Low-slung houses, clustered together, with sewage flowing through the front and back of the house, emitting an unpleasant smell and forming a cramped, cramped living area.

It's a human settlement, barely medium-sized.

With its back to the cliff, in front of it is a dry riverbed with a depth of about ten meters.

An earthen bridge, no more than a meter wide, or an earthen mound, formed the only entrance and exit that could be seen nearby, with a distance of three meters in between, and an iron plate used as a passage when needed.

On the other side of the riverbed, there are two lookouts that make an overwhelming sound in the wind, making people feel that they are about to collapse at any moment.

On the periphery of the settlement, there are all kinds of usable things, such as earth, stones, useless iron tools, etc., to form a "city wall" about 1.5 meters high but more than 1 meter thick.

The defense is quite good.

Many dangerous people roaming the wilderness have no weapons in their hands to penetrate the earthen walls.

Including the riverbed in front, such "natural hazards" actually exist to defend against their own kind in the wasteland.

Although Tang Luo and the others encountered a giant rat frenzy, it was the result of them rushing into each other's lair.

It's not just humans who struggle to survive in the wasteland.

The strange mutated creatures in the wasteland don't have much to do with humans in most cases.

Both sides have their own territories, ranges of activity.

The place where the settlement can be established is naturally a relatively safe area away from those mutated creatures.

If the danger faced by humans in the wasteland is 100 points, the score occupied by those mutated creatures is about 10 points at most.

However, these 10 points will rise sharply under special circumstances, becoming a catastrophe.

At that time, this kind of "natural risk" and the expansion of the earthen wall by several times had no effect.

The shrill roaring engine sound disappeared on the other side of the riverbed, the black crow caravan stopped, Zhou black crow got out of the car and walked to the front, pointed to the black crow on the clothes on his chest, and shouted loudly: "Locke, come out to do business!" ”

Coupled with the row of little brothers with weapons and fierce faces behind him, the words "come out to do business" are more like shouting "robbery, hand over the money!" ”

The response on the other side is not slow either.

After a while, several people walked to the earthen bridge and pushed the iron plate over to form a road.

This is not the first time that the Crow Caravan has dealt with this settlement called the Land of Hope.

The two sides have traded many times.

Although in the wasteland, the role of a caravan can easily be transformed into a bandit, it has to be admitted that the existence of caravans and trade is a necessary condition for many people to survive.

Without caravans, some settlements are unsustainable.

The caravans themselves rarely mess around the settlements, and both sides need each other to survive.

Of course, if there is a sudden encounter between strangers in the wasteland outside the settlement, please refer to the reaction of the crow caravan.

There must be some order in the settlement, and there can be no outside the settlement.

The crow took the lead, strode over, hugged the leader opposite, laughed and patted each other on the back.

It seems to be very intimate.

The leader who came out to greet him in person, Locke, despite the intimate embrace of the crow, was like a pair of - in the wasteland, which was not a matter at all.

But all his attention was on a white-haired man in the team.

It's not because the gray hair is glaring, but because the man is so clean, his clothes, his face, his fingers, his nails, and even the ...... Dog?

All very clean.

Not to mention that he was incompatible with such a perennial running away in the Crow Caravan, Locke himself was not as clean as this white-haired man.

To be honest, there are no more than ten people who can be so clean in the whole hope, not including Locke himself.

And these people were only able to wash before going to bed with Locke, and they were so clean.

Big shots, big backgrounds.

After the crow and Locke separated, they noticed his gaze and immediately said, "This is Master Xuanzang, the real big man, the most noble guest of our caravan." ”

"Oh." Locke replied and made an elegant salute to Tang Luo, "Welcome, Venerable Master. ”

Master is not the exclusive title of a saint.

Anyone who has made achievements in a certain aspect can be called a master.

Talent is a scarce resource at all times.

Moreover, the "monks" of this world, except for bald heads and believing in Buddhism, have no resemblance to regular monks.

Of course, Tang Luo, a monk, is not conventional.

Tang Luo nodded indifferently.

Locke didn't look displeased, and smiled and invited the crow caravan in.

In addition to the large trucks, the other three of the eight vehicles in the Crow caravan are also modified trucks, which contain a lot of goods.

Leaving a few people to guard the caravan, Tang Luo and a few of them walked into this medium-sized settlement called Hope Land.

