Su Qin smiled and said noncommittally: "If you want to realize this dream, the first step is very difficult, although Besar was killed by me, but we are outsiders, if we want to do this, we will inevitably be killed by some forces in the Northwest Land, including some powerhouses above the seventh order." ”

Julian waved his hand arrogantly and said: "This kind of trivial matter is up to me, that's just a trivial matter, you don't have to worry about this head, as for the guy who surpasses the fifth order, I want you to take action, hey, this is what you have to do, and it's just a small thing for you." ”

Su Qin looked at Julian with a somewhat complicated expression, sighed, and said, "But you have to understand, tens of thousands of people? In front of a truly high-level ability, no matter how many people there are, it is useless. Even if you do arm a team of 10,000 people, I'm afraid you won't be those perverted opponents, Julian, what do you think? ”

Julian asked rhetorically, "What if it's you?" Out of 10,000 armed soldiers, will you get hurt when you face them? Can you just wipe out 10,000 people? ”

Su Qin decided to tell the truth to this guy who was full of beautiful dreams: "Yes, but it will take some time." ”

Yurian was silent, and said a little unwillingly: "Is it really impossible at all?" ”

Su Qin understood what he meant, and was silent for a while, before he smiled and said, "This possibility can be there, we can try to do it first, but you must know that it will take a long time to walk this path!" ”

Julian laughed wildly and said, "Great, chief, the last thing we lack is time, and it's good, so it's a happy decision." ”

The armored off-road vehicle was still speeding through the wilderness, carrying a cloud of dust, rushing to the northwest.

Julian's insolent laughter was heard from inside the car, and it was heard far, far away.

……

Far to the northwest, a hundred kilometers away from Besar's gathering place, the ruined jungle stretched endlessly, spanning hundreds of kilometers from north to south, and countless mob tribes, lost their gloomy sky, were as unbridled as ordinary areas, and were as quiet and desolate as ordinary areas.

The wide road was covered in dull yellow dust, and the wind blew up the hot dust, and the road could be seen full of charred marks and scattered craters.

In a small, abandoned-looking town, there is not a single intact building, but at first glance it is full of broken rock walls, and in the middle of the town, the living quarters have been replaced by simple houses that can be demolished. A dusty highway winds its way out of town. The town has a city wall, although it is not high, but it is not easy for ordinary people to penetrate, and there are rows of holes in the wall, from which steel rails extend, and at a glance it is clear that they are anti-aircraft machine guns.

From the direction of the entrance, you can see that the town is full of busy people, they are dressed in tatters, not like the army, neat and disciplined, and occasionally you can see a few men covered in gunpowder sitting on ammunition boxes, smoking and drinking without scruples. They didn't seem to feel that what was sitting under their butts could easily lift them up to a hundred meters in the air if it exploded.

There were several large trucks parked in the cargo dump in the town, and a dozen sturdy men with big earrings were loading boxes of supplies from the yard onto the trucks, and one truck seemed to be full, so it slowly drove out of the town, onto the dusk road, and galloped away with a cloud of yellow dust.

The men who were carrying them were all more than two meters tall, each muscle was full and bent, the tendons were like giant pythons, and the degree of bulging was exaggerated to the point of horror, and those heavy boxes of one meter square and hundreds of kilograms were as light as toys in their hands. Even in the scorching sun of the day, many of them were still shirtless, shaking their muscles as if showing off, and when the scorching sun came down, it did not affect their skin in the slightest, but would refract the golden light.

They already have some immunity to radiation.

Obviously, in the Northwest, this kind of place, is a medium-sized mob tribe.

And the strength is not weak.

On the rooftops of the tall buildings in all four corners of the town, there are various positions such as anti-aircraft gun emplacements and anti-aircraft machine guns, which can easily resist the invasion of the enemy, whether on land or from high altitudes.

The sky was a cloud of radiation that could never be dissolved, and it was dusk, not yet in complete darkness. There are busy people everywhere, as if they don't need to sleep at all. The town was noisy and bright, and in the wilderness outside, it was too easy for such a conspicuous target to be attacked by the enemy, and here every one of them, whether male or female, old or young, seemed to have a great self-confidence that no one would dare to come to their trouble.

This is a sign of strength, and in this area, they do have such self-confidence. Because their strength is really strong.

This tribe is called the Arman, and in the Northwest Lands, the name of the tribe or gathering place is always named after the most powerful man who rules the area, and the same is true here.

However, in this era of slaughter, no one can think about when danger will come, so the people of the Northwest will not always have a sense of crisis on their faces, which is too tiring, they would rather keep a cheerful smile all the time before they die, and live freely.

It still looks peaceful and peaceful.

It was only that soon this tranquility was immediately shattered, and a shrill siren suddenly sounded over the town, but this did not seem to affect the lives of the people in the town at all, and they did not show the slightest surprise, as if they had long been accustomed to this kind of thing, and those who should be busy were still busy, and those who should be chatting were still chatting.

Then in the next moment, a flash of fire lit up in the dark night sky, and a man with combat experience could see at a glance that it was a missile that was flying. The missile was extremely fast, with a clear trail, and quickly approached the town from a high altitude.

It's just that people's faces still haven't changed in the slightest, and then in the next second, the machine guns laid on several buildings in this direction roared at the same time, and several shining bullet streams converged in the air, accurately weaving a bullet net in front of the missile's trajectory.

The missile hit the net head-on, and suddenly a glittering fireball appeared in the night sky, and burning debris splattered everywhere.

A few men sitting on top of the ammunition box who were still talking casually looked into the air, and one of them sighed and said, "Damn, this kind of boring thing, I have to come several times a day, I really want to tear those damn guys to shreds." ”

Another guy with a stubble on his face smiled and said, "Hey, this is a good wish, our tribe is now getting closer to this goal, and I believe that under the leadership of Arman, we will definitely become the most powerful tribe in this area." ”

The men laughed wildly, they were used to such attacks, and they were concerned about how they would fight tomorrow for more territory.

However, no one saw that a kilometer away, in the midst of the yellow dust, an armored off-road vehicle came from afar, quickly approaching the direction of the town, kicking up thick smoke and dust, like a wild dragon roaring.

The SUV wasn't driving fast, and a figure stood on the roof of the car even more arrogantly, armed with a Barrett sniper, as if it was going to tear any enemy who dared to come into sight.

He had a solemn look on his face, as if he was about to do something extremely great, and no one could stop him.

The wind blows, and the black hair flutters, looking domineering and arrogant!