Three days later, in the early hours of the morning, a long line of trucks was parked outside the north gate of Orchid Town. There were more than fifty of them, and the carriages were covered with dark green canvas. Far away, you can smell the rancid smell coming from the car.

If you lift the canvas, you will see the corpses of mutated creatures stacked on top of each other, including ghouls, the living dead, and other creatures common to the wilderness.

Due to the foul smell, corpse caravans generally choose to set off in the middle of the night to avoid complaints from the townspeople.

Under the stars, on the dirt slope in front of the convoy, a dilapidated sand car was parked, most of the red and white patent leather had fallen off, the surface of the body was pitted, and the protective bars were a little twisted and deformed.

There were two young men sitting in the car, one in the passenger seat, wearing a black tarpaulin military uniform and a second lieutenant's epaulettes. The other, who looked a few years younger than the former, wore an khaki plain military uniform and did not wear epaulettes showing military rank.

This young ensign is Chen Xing, and the young man next to him is Xiao Yang, the driver introduced by Xiao Wu.

Fifteen minutes later, the convoy was fully assembled and slowly moved forward with the lead car. The sand truck then started and walked in front of the side of the convoy. Originally, they were following in a group, but after following, the stench hit their faces, which was very uncomfortable.

The strong lights at the front of the car illuminated the red earth in front of it, and from time to time one or two small figures sprang out, burrowed into the soil, and disappeared. It is the most common red-haired rat in the Red Continent, living in the wasteland and living on grass stems and shrub leaves.

The wilderness at night is dangerous, but that's for a single traveler. A convoy like this is so large and so powerful that wild creatures dare not approach it easily. Of course, like the insect wolves or the corpse king, they generally do not penetrate deep into the hinterland of human-controlled areas.

Chen Xing pulled down his big-brimmed military hat and closed his eyes and pretended to sleep. There is nothing to see in the wilderness, the same red earth, dead grass, bushes. The night is even more boring, only the endless pitch darkness. The horizon in the distance, like a black mist that fills the sky, mercilessly swallows the starry sky.

"Woo woo woo ......"

The sound of the engine lingered in my ears, and my body shook with the uneven terrain. Chen Xing couldn't fall asleep at all, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he left Orchid Town for the first time in his previous life, fifteen years ago.

At that time, he was miserable in Orchid Town, washing dishes for several months before he could scrape up enough fare and go to Longshi Town with the corpse caravan. The distance between the two places is more than 1,500 kilometers, and you can only walk 3 or 400 kilometers a day.

It took seven days to get to the town of Dragon. Since he didn't have much money, the captain of the team counted half of the charge and half of the help, so he brought him, naturally there was no seat. He was sitting on the roof of the truck, and the stench was unbearable with corpses underneath. When he first arrived in Longshi Town, he vomited when he saw meat for half a month, which shows how big the psychological shadow is.

After another nine years, he was promoted to squad leader by the mercenary group where he was located with the danger perception of lv3. Now, less than half a month after he was reborn, he has already sat in the position of the captain of the third squad in Orchid Town, receiving the rank of second lieutenant. is still a person who has an organization and eats imperial grain, which can really be said to be a time pass, very different from the past.

To be precise, his status has improved in the past half a month has been higher than his efforts in the last nine years.

It's a cruel world, but it's also a world of opportunity. The strong drink nectar, and the weak eat coptis every day.

His starting point this time is more than a star and a half higher than in the previous life. Although the subsequent development cannot be so rapid and fast, it is also a good foundation. After recruiting team members and getting the underground water station right, you can earn money for a period of time with peace of mind and improve your three attributes.

Generally speaking, the effect of stat improvement is not very obvious in the early stage. As the saying goes, no matter how high your kung fu is, you are afraid of kitchen knives. When the attribute is less than fifty, this sentence is basically true. But after 50, traditional weapons gradually lose their effectiveness.

Higher muscle density, greater physical strength, greater speed, and stronger psionic protection can make thermal weapons tickle or slow down the camera several times over. What sniper rifles and rocket artillery, all turned into burning sticks. Not to mention bullets, even if you bomb a cannon at close range, or blow it with a missile, it won't do much.

At that time, the battle between the strong will evolve into a simple hand-to-hand combat, and only the psionic weapons created by the master craftsmen can play a certain role.

Between thoughts, he was gently pushed, and then he heard Xiao Yang's voice.

"Captain, there's a homeless person ahead."

Chen Xing lifted his big-brimmed military hat, sat up straight, and looked in the direction that Xiao Yang was pointing. I saw a group of homeless people dragging their families and pulling carts across the path of the convoy in the wasteland hundreds of meters away.

"Speed down and stop." Chen Xing said. This kind of problem is better handled by the corpse transport team.