Inside, in the direction of the cliffs, the slum-like scene is much better.

Some cars can also be seen parked in the open field.

Obviously, there are other entrances and exits here that are not known to outsiders.

In terms of numbers, the cars have surpassed the Crow caravan, but they are a little worse in size, but the style is the same.

The wildness of the wasteland is on full display.

The word refinement has nothing to do with 99 percent of the people and things in the wasteland.

Closer to the cliff, two pipes can be seen running out of the cliff, flowing out of a clean water source that is not so clear, but at least it does not have any odor and can be used for drinking.

The water flows into two modest cisterns below the cliff, where two teams are lining up to fetch water.

Each cistern is guarded by two men with guns.

The home-made guns in their hands seem to be more likely to be fired than to shoot the enemy.

In the middle of the two cisterns, there is a Gatling.

The early Gatling styling, hand-cranked, mounted on a two-wheeler, the kind that can be seen in western cowboy films.

The Crow Caravan also has a Gatling.

Installed in the cab of the monster of the "Crow King", it can be moved out, which is far more high-end than this Gatling.

But it is rarely used.

In the words of the crows themselves, they can't afford it, the bullets are too expensive.

A rough gun is paired with a rough bullet, and the more delicate the bullet workmanship, the more expensive it is.

The high price of high-end firearms with high specifications is not only reflected in the itself, but also the consumption of bullets, as well as maintenance and repair.

It's far less cost-effective than guns that look tattered and seem to be ready to explode at any moment.

That Gatling was more of a symbol of strength and decoration.

Locke took the Crow and Tang Luo to a decent two-story hut next to the cliff.

The hut was just a place for him to visit.

His real place of residence is probably inside the cliffs.

Clean water is undoubtedly the foundation of the Land of Hope, and Locke's control of the water source is also the control of the entire Land of Hope.

The first thing in the Crow Caravan is, of course, the "specialty" water resources of the Land of Hope.

There are about five days to go before the next settlement, and the existing drinking water is sufficient, but in order to prevent accidents, it is necessary to prepare more.

Fortunately for the black crow, this Xuanzang with a mysterious origin has no requirements for food and water.

From the time they met until now, he has not seen each other drink water or eat.

After the two negotiated the price, the crow directly brought the topic to the most critical question: "Do you know where to get a pass?" ”

"Your Crow Caravan still lacks a pass?" Locke was a little surprised.

"Class A pass." Crow said.

Locke said, "You're in business so big now? ”

"Nope." The crow shook his head.

Locke glanced at Tang Luo, who was sitting on the sofa next to him, and understood a little in his heart, I am afraid that this distinguished guest needs an A-level pass.

"A-level pass, actually, I have it." Locke said.

"Huh?" The crow was a little surprised.

Locke's power is much larger than that of the Crow caravan, and the leader of a medium-sized settlement like this has the ability and channels to get an A-level pass.

But Crow didn't expect that Locke actually had it.

You know, the leader of the settlement is no better than a caravan, and needs to run outside a lot.

"I don't need what I got by accident before." Locke said.

"Then ......," the crow didn't say the next word, "send it to me," when Locke continued.

"So what are you going to trade it for?"

"Don't you need it?"

"Just because you can't use it now doesn't mean you won't need it in the future." "Staying is a way out." ”

"Come on, one day you really can't do it, and you still have a chance to take refuge in those places?" Crow said.

A person like Locke, once he falls, basically ends up with death.

"That's why I'm willing to sell it to you." Locke said that he looked more like a shrewd businessman than a crow.

"What do you want?" When the crow saw Lockkie's attitude, he knew that he was going to bleed this time.

But there is no way.

Xuanzang, who was suspected of being a god and Buddha behind him, swept his eyes from time to time.

"Delis." Locke said.

"Huh?" The crow was stunned, "What's that?" A new weapon? I've never heard of it. ”

"Nope." "It's a woman." ”

The crow frowned: "Woman, I remember bringing a few from last time. ”

"Those few can't have children at all!" Locke roared, his face hideous.

He is in his forties, which is not a small number in the wasteland, and he is in dire need of bloodline to continue his kingdom.

But it can't be born, Locke has changed many women before and after, and one of them has successfully become pregnant.

But born a stillborn baby.

"Well, where's this Delise, who?" Crow asked.

"The woman of the leader of the Black Oil Battalion."

