The sky is high and the earth is far away, and the gloomy sky of the past seems to be much brighter today, and occasionally you can see golden sunlight shining through the cracks in the clouds, shining on the barren land.

Boom Boom Boom ......

On the desolate Gobi, a large puff of smoke and earth, stone smoke and dust mix, leaving a long trajectory. Ten off-road vehicles are driving at high speed on the Gobi Desert in Yima Pingchuan.

The third car at the end of the convoy, the vehicle shook, Chen Chong sat in the co-pilot with his arms crossed his chest, bored looking through the window at the silhouette of the distant mountains, and the female students in the driver's seat and the back seat were all gray-headed, holding weapons in their hands, with an excited face.

It had been nearly two hours since they left the evacuation area, and their convoy had been subjected to several harassment attacks by radiation species along the way because of the size of the target. And the performance of these students is indeed remarkable, whether it is flying or the pursuit of radiation on the ground, they have been repelled and exterminated by their orderly tactics, except for a few students who were slightly injured, there was no loss.

Through the rearview mirror, seeing the nervous and excited expressions of several girls in the back seat, Chen Chong couldn't help but smile silently, as if he thought of the time when he had just escaped from the base and survived alone in the wilderness.

However, Chen Chong at that time was much worse than them, these students were so well armed and had teammates to cooperate, and Chen Chong had nothing but a tactical knife on the spot, now think about whether he can get out of the wilderness without missing parts, or luck.

Chen Chong reminisced about the time that had passed, and after about 20 minutes, the convoy drove out of the Gobi Desert and continued to drive towards the outline of the mountains and rivers ahead.

Well?

While driving, Chen Chong seemed to have discovered something, and suddenly leaned out of the car window and raised his eyes.

I saw that on the land of a flat river, about ten kilometers ahead, a vague outline of a ruined building loomed, looking a bit like a small gathering place for survivors.

Is that the place where the training is held?

Chen Chong was puzzled. The convoy continued to move in the vague direction of the silhouette under the leadership of the nightingale, and as it got closer and closer, Chen Chong saw with his inhuman eyes that most of the ruined buildings were still intact, and there were chimneys spewing smoke, which was indeed a gathering place inhabited by human activities.

However, from a distance, this gathering place was about the same size as his original Crimson Territory, and it was not much larger than a university.

Soon, the convoy was driving in front of the small gathering place, slowing down slowly when it was still a kilometer away, and then stopped at a distance of several hundred meters from the trench barricade outside the gathering place. On the watchtower at the gate of the gathering place, the figures were obviously a little panicked, as if they were shouting loudly and asking something.

At the head of the convoy, Nightingale jumped down, turned his head and shouted, "Everyone wait in the car first!"

With that, she walked alone to the gate of this strange gathering place, and then negotiated something with the guards at the door.

Chen Chong waited in the car for a few minutes, and saw a large group of figures coming quickly at the door, and he didn't know what the nightingale said specifically, so several figures opened the door and ran out, removing all the barricades in front of the door.

Nightingale walked back to the convoy: "Come in with me!"

Immediately, the convoy drove again, and then rushed in, driving into this gathering place that Chen Chong was unfamiliar with.

The road was dirty and muddy, and Chen Chong glanced through the car window in the bumps, and the ragged, frightened and curious survivors on the side of the road looked at them with evasive eyes. The weapons and equipment and mental outlook of these survivors are not much different from those of the Crimson Territory, and it can be seen that they are very backward. And the convoy of Chen Chong and others drove in as if the local tyrant had entered the Huaziwo, full of strong contrasts.

However, these survivors only watched from afar, and none of them dared to approach the convoy.

Eventually, the convoy came to a halt in an open space, and Nightingale jumped out of the car, without her orders, and the students in the car were honest, looking curiously through the windows of the car at the slightly dilapidated environment.

"So this is one of those small gathering places. ”

"The conditions here are too bad, do you see what they are holding? Is that a firecracker?"

"Don't laugh at others, this was a small town at most before the cataclysm, and certainly not the predecessor of the refuge area, the provincial capital. ”

"Luckily for us, the environment here is much worse than in the evacuation zone. ”

The students in the car were talking in a low voice, but Chen Chong jumped out of the car and happened to see Yu Hang in front of him, who also got off the bus.

Chen Chong stepped forward, glanced at the nightingale at the front of the line, and asked Yu Hang, "Where is this?"

"It shouldn't be here, maybe it's not far from here. ”

Yu Hang also said with some uncertainty:

"I have the impression of this gathering place, called the White Phosphorus Camp, although this gathering place is small, but it is close to the refuge area, and they have a very special wasteland strange thing called lark pulp here, every year at a fixed time the refuge area will send people to exchange some daily supplies for these things, and the nightingale is probably here to complete the transaction. ”

I see.

Chen Chong was suddenly stunned.

Like Crimson Territory, the wilderness is dotted with settlements of all sizes. The Silver Ring Refuge Area apparently has a close connection to the White Phosphorus Camp all year round, just as Qi Yue and the White Crow once came to the Wasteland to collect seeds.

While thinking, Chen Chong saw a middle-aged man wearing a leather robe and a meaty face, who seemed to be like a leader, rushed over with a few subordinates, found the nightingale, and said politely.

This should be the leader here?

Chen Chong looked at it casually, and found that this person felt reluctant, and his strength level seemed to be similar to that of Qi Yue and Bai Yao, and he was about the same level as the transcendent middle level.

It didn't take long for the conversation before Nightingale seemed to agree to something, and then she waved her arm, and at the sound of an order, the students in the car jumped out of the car one after another, moved the wooden boxes on the car one by one, and piled them on the open ground.

"Alright. Song Wei, I'll leave the supplies to you first, and I'll come back to get the lark pulp when I return. ”

Nightingale put all the students in place, and returned to the driver's seat herself, looking through the window at the man known as Song Wei:

"When the time comes, I hope you can prepare in advance, and don't give me a fool's eye, understand?"

The leader of the White Phosphorus Camp, the middle-aged man known as Song Wei, responded with a smile on his face:

"What are you talking about, when have I ever cheated you in the past few years? And how dare I? Don't worry, when you return, I promise that everything will be sealed and packed!"

The nightingale nodded. The cooperation with the White Phosphorus Camp was not once or twice, and she didn't dare to make any moths in such a small gathering place with only one transcendent in charge, and immediately she leaned out of the car window:

"All obey the order, follow me!"

Boom......

The instructors who waited for Chen Chong to move their hands and feet also got into the car one after another, and the convoy turned around in the clearing, and then drove out of the white phosphorus camp the same way, leaving only the guards at the gate to look at the shadow of the convoy that was speeding away with a kind of envy.

And in the same place, looking at the direction where the nightingale and the others left, Song Wei's face was cloudy, as if he was hesitating about something.