The first time he went out of the mountain, Hong Tao rode a horse, planning to go to Urumqi, 500 kilometers away. But it didn't take a few days to run back, no, riding a tall horse is not to walk by yourself, comfortable, but too dangerous.

As soon as he walked along the Old World Highway to Kuitun, he was stopped by a group of soldiers in black clothes patrolling in armored vehicles. Without saying a few words, he had to rob the horse and search his body, not to say that he was a suspected rebel.

Where is this, Hong Tao didn't talk nonsense, took advantage of the disobedience of the horses and pulled out the paratrooper knife in his boots, once, twice, three times, and the three soldiers around him had a small bloody spurt on their necks, and then threw a grenade into the roof of the armored car, and ran away on horseback.

After this trip, Hong Tao probably has a little understanding, now the world has changed, the rules have changed, and he must also change.

What's changing? The first is dressing up. The U.S. military training uniforms found from the embassy must not be worn outside, too dazzling, not to mention the soldiers' suspicions, and the tattered homeless people they saw on the road also secretly stared at them with surprised eyes.

If you don't want to be suspicious at a glance, you have to blend in with them, and the easiest thing to dress up is the homeless. Shagged clothes that meet the requirements themselves are not there, but Crimean has. He was wearing that sheepskin jacket all year round, and he couldn't distinguish the color of the dirty.

No, let him also make two bodies for himself, whether it is fishing or logging or working, cooking, etc., he must put on the outside, and the oil on his hands after eating the mutton must also be smeared. In less than a month, hey, look again, you're a herdsman yourself!

The big cloak that the homeless people used to keep out the cold and the wind is easier to do, find a trench coat from their wardrobe, and sew all kinds of rags up, and the sewing is complete. Not to mention, this thing is really good at keeping out the wind and cold, but it's a little sunk.

The inside is still close to his own clothes, the outer layer is camouflage uniforms and tactical vests, the outer coats are torn leather jackets and torn leather pants, and the two pieces of leather sewn on the land boots are also considered to be patched, and they are covered with a cloak and hood......

It seems to be almost meaningful, what is wrong, Hong Tao looked carefully in the mirror, well, it is the eyes and face, it is too easy to be remembered.

This is easy to do, come to a pair of sunglasses...... If it's not practical, then come to a pair of snow goggles, and even block the eyes and half of the face. Hehe, even if early autumn comes, I can't recognize it!

Is clothing enough? Of course not, it must be a set of nonsense, and acting must also be a set. Dress like a herdsman, and speak like you. This is not difficult, I have been with Krimu for 4 years, and even if I don't fully learn their language, it is still no problem to learn his tone of voice.

The costume is there, the language is similar, and there must be a name that matches the identity, what is it called? At first, he told Crimean that his name was Avanti, but this title was not a name at all, but an honorific title for a learned person, and he had to make a name more like a Kazakh or Kirgiz.

So Ilbergers. Kirghiz herders from Bahati appeared at the checkpoint of the Kuitun garrison on bicycles in late summer and early autumn 2027.

Ilbiresi is the Kyrgyz word for snow leopard, and it is also the name of the son of Crimea. Bahati is the surname of Crimea, a friend of wine and meat, and he should have no opinion on using his surname.

This time it was much better, and in the face of an unlucky herdsman who could not even speak Chinese and smelled of sheep, the soldiers were more interested in the mutton carried on the back of their bicycles. So Hong Tao was unlucky again, and before the mutton he brought was exchanged, a large piece was taken away for nothing.

People have to bow their heads under the eaves, anyway, Hong Tao doesn't plan to make a fortune by selling meat, just take it, and if you take it, you can't make any more trouble. As a result, he thought wrongly, the trouble had just begun, and before he could reach the garrison camp, he was stopped again in the homeless settlement.

This time it wasn't the soldiers, but the same outcasts as him, or the ruling class among the outcasts. These seven or eight men monopolized the labor market in Kuitun, taking all kinds of temporary jobs from the garrison and selling them to displaced people who needed work.

If you don't have money to buy it, you don't have to worry about it, you go to work first, and when you pay your salary, the redeemer's logistics officer will give them food as a one-time payment according to the workload and number of people, and then they will go down according to the person's hair.

