The walk lasted for two hours, and there were no accidents except for two wandering zombies. But Hong Tao did not choose to leave quickly after killing the zombies, but asked Fang Wenlin and Zhu Ma Bayi to rest in place and pay attention to vigilance, and then left alone.

In less than twenty minutes, there was the sound of metal clashing in the distance, and a flash of light flickered around. Hong Tao actually pushed two bicycles back, and after putting them down, he turned his head and went back, and it was unlikely that he would push back another one.

The appearance of the three bikes was quite miserable, rusty and tattered, and it could no longer be described as a chain, there were no chains at all, the rubber on the tires was all cracked, and the seats were exposed with iron bars and springs underneath.

"There's a town over there, come, put your backpack on, and ride like I did!" But Hong Tao was very happy, first made a demonstration, tied the backpack to the rear frame, and then sat on a pile of iron bars and springs and slid forward on two legs.

"Hehehe...... It's really effortless...... Come on, Juma, follow him! At first, Fang Wenlin and Zhu Ma Bayi were a little puzzled, but after seeing Hong Tao successfully glide, they understood the benefits of doing so.

Although the bicycle cannot be ridden, as long as the axle is not rusty and the tile ring can be turned, you can carry heavy loads and slide with the power of pushing on the ground with both legs, which is easier and faster than walking with two legs alone.

“…… Damn, why not bite him! Zhu Ma Bayi's skills are much more vigorous than Fang Wenlin, but there is no joy on his face, and he is still secretly cursing in his heart.

In the middle of the night, she finally seized the opportunity to use the walkie-talkie to contact the ascetic society's radio station in Bagua City, and sent the approximate location in clear code, thinking that the adjudicator would be able to rush here before dawn to catch turtles in an urn. Unexpectedly, this damn shepherd set off early in the middle of the night and got three bicycles on a whim.

With the help of this thing, the speed of travel will inevitably be much faster, and it will also save physical strength. It would take seven hours to rush from Yining at the earliest, and by the time the adjudicator arrived, the daylily would be cold.

What made her even more confused was that the three bicycles must have been brought from nearby villages and towns, and the zombies that had just wandered also indicated that there were places with a relatively high concentration of people nearby, but this shepherd took a short time to come and go, as if he had not encountered zombies.

That's right, Jumabayi was not forced to death by the redeemer as she said herself, her sister Yunyun is still alive, and it is for her sister that she had to undergo Anna's secret training to become a swallow.

Their parents became monsters when the zombie disease broke out, and the sisters hid at home for more than two months on the support of their flock, and were finally rescued by Wacker. My sister was thirteen years old at the time, and she was only ten years old.

After several rounds, the sisters followed the survivor team led by Wakel and Sabine to Xinjiang Province and joined the Survivors League in Wushi, where they met the Grand Nun Anna. If Anna hadn't intervened at that time, she and her sister would probably have been ruined by Sabine.

The sisters then lived under the protection of the Grand Nun and began to undergo rigorous spy training. Since then, the sisters have not been able to see each other casually, even if they live in the same place.

Even after seeing each other, they could not recognize each other, according to the requirements of the Grand Nun, all of them had to wrap their heads in turbans, and they had to wear gloves, and they could never see people in their true colors except when they returned to the single dormitory.

Three years ago, the sisters saw each other for the last time in the Grand Nun's office and learned that the older sister was going on a secret mission. From that day on, I would only receive a letter from my sister every six months or so, and at the same time send another letter to my sister.

The letter can only write a few greetings, and it has to be examined by the Grand Nun. As for where my sister is, what kind of work she does, or when she will be able to come back, I don't know anything.

At the beginning of September, Grand Sister Anna suddenly summoned her, and at the same time arranged a top-secret mission, allowing her to use Fang Wenlin's family, whose identity had been exposed, to infiltrate the rebels and gain trust, and then find out the specific location of the rebels' high-level leaders in the shortest possible time.

