The autumn moon is in the sky, and the northern edge of the ruined city is located.

Behind most of the collapsed houses, the four of them simply ate, Zhuo Cheng squatted down and grabbed a bitter hemp grass, closed his eyes and stared for a moment, and said, "The position has not moved!" ”

chased all the way, and finally at the edge of the ruins of the city, he sensed Zhang Fan's breath again.

Instead of immediately rescuing them, Dooch told them to stop and rest, eat something appropriate, and regain their strength.

"If you don't move for a long time, it should be a slave owner's camp." Du Qi looked up at the moon: "Lin Sheng, Tu Sheng, go investigate, don't be exposed, go and come back quickly!" ”

"Well, come on!" Lin Sheng put away the metal kettle.

Lin Sheng took the knife, Tusheng picked up the mechanical crossbow, walked further north, and walked less than twenty meters, Tusheng suddenly stopped, looked back at Du Qi, and his face was embarrassed.

Du Qi was quite helpless and waved his hand: "Go and pull." ”

Tu Sheng tugged his abdomen and tucked his thighs, and turned awkwardly behind a mound.

After a few moments, the stench permeated.

Zhuo Cheng lifted the octagonal hammer and asked Du Qi: "I'm going with Lin Sheng?" ”

Duge stared at him, but in a breath, "Go ahead." ”

Zhuo Cheng caught up with Lin Sheng, and the two continued north along the sparse ruins and hills.

"Hey, be vigilant." Lin Sheng held the mechanical crossbow, and his words became shorter.

Zhuo Cheng nodded, and while walking, he observed the surroundings.

After walking a little further, I really reached the edge of the ruined city, the construction waste heap gradually flattened, and an empty Gobi desert appeared in view.

Lin Sheng, who was in the head, raised his hand, Zhuo Cheng immediately stopped, and the two hid behind a pile of tall waste.

Just ahead, on the Gobi, there are fires burning, illuminating the surrounding carts, horses, and tents, as well as the people who stand guard on the periphery.

Sure enough, there is a camp!

Lin Sheng touched Zhuo Cheng next to him with his elbow: "Hey, pay attention to concealment, take a closer look." ”

"Good!" Zhuo Cheng glanced at Lin Sheng and found that this guy was really not ordinary.

Waxy skin with a waxy sheen, like white crystal.

There were guards on the periphery of the camp, and the two took advantage of the terrain to cover them and move forward slowly.

In the distance, the flames suddenly burst out, and the sound of boiling people was heard, followed by miserable screams.

Gradually, there was an open field ahead, and the two of them stopped moving forward, hiding behind a pile of weathered dirt, staring at the camp.

Under the light of the moonlight, about a dozen or twenty people gathered in front of the tent, kneeling in front of a cauldron on a fire, and not far from both sides, several people were being tortured, and the screams came from their mouths.

The person who knelt down suddenly straightened up and looked up to the sky and screamed, and his voice was very peculiar: "Bubu, Bubu, Bubu......"

On the west side of the tent area, cages were erected, and figures in the cages were piled up, and several bonfires were lit nearby, and some of the guards also bowed down to the cauldron by the campfire.

Only those who were scattered around the camp to keep watch remained vigilant.

After observing for a while, Lin Sheng made a gesture to Zhuo Cheng, and the two turned back.

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In the small wooden cage, Zhang Fan was tied with leather ropes, his cheeks bulging higher than his big nose, and a huge iron ball stuffed in his mouth, tied behind his head by a belt.

The wind blew, and a few bitter hemp plants swayed back and forth.

There were a lot of people crowded in the big cage next to it, and people were standing next to each other, and there was no room to even sit.

It's all scavengers and wanderers, I don't know how long they've been hungry, and their eyes are green when they look at each other.

Zhang Fan comforted himself: Fortunately, he lived in a single room.

The strange screams of "Bubu" suddenly stopped, and the terrible screams became more and more high-pitched.

