The three of them sat in the shadow of the cliff to cool off, while Barrett crouched on the cliff to keep watch.

"We have two green spaces on our way to Dee Town to recharge." Nightblade said, looking at the map.

Barrett's voice came from overhead: "That is to say, we had better make some preparations at the next supply point, because there are no people at all on the road at least a few tens of kilometers?" ”

"Actually, there are people, but they are all on the other side of the dry river." Although the dry river channel is no longer water, the silt formed by the river is now a large pasture where several herders graze.

River Barrett knew that from his current position he could see a part of the river that meandered eastward.

Unfortunately, the guys upstream built a dam to stop the flow of water, and there are few traces of water in this river except during the summer rainy season.

"At all times, there are selfish people." Barrett lamented.

"As long as there are people, there is a struggle for survival, and the weak can only suffer." Ace said, her voice still muffled, presumably using some kind of voice changer.

"Shall I go up and change you?" After drinking half a water bag, Jason finally came back to life.

"Forget it, it's good for you down there, my weapon is suitable for a sentry." Barrett wasn't worried about Kama's people, but about another creature that was elusive in the desert.

Black lizard.

Before leaving town, Barrett went to the bar to buy some news, the news of the black lizard was told by the drinker, and Barrett spent two silver coins to get the news from the bartender's mouth.

These lizards do not occur naturally, because they are simply creatures created to kill.

It is about one and a half to two meters long, and has huge jaws that can shred creatures such as goats.

But the most terrifying thing is the poison sac under their gills.

The solid muscles of the cheeks are like the bolts of a machine gun, which can spray venom at a target more than twenty meters away.

The viscous venom has a very terrifying volatile, and it can poison people to the ground in tens of seconds.

A week earlier, a caravan had been attacked, and even with a carriage, two guards had been poisoned.

"Who made these things?" Originally, Nightblade and Jason didn't think about the root cause of this matter at all, but as they came into contact more and more, he gradually became curious.

"I don't know." Barrett didn't want to talk about Project X, he always felt that it had something to do with the creatures.

"Maybe someone made it during the war?" Barrett.

"These creatures have only existed for more than ten years, and no one has ever seen them before." Ace still knows a lot about these things, and it seems that she has done some research on these creatures.

It's been a hundred years since the war ended, and it shouldn't have been what happened to them at that time.

Otherwise, according to the reproduction rate of these creatures, this planet would have been their world for a long time.

Where is there room for weak human beings? Don't look at Barrett, they were able to kill so many beasts, it was because they took advantage of the habits of beasts, blocking their passage to attack, if in the wilderness, a few hundred beasts can definitely wipe out any pretentious guy.

Luckily, black lizards rarely come out during the day, as their coats are unusually attractive to intense sunlight.

After a half-hour break, the team set out on the road east again.

The desert is different from the desert, and there is still a lot of vegetation.

Tumbleweeds, sea buckthorn, bushes, and even uplandwood.

The entire squad, only the tent that Jason was carrying, a standard 5X5 size, was enough for four people.

Barrett carried his rifle on his back, carefully wrapped in a black cloth to keep it out of dust.

"I've been eating this jerky for a long time, and it feels more and more unpalatable." Jason complained.

Indeed, jerky with only a little salt flavor is not delicious.

It's just a suitable dry food.

Food is not suitable for consumption on the road, because cooking on fire is very dangerous in the open desert.

Not only will wanderers find campsites in the direction of smoke and fire, but the smell of food will also attract uninvited guests.

"Okay, it's good to eat, we're traveling, not shopping." Nightblade didn't have anything to do with this big guy's thoughts, he reassured.

"It needs some special spices." When Barrett was in the Army, he also used to make his own air-dried meat, using spicy seasonings that are special in the desert, which can bring out a strange taste, and make people want to eat it more and more.

He once solved five catties of air-dried beef jerky alone in the afternoon, which shows how it tastes.

As he spoke, Barrett suddenly made a vigilant gesture.

In his perception, behind the low slope not far away, several merchants were in crisis.

