Summer.

The blazing sun came from 150 million kilometers away and passed through the atmosphere of the blue planet, but the film that had reduced its momentum for thousands of years was no longer there, so it really ran rampant, scorching the earth until it cracked and dried up, until it burned.

A beam of Sheng Yang swooped down, like a lancer to kill through the panicked clouds, such a lazy and bloated thing, there was no way to cut a point, Sheng Yang had already seen the wasteland, the vast expanse, but it suddenly felt that it was pointless to go to conquer the creeping villain over and over again like countless ancestors, so Sheng Yang turned, and without hesitation, he went towards the stubborn strong enemy, and plunged headlong.

plunged into the secluded forest, until the top of this white oak, the sun was still high, how could a leaf of dark green withstand it?

The further down, although Sheng Yang is unmatched, but there is a trace of strength quietly floating in the bottom of his heart, the complicated tan oil skin almost greedily devours many of its torso, it has to become a sharp arrow, Sheng Yang roared, unwilling, how could it be defeated by these humble species? It's light! It's yang!

It screamed and rushed through, as it had been for countless years, and its highest goal was there.

Earth.

Kress rubbed his eyes, and the sparse crumbs were scattered among the white oak branches, and the hunters who walked through them had to learn to endure the impermanence of the stings, and he bowed his waist and half-erected to see the unobstructed view of the tree, and the rough bark of the trunk was his best camouflage and helper, covered with a camouflage net made of oak branches and leaves, and the dogs of the slave hunting team did not grow a pair of dog noses.

"Chirp chirp~" Qingyue birdsong came, which actually caused a burst of birds and finches to echo, and a few curious even flapped their wings and flew away, waiting to learn that more birds settled here, leaving it with a faint smell of trees. The forest wind is not over, and the female bird is gone?

"Coo~" Cress jumped to the next tree with a wave of his arms, and jumped to the next tree as lightly as he looked up, and replied in a mimetic voice, and bursts of birds sang happily in the barren forest. Like larks, cardinals, and mountain eagles.

Magic Eagle.

Kress no longer hesitated, flipped his wrist, tied a hemp rope, and jumped up the main trunk of the white oak in three or two, climbing faster and faster, almost without stopping, and easily passed out of the sea of trees in a few breaths.

The summer sun was stabbing and the wind was blowing through the trees, Kress didn't care that it was dozens of meters above his feet, he wrapped the canopy around the tree with one hand, and felt a monocular with the other, and his vision was dark green, unchanged green, but for the son of the barren forest, it was enough. He sang again.

This time, the sea of trees was silent.

In the light and shadow, one after another of the sons of the forest like Kress converged, hidden in the high branches and low bushes of white oaks, and they waited quietly, like a robin to build a love nest, it must avoid peregrine falcons. And the peregrine falcon is afraid of the goshawk.

"Clucking ......" nails of iron hooves across the stone slabs, any traveler wandering through the wasteland can instantly distinguish that this is the sound of the hooves of a two-headed ox, the heavier the hoof, the heavier the cargo carried, and in this era, the most valuable thing is food, and food, has always been based on weight as the standard. But not only that, everyone knows that here, in the wasteland, the hooves are accompanied by rumbling tracks.

Through the heavy branches and leaves, Kress silently looked not far away, a chariot tied with sandbags and steel plates drove in the front, and then there was a heavy snort, sometimes a long whip pulled down the two-headed ox, the ox belly was tied to two pairs of buckets, but it was not the most famous black gray iron ore, but there were stars and red spots, what is this?

A two-headed cow walked by, the mine bucket was full of red spotted ore, and then there was a silent walk, a row of men and women tied to hemp ropes staggered, that piece of rope, and how many people were strung together? It is so white that there is almost no blood, so it is not difficult to know what the red spot ore is wet.

Kress couldn't help but clench the steel gun in his hand, as if he heard the neighing of the spring in the receiver inside, and the bullets were thirsty for the blood of the enemy. Looking at the compatriots below, he has to wait, attacking the enemy will attack the vital point, but he can't wait too long, once this one

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The freight fleet eventually converged to the wasteland railway, and even the endless wildfires could not drown or burn it.

Kress held his breath as the damned Mine Blacks walked past him, laughing and talking about how much extra supplies they should have gotten for the fugitive slaves to be escorted out of the city, and as mine guards, they enjoyed a discounted price, and they were unlucky enough to pick up the good goods left by a few city citizens.

Furious, the sons of the wasteland crouching among the white oaks saw each other's anger, they were still waiting, and what the wasteland needed most was patience.

"Woo~Woo......" The sky suddenly crossed a demon eagle roar, but what sounded was more terrifying than the demon eagle soaring, crazy!

"Ambush! It's an ambush! ”

"Flanks! Flank! Help me! ”

"Keep the herd! Damn it! Stop! ”

"Kill these slaves! Don't let them run! ”

The shouts, the screams, the gunshots, the splashes of flesh, the screams and screams for mercy, the layers of clinging, startling the fluffy birds, they hovering in the sky, the air currents supporting them higher and higher, although they do not understand the dangers under their wings, but they know what it means to be natural selection.

The sea of trees is silent.

Kress spat out a mouthful of blood-stained phlegm, holding his gun flat, and the guard in front of him, who was crawling with a broken leg, was shouting: "No, no, no! Spare your life! Mercy! ”

The pupils were full of flames, and the paralyzed chariot was surrounded by freed slaves, they had no guns, but they had weapons, that is, stones, clubs, fists, teeth, they smashed open the hatch alive, and there was a burst of gunfire, and a few blood flowers jumped out, and then the gunfire stopped, no, it could only be that the gun stopped, and then there was another blood flower that lasted for a long time.

