For this kind of system similar to the elimination of the last position, Hong Tao can understand that in the era of material scarcity, human beings can do anything in order to survive better. This is conducive to ensuring the productivity and resource conservation of the group, after all, there is no need to provide for the elderly.

But he didn't understand the other system very well, and at the same time deeply regretted it. The only identity of the women of the redeemer in the base is that of ascetic nuns, and in addition to coming out collectively to spread the teachings and absorb more congregants, they will also do some lighter labor, such as working as servants for the higher-ups.

However, the main work of the nuns was not to preach or to work, but to use their bodies to provide spiritual and physical comfort to the male inhabitants. The specific details haven't been figured out yet, but the general meaning is understood.

These nuns will be divided into three classes, white, black and red. White clothes are the lowest grade, black clothes are mid-range, and red clothes are the highest. Logically, the number of nuns in white is also the largest, the number of nuns in black is in the middle, and the nuns in red are the least.

When they become pregnant, they are taken care of by the ascetics, and the children born are raised and educated by the ascetics. In other words, the children born in the base do not know who their parents are, only believe in gods and bishops.

The only benefit of this is to increase fertility and allow the population to multiply as quickly as possible. The mark is correct, but the means are too extreme, and they simply do not treat people as people, but as ants and bees.

In addition, Hong Tao also seriously doubted the original intention of the Redeemer's higher-ups to do so. And I am 100% sure that there are still dirty things hidden in the ascetic society that are not known to outsiders.

If it is just to increase the fertility rate, there is no need to classify nuns, the goal of this is self-evident, and the high-level must enjoy the young and beautiful red-clothed nuns, which is a bit of a regression to the slave era.

Moreover, they are also dressed in the cloak of religion, and use very shoddy and cruel means to brainwash them on the grounds of zombie disease. Those who raised objections were thrown out of the base and become exiles, or burned at the stake on blasphemous charges, as if they were in the Middle Ages of Europe, where witches were hunted for everywhere.

The so-called ascetic society is a freak similar to the Inquisition made up by the higher echelons of the Redeemer. In addition to the nuns, it also has a number of male ascetics, who are divided into two types: white and black.

According to the words of Iszawi while drinking, the ascetics had great powers, acting as religious police, secret agents and brocade guards, as well as tax collectors and judges.

Therefore, in the territory of the redeemer, it is not the most troublesome to provoke the soldier, if it is really justified and involves a big matter, you can still go to the ascetic to complain, and the odds of winning are not low. If you get into trouble with the ascetic society, then it will really be called heaven and earth.

These ascetics, who wield the power of life and death and the power of judgment, can call you blasphemous demons with just one word, and then set fire to the sky lantern tied to a telephone pole at the head of the bridge. Everyone has to spit on you, despise you, say you deserve it, and high-five each other.

For this kind of management, Hong Tao is resistant from the heart. He himself had used religious demagoguery, but for a completely different purpose. At that time, it was just to save the gradual education process and forcibly bring the people into modernization, and the methods were not so dirty and cruel.

"How can a person become so thorough!" As far as I can remember, the managers here have also been in contact with on the radio.

They are a trio, two Han Chinese and one Uyghur. It sounds quite reasonable, and there have been in-depth discussions on how to improve efficiency and how to develop more balanced. But I haven't seen them for a few years, and it's incredible that they have become like this in order to consolidate their power.

But for this status quo, Hong Tao can't do anything but be dissatisfied in his heart, and he can't even show it. Zhang Pinggui told him in private more than once not to talk casually here.

In order to prevent the infiltration of rebels, the ascetic society often disguises itself as homeless people and mingles in the settlement to inquire about the news.

However, not everyone is willing to give in, and it is said that there are a group of people active in southern Xinjiang, who call themselves rebels, and they are specifically against the redeemers.

In the ghettos, they are called rebels, and whoever catches one or exposes a real rebel will be rewarded by the ascetic society, and perhaps given full resident status.