They were encircled, and a dozen wanderers barricaded them in the cols where they rested.

These merchants are supposed to be resting and eating, but sadly, they are blocked by wanderers.

Wanderers, people who are unwilling to work properly, or who have other ideas about the way to get rich, disdain to live in towns, and specialize in raiding passing people and merchants near the main roads.

But unlike bandits, they generally don't want to hurt people's lives, money, goods, what they need.

So far, the two sides are still in a stalemate, and there has been no conflict.

"A couple of people have stopped the caravan, and I'm thinking about what we're going to do." Lowering his voice, Barrett briefly talked about the situation ahead.

"If you help the caravan, they will logically hand over twenty percent of the goods to us, and if you help the wanderers, you may not be able to take much, according to our numbers......" Nightblade didn't finish, he knew that Barrett didn't like to kill people and sell goods.

Of course, if the other party is hostile, no one cares about the first strike.

Jason, this guy only recognizes money, so he is afraid that the world will not be chaotic.

"Then let's hurry up, it's best to scare those cowards first, maybe you don't need to put the gun, you can get 20% of the goods." A caravan of several people must carry at least two or three truckloads of goods, which is definitely not a small amount of money.

Twenty percent has at least half a truckload of goods, even if it is a wooden plank, it is worth more than a dozen silver coins.

A merchant is a worthless guy who doesn't ship logs, and usually has processed something once or twice.

Nightblade wasn't in a hurry to make a statement, he was a smart man, and he was more sophisticated than Jason, and he was waiting for Barrett to make a decision.

"Let's go up and see what happens." Barrett didn't choose to strike immediately, his meaning was actually quite simple.

If the merchants have a way to resolve the dispute in front of them, such as handing over some of the goods, then they are not willing to get involved in this battle, after all, there are still a few days to go, and it is difficult to guarantee whether these guys have accomplices, and it is not a good thing to be targeted by them halfway at that time.

Money or something, in Barrett's eyes, is enough.

Each of them prepared his fellows, and the four of them touched up the hill.

Although there was only a small amount of shelter, several of them were veterans of the field and were not noticed by the wanderers below.

In fact, the wanderers were quite cautious, and on the side of the hill, there were two secret sentry hiding behind the rocks, but unfortunately Barrett spotted them as soon as he came up, and under his instructions, all three avoided each other's secret sentry.

Obviously, the people under the mountain were not idle in the confrontation with each other.

The wanderers searched for cover, trying to narrow the encirclement again.

They had a variety of weapons, some of them were holding ancient Stern submachine guns, some were holding old bolt-action rifles, and only two or three people who were leading the negotiations with the merchants were not badly equipped.

Although the automatic rifle in his hand is more worn, there is no dust, and it looks carefully cared for.

And the two people in charge of the sentry, one of whom did not even have a gun, held a homemade wooden bow, crouched behind the stone and looked around.

"Leave half of the cargo behind, and we'll let you go." The leading wanderer did not look tense, but was much more natural than the merchant below who was facing a great enemy.

"Impossible!" The merchant replied almost without thinking about it.

Half of the cargo, to be honest, the caravan was still able to return to its original capital, and these wanderers were not very demanding, at least they did not let these guys take off their belts.

Taking off the trouser belt means that all the goods are collected, even the other party's gun must be confiscated, and the trouser belt of the robbed person is removed, and the other party can only carry the pants in his hand.

"We have eleven men, eleven guns, five of you, and two of us with burning sticks, and I want a lot?" The wanderer laughed, and he felt a little incredible.

The Burning Stick is a shotgun, and this weapon is basically useless for this kind of medium-range shootout, that is, it is used as a burning stick to swing twice.

"What's the difference between more than less?" The merchant leader was a middle-aged man in his forties, leaning on a carriage with only half of his head bared to talk to each other.

He is much more cautious than the attitude of the wanderer.

"You guys are so coincidental, we just set up camp and surrounded this place, I don't believe it can be done without internal ghosts." The middle-aged man's tone was not very angry, but seemed calm.