"Are you crazy?" The crow stood up sharply.

He hadn't heard of Delis, but how could the Black Oil Camp not know?

The size of the population there is only the level of small settlements, but the armed forces far exceed those of medium-sized settlements.

Because the specialty there is oil.

An indispensable oil for moving on the wasteland.

Without oil, the most important car of the Crow caravan is better than scrap metal.

"That woman is very prolific, and I know that she bore Galle ten children, and raised eight of them." Locke's tone revealed envy, jealousy, and hatred.

“……”

The black crow was speechless for a while, he wanted to say, it wasn't necessarily Delis, maybe it was the leader of the Black Oil Battalion, Galle.

Anyway, there are more than 20 of your women, and one of them is still dead, so don't you look for your own reasons?

The crow put this in his heart, and when he said it, he was about to turn his face.

He probably won't be able to get out of hope.

"My crow caravan can't beat the Black Oil Battalion." Crow said.

In terms of armed forces, the Crow Caravan is no match for Hope, and it is unlikely to be the opponent of the Black Oil Battalion.

There are few people in the Black Oil Camp, but they are fiercely armed.

Many of the weapons of the Black Oil Battalion come from the gifts of the gods, and they are not of the same level as the weapons of the Black Crow Caravan.

In the wasteland or in the civilized world, those who sell oil are very "rich".

"Of course you don't need to attack head-on." Locke said, "You have business dealings with the Black Oil Camp, find an opportunity to steal Delith out and bring it to me, and the A-rank pass from the gods' gift is yours." ”

The A-Tier Pass from the Celestial's Gift is relatively common, as it is an arms trafficker organization.

"That won't work." Crow said.

The two are just different ways, and both are incredibly difficult.

"It's your business, bring people, I'll give you a pass." Locke said, looking at Donlo one last time.

Wait for his answer.

"Is that black oil battalion powerful?" Tang Luo asked.

"Gatlings like in my car, they have at least ten." The crow used a very intuitive statement.

"Oh, if that's amazing, then they should have an A-level pass too." Tang Luo said.

"Uh-" The crow was stunned for a moment, and smiled, yes.

Why hang yourself from a tree in the land of hope? also offended forces like the Black Oil Battalion.

The black crow regarded Tang Luo's request as the most important thing to do, hoping to get rid of this dangerous element of unknown origin as soon as possible.

It was that eagerness that made the equally eager Rock Lion open his mouth.

Now calm down, in fact, there is no need to be in such a hurry, they can go all the way to their destination, even if they don't need to get it on the way.

Finally, it is also possible to complete the missions of the Great Forces to obtain the pass.

Passes were originally created to be given to others.

"Then let's go, go there." Don Luo stood up.

The black crow smiled and said, "I'm sorry, Locke, this job is too difficult, we can't take it, you can ask for another master." ”

Locke's face was gloomy: "Want to go?" ”

"How?" The crow turned around and looked fierce, "We can't leave yet?" ”

"You know what happened...... Locke tapped slowly on the table, "do you think I should let you go?" ”

"We're in trouble and telling ourselves?" Crow said.

Locke said, "You need a pass, but you're not asking for trouble. ”

It is good to sell the Black Oil Battalion, which is quite beneficial to the Crow Caravan that needs an A-level pass.

"You're not afraid of causing trouble?" Crow said.

Locke looked at Tang Luo and smiled evilly: "It's your own choice, now only death can solve the problem!" ”

A distinguished guest who dies quietly is no different from a mule or a horse.

As he spoke, Locke jerked out the gun that was taped under the table.

The crows are a little slower...... The gun at his waist was handed over as a gesture of sincerity, leaving one to sneak in his arms.

When he lifted the muzzle of the gun and didn't hurry to aim it at Locke, Locke had already pulled the trigger on Donlo.

This is the wasteland, and the collapse of order is only in a moment.

Death came very suddenly.

Locke's head bursts, like a smashed watermelon.

The gun in his hand fell to the ground, misfired, and the gunfire rang out again, and the bullet slashed against the crow's ear, and it was scorching.

"To be honest, I like your style, it's direct enough to save time and effort."

Tang Luo withdrew his hand that rebounded the bullet and said to the crowd behind him who kicked open the door and rushed in.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

The sound of gunfire echoed in the sky of the Land of Hope.