Chapter 145: The Exile
Harmony ran in in a hurry, looking excited, as if he had found something extremely interesting, his face was full of excitement, and his mouth kept shouting, so that Gao Wei and Fang Jun couldn't help but wonder what earth-shattering things were happening outside.
"Harmony, don't get excited, let's make it clear first, what the hell is going on?" Fang Jun asked, the intelligent AI that can make things happen without being surprised is surprised by such a thing, and he also wants to know it.
"There was a crowd of people outside, dressed in tatters, like refugees who had just escaped from a ravine." Hearing this, Gao Wei had lost interest, and thought to himself: "That's it? "A group of refugees can also make this guy excited like that.
Could it be that harmony is worshiped as a god, in this case, harmony may indeed be dancing and excited.
"Ahem, where did the Qi Nourishing Kung Fu go? A group of refugees from a ravine can make you happy like this? Not really. Fang Jun also expressed his opinion euphemistically, in his opinion, the harmonious move is indeed a bit exaggerated.
"Harm, I didn't make it clear, the identity of that group of people is more special, they just look like refugees, uh, they seem to be refugees." Harmony himself was confused, saying that they were not refugees, it seemed that they were, but if they weren't, he didn't know what their identity was.
"Forget it, let's see for ourselves, where are the people?" Fang Jun waved his hand, he was a little impatient, he couldn't tell the whole story of the matter for a long time, time was precious, where could he afford such a delay?
"It's at the mouth of the valley, from the coast." After getting the location, the group went straight to the mouth of the valley.
There, Gao Wei met the refugee group in Harmony's mouth, including men and women, as well as the elderly and children, without exception, their performance was unkempt, covered with dirt and mud, and their clothes seemed to have not been washed for half a year, and half a kilogram of dust could fly out when they were patted.
The hair is tangled into a ball, the head is oily and can be fried, everyone's face is colorful, as if they haven't eaten a full meal for a long time, in this group, the children's posture is the most normal, but the elderly and women, the thin facial bones protrude, the cheekbones are deeply concave.
Shape is the best adjective, it looks like they have been hovering back and forth on the verge of death for a long time, and they may fall down at any time, fall to the ground and not wake up, starve to death.
Even though the hunger in their bellies seemed to be burning with demons, no one moved, just stayed there quietly, not moving, the guns of the rebel soldiers pointed at them, and did not let their guard down because it was a group of refugees.
Before they are screened, the guns will always be pointed at them, not because the soldiers are cold-blooded and indifferent, but because of the fact that there have been many tragedies in the past because of the acceptance of refugees, there have been burning, killing and looting from fellow human beings.
There were also terminators mixed in, and the gathering place lured wolves into the house, and in the end, everyone was killed by the terminators in human skin, and there were no survivors, leaving only blood donations and killings all over the ground.
And the refugees, there is no resistance, no one shows a sense of annoyance because they are not trusted, some are just numb, you can see the numbness.
But regardless of men, women and children, they all have a common emotion on their faces - hope, and everyone's eyes are shining with the light of hope, as if they have a way to live when they reach the flower planter's home.
The sudden arrival of a refugee group of more than a dozen people, at this sensitive point in time, the high risk feels very strange, where did the refugees come from? He wanted to know the answer, and Fang Jun wanted to know too.
So, he took a bullhorn and shouted: "Please put down your weapons, I need to be able to come out and answer on your behalf, I am Fang Jun, the leader here." "Fang Jun didn't show his head, and the other party didn't have no weapons in his hands.
Six or seven shoddy assault rifles, like patchwork equipment, but still useful, the bullets fired can still easily shatter human heads, in order to prevent the other side from taking risks, or misfire, Fang Jun chose a more conservative approach.
After hearing the shouting, a man walked out of the crowd, his fair skin had many red scars, all of which were sunburn marks, he took a few steps forward, put down the firearm in his hand, and showed that he had a sincere conversation.
"Hello, I'm John Nekins, the representative of the North American government-in-exile, and I have important information to talk to your leader, and this matter is very urgent!" John had a loud voice, but spoke English.
Gao Wei translated John's meaning word by word, Fang Jun touched his chin and fell into deep thought, "North American hooligans, no, representatives of the government-in-exile?" "This title sounds very wrong, when Cataclysm Day happened, North America, as the home of the Legion, was taken care of.
There are even survivors, and they have to be in awe of the vitality of human beings, how tenacious they are, even more terrifying than Xiaoqiang, taking root everywhere, under the noses of the legion, there can be human beings, this is the so-called black under the lamp.
With a wave of his hand, Fang Jun summoned his chief of staff, and the two looked at each other, "Lao Luo, what do you think, is this so-called North American government-in-exile true or false?" His brows furrowed, Fang Jun subjectively didn't believe the other party's words.
"I think it's possible, it's weird to be able to come from North America to the flower planter, unless you're crazy, no one would act like this, across oceans and continents? Proper suicidal behavior, but they did, so I thought it would be better to meet with each other. Lao Luo thought and said.
"I think what Lao Luo said is reasonable, it is worth talking about, if the other party can really provide important information, it may have a crucial impact on the battle situation." After thinking about it, he expressed his opinion, although he didn't think that Fang Jun would listen to him very well.
Confidants and strangers who have only known each other for a long time, and strangers who have forced him with terrible questions, fools know how to choose.
"Let's talk." Fang Jun nodded in agreement, and Lao Luo immediately took the speaker: "Please accept our security inspection, if there is no problem, we are willing to say, do you have any other requirements?" ”
As soon as John heard that the other party agreed, his eyes lit up, and he said excitedly: "There is no request, it's just that can you provide us with some food, as long as it is a little, the old man and the child have not eaten enough for a long time." ”
Fang Jun waved his hand: "This is no problem." "The way of hospitality of the flower growers since ancient times, how can there be a reason not to let the other party eat enough, everyone who comes is a guest, what a big deal is to be full, now the rebels don't have much, just a lot of food.