Inner Ghost ............ If the inner ghost is involved, it is true that not half of the goods can be ended.

This kind of play clearly exceeds the limits of the rules, and the merchant has a cruel punishment for the inner ghost, not only the inner ghost is to be beheaded, but the head is also hung at the entrance of the town or village until the crow eats his flesh.

On the other hand, once there is an inner ghost, it means that it is likely that these businessmen will be wiped out.

After all, no one likes to live, especially when the other party already knows about the inner ghost.

"Actually, we were just lucky, my spy followed you when you left town, but you were in a hurry and didn't find him." The attitude of the wanderers is very simple, we are only for money, you think too much.

The ............ replied to him with only a moment of silence, and the other party clearly did not believe what he said.

The two sides fell silent again, but the situation gradually shifted in favor of the encircled side, as the direction in which the escape could have been tried was gradually blocked.

Barrett remained silent, and as the peering party, they had not yet found a reason to interfere.

Finally, after ten minutes, the loiterers broke the silence first.

"There aren't many merchants on this road, are they?" The man crouching behind the rocks and smoking stood up, looking like he had made up his mind.

As he stood up, the gunmen around him cheered up, knowing that the boss's patience was running out.

The meaning of this sentence is actually very simple, since you are not going to follow the rules, then you can only pray that someone will pass by.

The five men of the caravan immediately retracted behind the carriage and cut off the harness of the horses.

This is done to prevent the horse from being frightened and running away, and without shelter it can be very deadly.

But on the other hand, it means that these people have broken the kettle and given up the last chance to escape.

Nightblade slowly reached Barrett's side, and the Sentinel's attention was now focused on the caravan, and they would join the fight.

"These merchants are not right." As hunters who walk between towns, Nightblade is very familiar with the merchant routine, and if it is possible to leave, they will not choose to fight hard, let alone choose this way of fighting with little way out.

You can make money when you don't have money, but what do you do to make money when you don't have your life?

"Unless they're carrying something they can't hand over." Barrett could also see that the merchants might not be transporting goods at all, because they kept the two wagons out instead of the usual triangular formation.

This is to protect the carriage in the middle.

"They're probably carrying people." Nightblade said, as he searched the array for clues.

"This angle doesn't play much of a protective role, and if it's a person in the middle, it's more than lucky." If it's really a person, then you really can't hand it over, you can't split it in half and half on one side, right?

"What are we going to do?" Nightblade asked, he knew that if he wanted a helper, it was time to speak up, otherwise once the fight started, whether the hostages were injured or killed would affect their income.

"Settle the spot, we'll wait." Barrett handed the gun in his hand to Nightblade, and now he had to figure out one thing, that is, the caravan did not consider the current position and could not protect the hostages?

Drawing his pistol, Barrett touched it.

Sticking to the ground with two twists and turns, Barrett approached the dark whistle on the right, and the smoothness of his movements made Nightblade's pupils constrict.

This person............ It's a ghost......

The reaction is fast, the movements are precise, and even the stealth is so silent and fast, and the soldiers before the war are so terrifying?

How did the rebels fight them for four and a half years?

Those who can't resist are all terrifying monsters, right?

He really couldn't figure it out.

Now, he could only rejoice in his heart that he was not his enemy, otherwise would he have been able to dodge this silent attack?

By the time the thought crossed his mind, the sentry had lost consciousness.

Barrett gently lowered him against the stone and continued to touch it downward.

Not far away, Jason's face turned pale as if he had eaten a fly.

He also saw Barrett's movements, simple and efficient, but he always seemed to be able to find the enemy's dead ends, not to mention the wanderers, even the merchants and guards, they didn't even notice that someone behind them had used their perspective to approach their heavily protected carriage!

"Are the other side blind??" Muttering in his mouth, Jason looked incredulous.

Of course, they didn't know that everything around them was within Barrett's range of perception, and every grass and tree in his perception, and the movements of everyone around him, couldn't escape his feelings at all.

Being able to detect everyone's movements, so it is not difficult to avoid their gaze, but in the eyes of those who don't know, it is really shocking and terrifying......