Zhang Fan's legs shook unconsciously, and he spoke to cheer himself up: "I have Xiaohong and Xiaobai, I can fight twenty of them at a time!" ”

The sound hit the iron ball and turned into a whimper.

A tall and sturdy brown-red mule was led by a man walking past the cage, and Zhang Fan clearly saw that between the two hind legs, there was a thick, black, hairless leg that fell to the ground.

Two-legged people are easy to find, five-legged mules are rare!

The people in front of the campfire all stood up, and the leader was tall and thin, with a strange green hair, and gray ears that were pointed and long, diagonally to the back of his head, like the ears of a donkey, and his face was tattooed with a blue face, which was actually a fly waving its tentacles when he looked closely.

Someone came, the donkey's ears looked left and right, and the people around him quickly retreated.

The visitor bent down and saluted, calling him by name: "Orson, the swamp tree man who sent the blue gold ball here is dead, and there is a gourmand slave hunter logo on the scene." ”

The donkey ear named Orson asked, "Gourmet's men?" Who's coming? ”

The man replied, "A mechanic." ”

Aosen's ears twitched: "Order, raise vigilance!" ”

The man stooped and saluted, and Orson turned back into the tent, opened the box, and took out a small square metal box, which was chained to his belt.

Thinking of the dead swamp treemen, Orson was inexplicably uneasy, and had the intention to pull out the camp and leave, but the sacrifice was not over and could not be interrupted.

He came out of the tent and commanded: "When the sacrifice is over, pull out the camp immediately!" ”

On both sides of the fire where the cauldron was erected, the wounds of the people tied to the wooden shelves were all over the place, and blood was dripping.

Orson looked at it and ordered: "Pour the soup!" ”

A strong man came over, opened the lid of the cauldron, and the yellow-brown mist rose visibly with the naked eye, and the liquid of the same color in the pot boiled, boiling dozens of oval-shaped bird eggs.

Orson raised his hands flat, his eyes slightly closed, took a deep breath, and seemed to revel in the smell.

The four people who had been tortured and were unconscious suddenly woke up by the stench, retched one by one, and even vomited out of their stomachs.

Each of the four men executed took a large iron spoon and scooped up the yellow-brown soup and poured it on the bloody wounds of those people.

Screams that bordered on madness shook the sky, as if they were suffering the most painful torture in the world.

With the screams, something invisible but sticky emerged from the top of the four people's heads, floated into the cauldron, and burrowed into the boiling eggs.

Orson opened his eyes, and the donkey's ears trembled: "What about Luozi?" Where did Luo Zi go? ”

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Behind most of the collapsed houses, Lin Sheng reported the situation in the camp.

Zhuo Cheng added: "There are five sentries on the south side of the camp, patrolling crosswise, and they are very vigilant, at that time, they were far away, and they couldn't see their weapons clearly, and the rest of the people should be dozens." Between the camp and the ruins was a large open field, and the moonlight was fine tonight, and if anyone came out of the ruins, they would inevitably be spotted by the sentries. ”

Duch nodded: "Check the weapon, get ready to go!" ”

Zhuo Cheng took out the hammer and held it in his hand, during the time he was a scavenger, the tool was his weapon.

Looking at Du Qi's bland vicissitudes of life, Zhuo Cheng asked, "Is there a plan?" ”

Dooch checked the line: "No! He took out his pipe, stuffed it into a shriveled tumor, rubbed his metal fingers against the fire, and was the first to walk north: "I'll attack head-on to attract fire, and you go around from the west to save people!" ”

Zhuo Cheng looked at Du Qi's mechanical arm emitting red mist and the blood energy gun connected to the pipeline, listening to the heavy footsteps, feeling that this mayor should be the rumored powerhouse of Sweetwater Town.

Coming to the junction of the ruins and the Gobi Desert, Zhuo Cheng and Lin Sheng and Tu Sheng turned west.

Duqi Metal pressed the wide-brimmed cowboy hat with his left hand, pulled out the blood energy gun with his right hand, and the heavy foot steps sped up, jumping seven or eight meters away with each step, and the earth seemed to tremble under his feet, leaving a little red where his feet stepped on.