"Compassion?" Kress stepped on the guard's severed limb, and then the man let out an earth-shattering howl, and Kress was furious, picking up the broken gun in his hand, which was made of scrap iron and rotten steel pipes, and even pig iron smelted by himself, and smashed it on the guard's skull.

"Compassion?" He waved his arms in a monotonous manner without tirelessness until the butt of the gun was stained with red and white, and he murmured, "Mercy? ”

Kress sat on his knees, he looked around at the forest path that had been turned into an asura, the fugitive slaves who had been killed by the machine guns in the car had become a striking wall of corpses, and the green leaves of many sons of the forest had turned red, they had too many reasons to grieve, but they would not, tears flowed, blood flowed dry, and freedom was more vivid.

"You're hurt?" The other son of the barren handed over a solid palm and pulled Kress up.

"It's all the blood of the pups!" Cress puffed up his chest and said proudly, picking up the guard's pistol at his feet and pulling the bolt. "Ho! What a gun! Next time, we'll have one more big fight! ”

The companion spat on the guard's corpse and scolded: "It's cheap for you! Bitch raised something! The guy in his hand naturally changed his shotgun, and this cargo team was quite well equipped, enough for the team of the Children of the Wasteland to double its size.

Along the way, people in rags sometimes bowed their heads to Kress, many fugitive slaves were lucky enough to be free, and they were even more grateful, and Kress climbed onto the wrecked cargo chariot in three times and five by two, and the sun was shining, shouting loudly: "Fellow citizens! Dear compatriots, ”

The battlefield was suddenly left with only one voice, and the leader of the long-suffering son of the barren forest waved the steel gun in his hand and said excitedly: "Compatriots! This is not the first victory, and it will never be the last! This group of slave owners is pretentious, deprives us of our freedom, oppresses our blood and sweat, and throws us into the mines to labor to death! We don't say yes! ”

"No!" The crowd below raised their arms and shouted, and they responded in response.

"We are the sons of the wilderness! Freely! We are free people! Sooner or later, we will storm the railroad and throw the railroad tracks into the cliff! Hit the city again! Put all those slave owners to death! I swear! ”

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Kress watched hundreds of sons of the barren forest shout in unison, and he was full of pride, with this comrade-in-arms, what could not be done?

Suddenly, his ears moved, and he seemed to hear something else, very sharp and thin, like a demon eagle roaring, and before Kress could react, his front exploded! An earthen wall suddenly lifted! With countless orange-red eruptions of flames!

This is not the first, there will be the last.

When the first round of shelling was over, Kress managed to crawl out of the bottom of the carriage and roared as the Children of the Wildwoods regrouped for the attack, no! It's an attack! Only the Son of the Wasteland ambushes others and is invincible!

He carried a gun and ran towards the depths of the dense forest, the place where the artillery fire came, and beside him, there were many responders, but he was covered in blood, and there were few guns.

A rapid and dense rain of bullets came from the woods, knocking down people in an instant, and Kress had to hide behind a white oak tree for a while, his nose was heavy, his heart was beating heavily, and he listened to his comrades wailing, but shouldn't it be the enemy?

Kress breathed thicker and thicker each time, a heart almost jumped out of his chest, since escaping from the black mines of the Michigan Heath, he has been fighting in the dense forest for several years, the son of the wasteland continues to grow, he has fought countless bloody battles like this, he firmly believes that there is a blood in the heart, it will definitely win, it will definitely go to freedom!

Then Kress raised his arms and roared, "Warriors of the wasteland! Follow me! ”

He grabbed his newly-captured rifle, pulled the trigger, and the soles of his boots stepped over the wet, crimson grass as he struck deeper and deeper into the woods.

"Go ahead!"

"Go ahead!"

Eventually, Kress saw figures swimming in the woods, the same dressed in green leaf suits, with the same fortitude in their eyes, but different, they were all in armor, Kress skipped a beat of his heart, he fell to the ground in an instant, the rifle flew out of his hand, and hit a white oak, he heard the gurgling sound of his heart bubbling out, he gasped, and exhaled a hot breath, he kept his eyes on the gun, the gun that killed countless slaves and finally killed its master.

He groaned, and the world straightened again, the owner behind the mask adorned with bright gold, obviously, this was a woman, this was a woman in an exoskeleton, she grabbed Kress by the throat, looked at it with interest, two pairs of eyes of the same color looked at each other, and she said, "Oh, so you are the Ranger of the Wasteland, I thought you really had wings and could fly." ”

The woman's mask was removed, but before she could see her, Kress was clutched by the back of her neck, and he saw a group of black-clad soldiers coming out of the woods, besieging and killing, and the sons of the barren forest fell one by one, never to get up again.

"I know you're going to swallow this bait, Mr. Ranger." There was a sharp pain in Kress's legs, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Give it a good time." ”

"Happy?" The woman smiled, and she raised the first aid injection in her hand. "The people you gave me are quite unhappy, Mr. Ranger, in order to catch you, the city-state has spent a lot of blood, I want to give you pleasure, but my people don't agree."

"So, take a good look." Kress closed his eyes, and the adrenaline from the first aid shot gave Kress a line of life. "You can't kill the sons of the forest."

The woman laughed even more heartily, and she ordered, "Catch what you can live." ”

The woman carried Kress to the captive like a chicken, but Kress kept her eyes closed, and the woman smiled, and her every word was a smile, like a silver bell: "Of course I know that I can't kill you." ”

"I just need to let you know you're scared."

Kress fell back into the dust, and his eyes were black and red.

The woman wiped her hands and said indifferently: "Give Mr. Ranger a blood eagle, and the rest, since they believe in God so much, from here, all the crosses will be crucified!" ”

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