At night, the heath of the wasteland is like a steamer during the day, the temperature quickly drops to only five or six degrees Celsius, and the night wind whins and whines, and as long as a piece of skin is exposed, it is as painful as a knife and an axe.

Lu Yuan still sat next to the tires of the all-terrain vehicle, retracting himself as much as possible under the car, so as to avoid the biting cold wind passing through the car array, but the chains that tied his hands told him to be imprisoned, and Lu Yuan could only poke his upper body behind the tires from time to time, warm up for a while, and then climb out with difficulty, and put his legs and feet in to block the wind.

He didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but no matter what, Lu Yuan had to do everything he could to recover a little more strength, otherwise if he really had a chance in his hand, he would watch it slip away.

Lu Yuan finally picked up the snake meat given to him by the indigenous leader and put it on his lap, with a fishy scratching smell, but Lu Yuan had no choice. When they were captured before, the natives had already seized all the weapons on their bodies, not to mention the dagger of honor, not even the dagger in the boot.

And the water armor snake meat is extremely flexible, even if it keeps biting, it can only tear a small piece down, Lu Yuan endured the urge to gag, and forced himself to chew the snake meat to a thin extent, until it oozes a sweet smell before swallowing.

Compared to Lu Yuan's appearance of drinking blood from Ru Mao, the natives on the other side were much more comfortable.

After the natives had completely cleared the small oasis, they circled the oasis with their vehicles, and the two chariots, which were supposed to be converted from tractors, easily blocked the left and right sides. The night breeze in the wasteland is basically blocked, and the natives who are not on duty are busy dividing the snakes, pumping water from the pool, cleaning and repairing vehicles, and a few small leaders with relatively high status are lighting bonfires and cooking leisurely.

Lu Yuan bit the corner of the snake meat and pulled it hard, the snake meat immediately stretched into strips of white and bright flesh, the toughness almost made Lu Yuan break his teeth, and it took a long time to bite back and forth the meat that was only the size of his thumb, Lu Yuan chewed slowly, observing this indigenous team with cold eyes.

The scorpion-branded aborigines numbered at least 50 to 80 people, based on the number of vehicles they carried alone. Two heavy tanks, three armored trucks, five off-road vehicles that have not yet been put back into the tank, and an estimated thirteen or fourteen guerrilla motorcycles.

Lu Yuan is now seriously thinking about the process of fighting with this hunting team in the morning, and Lu Yuan must admit that putting aside Lu Yuan's mistake of not being able to strike first at that time, they did cooperate tacitly and had few flaws.

Lu Yuan's ATV was only slightly smaller than the towing vehicle, so the natives started by throwing four off-road vehicles around the back, trying to hook the ATV and lower the plough claw to slow down the target. If the ATV is slow down when it is out of contention, other light vehicles will immediately overtake it, throw a blaster or speed in close quarters.

Don't look at the towing chariot has never made too many movements, but after thinking about it, the two heavy tractors have been maintaining a rhythm with the trucks in the rear, forcing Lu Yuan, an elite paratrooper, to find an opportunity to break through, and this kind of timing is indeed remarkable.

Moreover, none of the natives are afraid of death.

Assault the snake with an explosive bomb rod and rush to the enemy vehicle to throw the lock hook, isn't that a bad job that will lose your life? However, this group of natives was simply happy when they heard the battle, and they had to fight for their lives to attack the door, which finally forced Lu Yuan to turn around and deal with it, and ended up in the situation of being a prisoner.

Lu Yuan wiped his mouth and swept away a mass of white and greasy snake flesh connectivity. The native hunters in the distance cleaned up very quickly, and dozens of people worked together to peel off the two slender snakes in less than two hours after sunset. At this time, he was happily carrying the barreled snakes into the chariot.

But as they moved, there seemed to be some dispute among the natives, as if the chariots were full and could not hold more barrels of snake meat. The natives, unwilling to give up their booty, roared loudly and demanded that the people on the chariot take it in.

There should be a lot of snake meat buckets that can't be put in, five or six natives shouted angrily, Lu Yuan's translation headset was a little uncomfortable, and he probably said: "You chariot kid picked up our locomotive kid's cheap, and now you don't even want to give a place?" ”

Obviously, the natives have always relied on their mouths to reason, waving their fists to greet each other when they disagree, but the problem is that there are quite a few opponents on both sides, and it quickly turns into a group fight, and this is needless to say, it is a taboo that no leader will allow.

"Bang bang!" The natives who were on the fire fired twice, but that didn't stop the swarm, as it was a trophy at stake. The leader didn't talk nonsense, and rushed into the battle group with his personal guards, and there was a chaotic battle, and several natives who took the lead in stirring up trouble were beaten to the ground and begged for mercy.

The leader stepped directly on the heads of the beggars for mercy, almost trampling them into the mud, the leader roared, and the natives were silent for the moment, but Lu Yuan could still feel their dissatisfaction from such a distance.

"It's a treasure! Can be our oasis! The headset translated.

The leader lifted the bucket of snake meat, put it into the chariot with his own hands, and brought out a box painted grass green, and shouted: "All the snake meat is in the chariot!" Let's hide the bullet furniture here! From now on, this is our private oasis for poisonous scorpions! ”

After being beaten with a big stick but given a sweet date, the natives forgot that they had been beaten by the leader not long ago, and suddenly said yes, and began to carry the surplus armament and bury it all over the oasis with greater enthusiasm under the watchful eye of the chief's personal guards.

Lu Yuan watched this farce with great interest, and when he saw someone sneakily running towards him, Lu Yuan immediately collapsed and pretended to be asleep. These powder kegs that are on fire at one point are better given less reason to toss.

The natives who touched it didn't pay attention to Lu Yuan, who was lying in the shadows, and got into the compartment of the all-terrain vehicle, took out several armory boxes from the Xiyun, and then buried them under the trees in the oasis, and replaced them with armory boxes stuffed with the scorpion mark. But you don't have to guess, it must be valuable things like snake meat, snake scales, snake bones, etc.

Can this thing be aphrodisiac when eaten? Lu Yuan couldn't help but wonder if he was willing to bury the ammunition and guns in such a wasteland oasis, and also to move the two snakes back, which was really very money-loving.

But how the natives make trouble is also the business of the natives, and Lu Yuan also wishes that they had emptied their ordnance, maybe one day he would find a chance to escape with one less bullet from behind.

Lu Yuan glanced at his watch, it was almost midnight. Luckily, the sleeves of his coat were long enough to block his watch, otherwise it would have to say goodbye to him. Seeing that the natives were also tired, they climbed back to their respective vehicles and started to rest, and Lu Yuan was not interested in dying, so he couldn't hold back his eyelids and lowered his head to get ready to sleep.

As soon as his eyes became a slit, Lu Yuan was suddenly shocked, why, why did someone come over with a skinning knife?