As soon as he finished speaking, a shout came from behind him through a loudspeaker.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Then I saw two sand trucks turn out of the convoy and speed towards the displaced people, firing at the sky at the same time.

"Da Da Da!" Hearing the gunshots and shouts, the displaced people dropped their materials in panic and fled in all directions.

It didn't take long for a fully loaded truck to roar past. The heavy wheels mercilessly crushed the bags scattered on the road, leaving only a mess and a large cloud of acrid black smoke.

Displaced people are the lowest level of existence in this world, do not have the most basic human rights, are between humans and animals, and are not recognized by the "Human Continuation Management Committee". Some people regard them as rats in the wasteland and slaughter them wantonly. Some people regard them as the people and manage them.

Wang Bo, for example, treats the homeless people as livestock and kills them whenever he wants, while the mayor of the town, Shad Sinclair, is willing to take them in and develop his own town.

In fact, most people still regard the homeless people as human beings like themselves and will not be killed easily. It's just that most of the time, it doesn't seem very respectful. For example, the mercenaries who were responsible for the security of the corpse transport team did not shoot them at will, but just drove them violently.

Among the displaced people, except for some tribes who live in the wilderness or seclusion in the mountains and forests all year round, most of them are "untrustworthy", "criminals" and "unemployed".

Under the Survival Pact, proposed by the Commission for the Continuation of Human Existence and signed by those in power around the world, the death penalty is abolished in any national system. Those in power could not execute anyone by law, they could only go into exile.

But the funny thing is that there is a great paradox in this law. Exiles have no human rights and can be killed at will, without any guarantee of life. However, there are some subtle differences. For the truly strong, it doesn't matter whether they are displaced or citizens, at least in terms of survival, there is not much difference.

Such a policy is obviously biased in favor of the strong, but it is also in line with the main purpose of the Human Continuation Management Committee - to continue human civilization. Because in this cruel world, only the strong can survive better.

After this little episode, the convoy moved on. Next, until noon the next day, nothing special happened. At lunchtime, the convoy stopped. Although Chen Xing was very reluctant to approach, for the sake of politeness, he still ran over, said a few words to the caravan captain, and took out two packs of cigarettes, and asked Xiao Yang to distribute them to the driver and the accompanying mercenaries.

Watching them squatting next to the truck to eat, talking and laughing, unaware of the rancid smell, Chen Xing only felt a little sick to his stomach. Back in the car, it took more than ten minutes for him to recover. But I can't eat meat, so I can only eat some vegetable noodles and drink some soup.

In the afternoon, Chen Xing, who was walking at the front of the team, saw several tricycles parked on the dirt slope in the distance. Holding the binoculars, there were seven or eight men with guns on their backs and wearing colorful cloth robes.

"What should I do?" Xiao Yang subconsciously lowered the speed of the car and asked.

"Leave them alone." After Chen Xing finished speaking, he put on a large-brimmed military hat and continued to nap.

Sure enough, when the convoy approached, the group immediately turned around and scattered. For the most part, the Wild Marauders are not interested in corpse caravans, and they are too few to defeat them. The next day, I met a handful of similar people, saw the convoy coming, and immediately ran away.

But on the third day, I ran into some trouble......

"Be careful, there's a swarm of red clay monitor lizards!" With the shouting over the intercom, the entire convoy quickly stopped. It was so urgent that some vehicles collided.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

After about ten minutes, the ground began to shake slightly, and as time passed, it became more and more noticeable. Tiny grains of sand fluttered, as if an earthquake was coming.

It didn't take long for huge figures to gradually appear on the uneven dirt slope in front of them. Dark green scales, shimmering in the sunlight with a metallic sheen. Flat head, stout limbs, long tail.

The red soil monitor lizard, the most powerful herbivorous group of animals in the wasteland of the red earth continent, constantly foraging, growing and reproducing in migration. They are huge, adult monitor lizards that are twenty or thirty meters long from head to tail and three or four meters tall.

They are gentle by nature and will not harm other creatures unless they are attacked or stopped. However, due to their large size and the need to maintain their formation, once they get caught in it, they will quickly be trampled into slag.

In the wilderness, even if it is an insect wolf pack, they dare not easily rush into the monitor lizard group. Their scales are strong, their skin is tough, and they have a thick layer of subcutaneous fat that cannonballs can't penetrate.

Any armor made of monitor lizard skins costs thousands of gold coins. However, the hunting of monitor lizards is prohibited in the United Kingdom of Ambergris. Because the monitor lizard group is the most important link in the biological chain of the red earth continent, it involves the ecology of the entire continent. Only by obtaining the "Lizard Hunting Permit" issued by the Royal Capital Ice Blue City can you hunt a specified number of monitor lizards.

Poachers are considered treason and exiled to the edge of the Black Death Forest.

After waiting for about twenty minutes, the red soil monitor lizards slowly left. The convoy overhauled the spot and continued to set off.