory did not have the style of the previous solidified factory, lacking columns reaching into the sky, and there were only a few dozen stone buildings.

But in contrast, the factory was heavily guarded, and as soon as it drove within five kilometers, it was stopped for inspection.

After passing the inspection and release, it was far from finished, and it was inspected three more times by different people before arriving at the factory platform.

When we finally arrived at the platform, the locomotive came to a complete stop, and a man in a black uniform stood on the platform to greet him.

The locomotive captain, who rarely got off the train once, suddenly became a little nervous, and after tidying up his clothes for a long time, he walked down and negotiated with the other party.

After about a few minutes, after the negotiation was over, Philip saw the man in black uniform and waved to the side.

"Buzz!"

I didn't see anyone manipulating anything, and the open space next to the platform was suddenly lifted up, revealing a diagonal downward passage more than three meters wide and high.

"Knock Knock Knock ......"

The sound of many people running sounded, and I saw a procession of almost a few hundred people pouring out of the passage, all wearing black uniforms, just like the people on the platform. They quickly jumped on the locomotive, quickly moved down the cargo boxes transported from the curing factory, and lined up in assembly lines to transport them into the aisle alternately.

The whole process was amazingly efficient, and before Philip could react, the boxes on the locomotive had been removed, and the passage was closed again, leaving only a few hundred men in black uniforms.

"Buzz!"

Not far away, in the clearing, another passage opened again.

"Click, click......"

Five small Roche II locomotives, each pulling two or three carriages, loaded with dark black sealed boxes, traveled along the laid railroad tracks.

The hundreds of men in black uniforms who were left behind moved again, removed the sealed boxes from the small locomotive, and quickly loaded them onto the locomotive where Philip was, and after a while, they were all neatly arranged.

Philip and the porter on the locomotive originally wanted to help, but seeing that the men in black uniforms skillfully cooperated with each other, they couldn't intervene at all, and finally gave up this plan rationally.

After a half-hour stop at the platform of the Baidakh military factory, the locomotive restarted and drove away from the heavily guarded place.

However, after driving away, the crew in the car, including Philip, were in a somewhat strange mood.

Because in addition to the unknown goods of the military factory, the car was also loaded with about thirty men in black uniforms from the military factory.

These people were armed with round tubular weapons, scattered among the many carriages of the locomotive, and their expressions were very serious, as if others would beat them up if they looked at them more.

The crew didn't want to provoke these people, so they were forced to gather in the office car, and one of the porters looked at Kent Bob in confusion and asked, "Locomotive Captain, those black clothes look very imposing, who are they, why are they in our car?"

"They...... locomotive captain looked up, "it's the escort." Because the goods to be transported this time are particularly important, they are escorted with the car. ”

"Escort, are you afraid that we won't be able to steal these goods?" the porter's expression was a little dissatisfied, although his status was relatively low, but he would not be too happy to be suspected by others casually.

"Not really. The locomotive captain waved his hand, "Or if there is, it's just a little." The main reason is that the place we are going to this time is relatively remote, in the deepest part of the wilderness, far away from Red Rock City, and the road is more dangerous. These escorts are to prevent any dangers on the road, so as to protect the goods, and also protect us by the way. ”

"Danger, protect the goods, protect us, what dangers can there be on the road?" the porter wondered.

......

At the same time as the porter asked.

Outside the city of Grey Forest, in the wilderness.

"Whew-whew-"

Maqiu was panting heavily, and was running desperately towards a hill in the distance.

I haven't seen him for nearly two months, and he is obviously thin, with deep sunken eye sockets and bulging eyes. The flesh was wrapped in bones, shaking the weak body, running with difficulty, as if it was about to fall at any moment.

Behind him, more than a dozen sturdy men were shouting and chasing. Some people have swords in their hands, others have crossbows in their hands, and they shoot from time to time. But I don't know if it's a problem with the level of the shooter, or if the quality of the machine crossbow is not up to par, the crossbow arrows fired always land dozens of meters away from Machu.

That's why Machu was able to get so far.

However, by now, Ma Chu's physical strength was close to the limit, and the hunger for days made his stomach feel like a hot iron rod stirring, his legs were as heavy as lead, and his eyes were black for a while, and he had to use all his perseverance to take a step.

"Whew-whew-"

Gasping roughly, Ma Qiu looked at the hill in front of him with a blurred vision, and found that there was still a distance of hundreds of meters, but he was afraid that it would be difficult to run, and he was afraid that if he did, he would not change anything.

Even more unlucky, the person who shot with the machine crossbow was suddenly lucky, and the crossbow arrow shot a crooked arc in the air, and hit Machu's ass with a "poof".

The force of the crossbow arrow was not too great, and it did not pierce Machu's shriveled ass, but the severe pain still made Machu scream and fall, and the whole person could not run at all.

The shooter put down the crossbow, glanced at Maqiu's situation, opened his mouth to show a mouthful of yellow teeth, and smiled: "Hehe, he can't run." ”

The rest of the people who were chasing after saw this and shouted excitedly.

"It's good, old blind! It seems that you are not blind sometimes, you can really shoot accurately, and the machine crossbow is not given to you in vain. ”

"Hurry up and catch that spy, we have all made meritorious contributions, at least three catties of food per person!"

"The damn spy has run so far, let's chase him all the way, and we will educate him later. ”

"I don't know what he knows, as if he didn't want to die. ”

"Whatever, grab it and give it to the adults above, and the food will be over. ”

A group of sturdy men, shouting and speeding up.

Ma Qiu gritted his teeth when he heard this, took off the metal cylinder he was carrying behind his back with some effort, clenched his hands, looked at the sturdy man who was getting closer and closer, and whispered to himself: "Fight!"

After that, it is necessary to lift the metal cylinder.

As a result, the next moment, he saw more than a dozen sturdy men chasing him in his field of vision, and his body suddenly stiffened, and then he fell to the ground in unison with a "poof".

After a full three or four seconds, a red wound appeared on the necks of these people, and then blood flowed out, and the head rolled off the neck with "bones".

This is!

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