The shouting below ceased, and the hall returned to silence.

"Uh-huh......"

The man cleared his throat and said in a serious and serious tone: "In every era, there will be trend-setters who stand on the cusp of the storm, and every historical change will give birth to countless admirable pioneers, in this world full of blood and fire, what is the meaning of life?" ”

"Just to live?"

"Nope! That's the ideal of the mutant dog in the wasteland, that's the pursuit of the mole in the sewers. ”

"We are human."

"We have courage, sincerity, passion, loyalty, and love."

"Warriors, you need a great goal, use it to exercise your will, elevate your spirit, like the reef of the Star Sea Cliff, stand in this wasteland without fear of wind and rain, and strive to pass on the torch of human civilization."

"I am grateful for that war more than a hundred years ago."

"It gives us hunger, sickness, and death, but it also breaks the shackles of thought, giving us the opportunity to understand the outside world and understand what freedom, equality, justice, and the rule of law are."

"We should treat the disaster with a grateful heart, bravely face all difficulties, open up the future with hard work and perseverance, sow the fire of civilization, and light up the glory of the new era."

Wooha, wooha, wooha, wooha, wooha......

As soon as the man's voice stopped, a thunderous roar suddenly sounded below, causing a greater sensation than the man with the birthmark on his forehead just now.

The pheasants and Chang Wu who have just arrived are also among them.

That voice, those words, that impassioned, like a little spark, set off a prairie fire in the mountains and fields in autumn.

Tang Yan narrowed his eyes, if he didn't guess wrong, the man on the high platform should be the boss of the Black Saints, the one who was called a prophet by Chang Wu.

After a pause, the man in the suit pressed down on his arm, and then raised the card in his hand.

"There is no darkness, no dark box operation, now, let's decide her life and death by cooking in a dish."

At this time, someone walked up to the bandits in the audience and took away the cards in the hands of those people.

The man in the suit was the last voter, and it is clear from below that he voted against it.

"Xiang Tianbiao, my closest comrade-in-arms, let's start counting the votes."

After saying this, he walked down, and changed to the bald head with a birthmark on his forehead just now to count the votes.

At this time, Tang Yan learned about the incident from Zeng Hua's conversation with a bandit.

The middle-aged woman hanging from the gallows in the area behind the high platform was a slave bought by the Black Saint from the Razor-Man, and the night patrol three days ago saw her hiding a bag of pickled mutant beef.

There is no doubt that this kind of behavior has broken the rules of the Black Saints and harmed the interests of the bandits, so there is today's judgment assembly, according to the guiding ideology of the Prophet, to decide the life and death of the middle-aged woman by cooking dishes.

The results of the vote were not long in coming.

There were 38 votes in favour and 1 against.

It is clear that the prophet was more merciful and voted against it. It was the bandits who did not forgive the woman.

Xiang Tianbiao licked his lips, walked to the back and stepped on it.

The middle-aged woman opened the plank on the soles of her feet downward, and her thin body fell under the force of gravity, only to hear a crisp click, and the rope easily broke her vertebrae.

Wooha, wooha, wooha, wooha......

Now I think of the shouts of the bandits again, some of them are flushed, their blood is burning in their bodies, they look very excited and happy.

Xiang Tianbiao stepped down from the stage with a relaxed face and replaced himself with the prophet of the Black Saints.

The man still pressed his arm to signal the bandits to silence, and then expressed his regret and helplessness in a very compassionate tone, and then changed his tone to tell everyone that he was glad that the trend of cooking in line with the spirit of the times had been accepted by everyone, and that he sincerely liked it, practiced it, and respected his spirituality and morality as a human being.

After that, he said not to always remember those unhappy things, in order to celebrate the great victory of this dish cooking thought, you might as well have a party, have a carnival.

Wooha, wooha, wooha, wooha......

There was another shout from the audience, and even Zeng Hua, who had just arrived, raised his arms and shouted excitedly.

To be sure, the prophet with an unknown surname was very good at inciting people's emotions, and the nearly 40 people in the audience were fanatical, looking at him with a kind of adoration.

Tang Yan thought to himself, no wonder the Black Saint was developing very strongly, in the case of a serious regression of civilization like the wasteland, how many people could resist his material and ideological temptation?

Outside, there was a female slave pushing a dining cart into the hall, but she just walked with her head down, not daring to look up at the high platform.

"Let's go, newcomer, settle you down early, and we can come over and have fun."

The pheasant greeted the three of them, led them out of the hall, and walked towards a row of low houses behind.

"Let's do this tonight, and I'll take you to the tattoo artist tomorrow morning."

In addition to the Prophet, every bandit of the Black Saints had a scorpion tail tattooed on his face, which was a symbol, an encouragement, and an exclusive symbol that distinguished him from other forces.

In Tang Yan's opinion, it was more like a seal, and stamping it was tantamount to handing over his life to the Black Saint.

"There's some sweet potatoes, a few pieces of jerky, and clean drinking water."

The pheasant threw down his bag and left, hurrying to the party in the antechamber.

Tang Yan broke half a sweet potato and walked to the bed in the corner and sat down, nibbling while looking at the scenery outside the window.

There was a peculiar smell in the room, the mattress was very dirty, there were oil stains and blood stains, and the floor was full of cigarette butts, cloth and other debris.

It's normal, and it's nice to have a place to sleep in the wasteland.

According to Zeng Hua, only the management of Gem City has a clean residence, a cabinet full of clothes, a desk with a computer, and a kitchen with closets and condiments.

The living dead man nibbled on a few slices of jerky and fell asleep on his bed.

Zeng Hua has been telling him about Gem City, how the people in it live, how the slaves eat pig food every day, and how ruthless the overseers are...... Etcetera.

Tang Yan listened for a while, said that he wanted to go to the toilet, got up and walked outside.

Leaving the dormitory where the bandits lived, he asked the bandits patrolling the courtyard to stick a piece of D-6 explosives for the harvesters to the back wall of the bandits' quarters, pretending to be convenient for the back of the house, and walked towards the front.

Got to where the pickup truck was parked, planted a second D-6 explosive, and left amid the cursing of the tower guards.

After that, he rubbed into the place where the female slave was being held, gave up a safe distance, threw the third D-6 explosive into the bottom of the abandoned carriage, and chatted with the bandits sitting on the top of the carriage by the way.

Counting the time, he passed by the warehouse dedicated to ammunition and made his way to the brightly lit hall------ in the process, throwing a fourth D-6 explosive into the trash.

In the system space, the more powerful D-8 explosives are ready, and the reward value is reduced from 137 to 2 at once.

He's going to play a big ticket.

Give the Prophet a BIGBOMB, otherwise how can he be worthy of his passionate speech.