Hong Tao had never met anyone from the rebels, but he knew who might be, such as Zhang Pinggui and Iszawi. However, he didn't want to expose it, but wanted to help and make the rebels as strong as possible.

It is not that they are expected to fight with the Redeemer, but that with a strong competitor, the Redeemer's methods of enslaving the common people may be mild, and perhaps there will be a change.

Thinking about it, the pack horse had already descended the mountain along the path it had often walked, and entered the plain to the south of the settlement. Another three or four kilometers is the last checkpoint. Hong Tao dismounted and sat on the side of the road, drank a sip of water, rolled up a cannon and smoked slowly.

"Your mother, you really treat Lao Tzu as a humanoid truck!" But the other hand reached behind the stone, picked up the loose dirt, touched it, and scolded.

Opposite the big rock was a small, collapsed pump house, where he and Iszawi had agreed to pick up the goods. The goods are there, but a bit big, about the same as a small cantaloupe.

In the past, I usually carried small volume goods such as tablets and batteries, and I could just put them in my arms. Such a big thing must not be put on the body, it is a bit troublesome.

Although the sentinels generally don't check themselves, there is still a chance to do it. And this time the package is heavy as soon as you start it, and if you pinch it hard, you will feel the shape inside, and the danger will be even greater.

What's heavy, hard, bulging, with a little bump on it? The only thing Hong Tao could think of was a grenade. I also carried that thing, and it was hidden on two fixed points on the mountain road along with a spear, night vision goggles, bulletproof vests, and spare ammunition, which was too familiar.

Iszawi's fox tail was finally revealed, and he actually let himself bring grenades into the settlement, was he ready to fight with the gangsters who collected protection money, and he couldn't believe it if he was killed!

What to do? Hong Tao thought about it, and first opened the package, revealing two lacquered and mottled grenades, which looked like they should be made in Russia. After checking the insurance, they were tied to the waistband of the sheepskin pants, and one side was tucked into the crotch.

"This time it's really a bomb superman, Iron Egg Prince!" The hand-sewn sheepskin pants of Kerim have good warmth and waterproof performance, but the crotch is fat and fat and similar to the Burmese crotch pants, plus the appearance is old and dirty, and there is nothing abnormal outside the two grenades stuffed in, which is really a smuggling weapon!

After getting on the horse, he walked less than a kilometer, and several running figures appeared in front of him, and there were screams. Hong Tao glanced at it casually, it was seven or eight children, and he didn't care.

These homeless children spend their days in the ghettos either stealing chickens and dogs or running around looking for food or something that can be exchanged for food, and they are very wild and very unapproachable.

"Catch him, catch him......" But the child who hit the head seemed to deliberately run to his side, so Hong Tao couldn't help but be alert. Who said that children can't hurt people, being hungry for a long time makes them no longer children in the ordinary sense, but a group of little hungry wolves.

"Ajia, run......" but a sharper shout made Hong Tao stop his horse. It's a little familiar, very similar to the children I met in the ruins of the town when I first came, and that's what the little girl shouted.

After a few seconds, I could see clearly that a little boy of seven or eight years old was running in front of him, as if he was holding something in his hand. The five boys chased after him, and at the end was the little girl who was running, shouting, and crying.

"Stop...... I don't care about you! That's right, it's the two of them, Hong Tao has always wanted to find these two children and ask them if they threw away the canned food box that night. It's a pity that the settlement area is too big, and I didn't encounter it after turning around a few times. It seems that fate has arrived, and I actually met here. No, let's do it once.

Two of the children chasing after were older, at least 10 years old. It is indeed fierce, and he still does not intend to give up when he sees his adult years, and he also picks up a stone from the ground.

However, they are also very able to stretch and contract, and after seeing the muzzle of the black hole in Hong Tao's hand, they didn't dare to say a word and turned around and ran. The little boy in front of him stood on the side of the road, holding his knees with his hands and panting, and could only speak for a long time.