At this time, you can repay the arrears, just like those in the old world who use their positions, connections, and capital to issue contracts and peel off layers of skins, and obtain extra profits by squeezing the homeless.

If it's too expensive, you don't have to buy it, so don't think about finding a job. Logistics officials will not ask the homeless workers how much they are paid one by one, nor will they be too lazy to manage, and they will not deal with individual homeless people at all.

The most important thing is that the logistics officer is also the contractor, and he first peels off a layer of skin before he will give the work package with oil and water to the people who have more control ability among the displaced people, and then subcontract it downward. In fact, they are in a group, who do you reason with?

These people relied on the redeemer officials on the one hand, and on the other hand, they used their work to control a lot of displaced people, what was this called in the old world? That's right, what is the name of a gang with the nature of Hey Astringent Club at this time?

There's no score, it's called everything. There are two groups of people here in Kuitun, one who controls the handling of the freight terminal and the other who controls the temporary workers of the refinery. The former is called Boss Gao, but he is not actually a person, but a group of people, and the leader's surname is Gao. The latter's name is Kurbanjan, and his subordinates are all ethnic minorities.

These people may have been flexible and bold outcasts at the beginning, and they got together in order to make more food in a group. But he was not satisfied with just drinking the blood of the temporary workers, and he faintly became the overlord in the homeless settlement, and he had to bully the market and make a fortune.

The displaced people do not all rely on temporary workers to make a living, mainly because there are fewer wolves and more wolves, and there are not so many jobs. Many homeless people formed groups and went out in groups to search for objects from the old world outside the areas occupied by humans. If you find the base of the redeemer, you can get it back for food, medicine, weapons and ammunition, and you are called a gold digger.

But in reality, the gold diggers also had to be skinned, specifically through Gao Boss and Kurbanjiang, but the interests behind it may not only involve the logistics officials of the redeemers, but also the local garrison and the ascetic monks who oversee law enforcement.

Anyway, the items that the gold diggers exchanged, in addition to bartering with each other, if they want to sell to the base, they can only sell to the shops opened by Gao Boss and Kurbanjiang. Items purchased by the Penance for a long time and items added temporarily will be given a price and posted at the door of the base acquisition point.

But very few people can go to the buying point to sell their goods, and they are stopped as soon as they pass by the homeless settlement, and you have to be asked to sell at a lower price. Sell it or not, if you sell it, you just suffer a loss. If you don't sell it, no one will be able to guarantee your personal safety if you dare to leave the sentinel's sight.

In fact, the sentinels are not a good thing, and many of them have also been bought by these two groups, and they have not seen them being beaten and robbed in front of them. In this environment, the vast majority of displaced people have chosen to give in.

Hong Tao was intercepted by Boss Gao's people, and as soon as he said a few words, he knew what was going on, and then he also gave in, and obediently sold the meat at the price they gave.

What is it called? The ancients gave several nice adjectives, such as those who know the times as Junjie, and for example, heroes do not suffer losses in front of them, and there are green mountains without worrying about no firewood. Anyway, it sounds quite philosophical, so more and more people dare to resist, and the exploitation is getting more and more powerful.

When you don't want to know the current affairs, you can't afford to eat the loss in front of you, you can't keep Qingshan, and you want to resist, only to find that you are surrounded by philosophers who can endure very well, and whoever resists becomes an outlier, not only will you be hit by the enemy, but you will also be laughed at by the philosophers who are also victims.

Hong Tao is not a philosopher, and he is very cautious, and he doesn't even understand the great truth that it is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years. We suffered a loss during the day, Cheng, there are many of you, and there are sentries with guns, we can't beat them. It doesn't matter, it's going to be dark sooner or later, and I have a weapon too!

With the shopping vouchers exchanged for mutton, he left through the sentry on the main road, but did not go far, returned to the place where the weapon was hidden, ate something, and put on his cloak and stared for a few hours. As soon as it got dark, the heavily armed Hong Tao touched it back.

It must be difficult to infiltrate the military base without anyone knowing, but it is not too easy to enter the ruins of the city inhabited by displaced people. The sentry and the bunker were on the main road, and with the night vision device, he would not even alarm a weasel, so he touched the shop of the tall boss according to the point he had stepped on during the day.