"Enemy attack!"

Over there in the slave camp, there are sentinels to warn!

The muzzle of the Dudge gun was raised, and the liquid flowed in the metal line connected to the blood canister, and the exhaust port on the upper part of the gun exploded into a cloud of blood mist, and the burst of energy propelled the pointed metal projectile through the open area like lightning.

A large hole was torn open in the back of a sentry.

"Blood Gun!" Another sentry shouted in terror: "The extraordinary twister of the singularity, the blood shooter!" ”

Many people in the tent area of the camp came out to meet the enemy, and the long-range weapons in their hands were crossbows.

Duge spat out his pipe, mocking, and let out a roar of earth-shattering rage: "Blood and machinery are together!" ”

"Shoot!"

A strong man waved his hand, and a dozen people in the slave camp raised their crossbows and fired.

In the forward rush, Dooitch's mechanical arm blocked his neck, slapping away the crossbow bolt that shot at his head and face, leaving the rest of the body alone.

A crossbow bolt hit the chest and abdomen, making a sound of hitting metal, and it all bounced out.

And every time Dooche's Blood Gun hits back, someone dies in front of the slave camp.

He doesn't shoot very often, and it seems that the blood energy gun doesn't fire fast.

But the reckless rush to the camp attracted most of the forces in the camp.

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Zhuo Cheng took the lead, circled an arc, crossed the Gobi Desert, and approached the west side of the camp.

There were quite a few cages, more than a dozen large and small, crowded with people caught by slave traders.

"Hey! Let's split up! Hurry up and find Zhang Fan and help the mayor. Lin Sheng's skin became whiter and brighter as he spoke, and it became as transparent as crystal in a few breaths.

The figure flashed and disappeared.

Zhuo Cheng wondered, are they all so reckless? Fortunately, there is a stable one!

The native holds a mechanical crossbow, lifting his abdomen and clamping his thighs, in a strange posture.

"There you go!" Zhuo Cheng was helpless, and turned his head to touch the camp.

The native bowed his head in shame.

Although Dooch had attracted most of the armed men in front, there were still a few guards on this side.

Zhuo Cheng's plan was to sneak in, use the cover of the frame and the cage, launch a surprise attack, and get one or two guards first.

The front was very smooth, and he successfully avoided the guards' eyes, but Zhuo Cheng avoided the eyes of several guards, but he couldn't avoid the eyes of a large number of prisoners.

Several prisoners looked over, and Zhuo Cheng raised his fingers and made a silent gesture.

"Help! Help me! Those people were tired and hungry, their brains were swollen and dizzy, and suddenly they saw a glimmer of hope, and they couldn't hold back: "Come and save me!" ”

The guards were immediately alarmed, and someone looked for a sound, found Zhuo Cheng, and rushed up with a wooden stick with several iron nails embedded in the front: "There is an enemy!" ”

Several other guards also ran towards him.

Zhuo Cheng took a few big strides to meet the first guard, and if he didn't do it at this time, he would be surrounded and beaten after a while!

The hammer that he picked up with all his strength collided with the wooden stick that the guard had smashed, and the upper half of the wooden stick flew out, and the guard's mouth was torn, and before the screams could be released, the hammer that Zhuo Cheng smashed for the second time fell on his shoulder.

Half of the guard's shoulders collapsed, and he fell to the ground screaming.

A guard with a knife arrived at this time, Zhuo Cheng dodged to dodge the knife that was split, his right hand did not exert too much force, only the forearm swinged, and the octagonal hammer hit the opponent's lower abdomen.

The knife fell to the ground, and the man fell to his knees clutching his abdomen, vomiting blood.

The third guard was rushing over, and the figure next to him flashed, and half of his neck was broken.

"Hey! I'm going to help the mayor! I didn't see it, but the way I listened to it was Lin Sheng: "You look for Zhang Fan!" ”