I know that I have to do the task of nine deaths, and I have to fight to complete it and survive. The eldest nun promised that as long as this task was completed, she could let her sisters live, and she would not have to come back to be a nun who was played with by the higher-ups at will, and she could go wherever she wanted.

I still want to believe the words of the great nun, if it weren't for her care for so many years, I and my sister would have been played with at will by many Redeemer high-level people. When I think of Sabine's barrel-like body and the sound of pig-like breathing, I sometimes wake up from nightmares when I sleep.

But the flawlessly designed plan went awry, and the stupid herder suddenly emerged out of nowhere, and showed extraordinary abilities, not only evading the adjudicators several times, but also sending the two children to places he didn't know.

The most troublesome thing was that he destroyed the radio station he was carrying, and he could no longer get in touch with the Grand Nun. Without new instructions, he did not dare to flee or kill the herdsman.

The whole plan is controlled by the Grand Nun, who is just an executor, and the ghost knows whether the herdsman is part of the plan. If the plan fails for their own reasons, the sisters will end up with the same fate as the other nuns.

He has left several marks along the way, such as secretly dropping pieces of cloth stained with urine along the way at a convenient time under the pretense of internal urgency, using long hair to provide markers to trackers, and even taking the risk of using a high-powered walkie-talkie carried by Bijes to send general location information to the secret radio station of the ascetic society.

But all this still could not stop the pace of Biges, this herdsman who was not a herder at all seemed to have the aura of God on his body, and he could always get rid of the pursuers unexpectedly, and even casually filled a few plastic bags with gasoline and ribs to ignite the forest fire.

Seeing that he is about to enter the South Tianshan Mountain Range, he has fewer and fewer opportunities to contact the Great Nun, what should he do? Do you keep following or find a way to escape? Or simply kill this damn herdsman? This multiple-choice question is really too difficult.

"Bang dang...... Ah ......" As soon as his mind wandered, Juma Bayi didn't notice that the bicycle in front of him had stopped in time, and suddenly he had to pinch the brake, only to find that there was still a brake. In a panic, he subconsciously turned around, and suddenly saw the cliff a few meters away and the waves below, and couldn't help screaming in despair.

"Be careful...... Thousands of difficulties and dangers have been overcome, and it is unjust to be killed by a cliff dozens of meters high. Why are you still addicted to riding and don't feel pain in your butt? In a moment's time, a large hand grabbed his hat and a few strands of hair.

"Hiss......" Only then did Jumabayi feel pain, not only because his butt was hurt by the saddle without skin, but also because of the stinging pain from his scalp.

"Turks River...... It's not the same as what is marked on the map, it's too wide and too urgent! Hong Tao let go of his hand and helped the nun brush her hair, and then complained to Fang Wenlin behind him.

"This ...... Is there a bridge here? Fang Wenlin was quite focused, and when he found that the car in front of him was slowing down, he braked in advance with the sole of his shoe and stopped safely. But he didn't have the slightest useful advice for the river, and even if there were, the bridge would have been washed away long ago.

"I don't need a bridge to cross the river in my life, I rely on the waves...... Come on, get out of the car, rest, eat something, drink some water, and see how I get up by the way! ”

Seeing Fang Wenlin and Zhu Ma Bayi's puzzled expressions, Hong Tao was as proud as having eaten a big ice cream on a dog day. He likes to do things that he can't think of and can't do, even if it's meaningless. I opened my backpack, took out the box with the drone and a fishing wheel, squatted on the ground and began to assemble.

In less than ten minutes, the drone took off and flew across the river with a fishing line in tow. This technique is very easy, although there are snowflakes but the wind is not strong, with the help of a strong flashlight, it quickly flew across the river, circled most of the time over a large rock on the shore and flew back.

"You're going to cross the river with a rope?!" Without waiting for the drone to land, Jumabayi understood it, but his brows furrowed even tighter. If it goes on like this, what seems to be difficult will be solved again, but the pursuers behind are still far away.