Walking through the gap exposed by the bus, Andy officially entered the confines of Blackfoot Village.

Several Blackfoot warriors behind him were pushing the bus back into place, and Andy noticed that their feet were also completely blackened, a strange blackening that seemed to be the custom of the Blackfoot tribe.

The guard of the Blackfoot tribe who had spoken to Andy just now also walked in and walked up to Andy to show him the way.

"This is Blackfoot Village, if you want to do business, go to the northwest side, which is our trade area. It doesn't matter if you want to buy groceries or slaves, you don't want to run around anywhere else, otherwise you will bear the consequences. ”

With that, the man returned to a small room behind the fence, and Andy took a look, judging by its appearance, this small room should have been the security room of the resort.

Instead of paying attention to the native guards, Andy now has his eyes on the Blackfoot Village in front of him.

Blackfoot Village is divided into two parts by a road that runs through it, and the trade area that the guard had just guided was just north on the west side of the road, and now Andy could see several dilapidated brick and wood huts and a cattle pen when he looked directly to the west.

The huts are supposed to be remnants of the pre-war resort, and they look renovated but are still old and dilapidated, and it shouldn't be too comfortable to live in. The cattle pen is large, enclosed with a wooden fence, and there are probably dozens of two-headed cows inside. Most of the two-headed cows are there to feed with their heads down, and some are sleeping, and constant mooing sounds come from the pen.

Farming is also an important part of this tribe, and it is still uncommon to have so many two-headed cattle. As an economic animal that can be used as a means of transport and produce milk and beef, the two-headed cattle in the wasteland are a scarce resource, and it is impossible to have such a large herd without long-term and professional breeding.

Some of the men dressed in gray and white were busy in the area, and Andy saw that they were thinly dressed and didn't speak to each other, just working there, and a few Blackfoot tribe warriors with whips supervised their labor.

Andy speculates that these are probably slaves of the Blackfoot Tribe.

They diligently fed the two-headed cows and shoveled out the manure of the two-headed cows. In a wooden house on the side, the sound of chopping meat was constantly heard, and some cut beef was hanging at the door of the house, and the ground and walls were stained with blood that had accumulated over the years, obviously a slaughterhouse.

Through the window, you can see some two-headed cows tied up approaching the butcher who sharpens his knives, and the house is full of iron hooks with prepared beef hanging from them.

Just as Andy was discerning, a warrior from the Blackfoot Tribe noticed and came over to interrogate him.

"You're an outsider? What to see here? If you want to do business, you have to continue north, there are no merchants here. ”

The other wears an ornament made of feathers on his head, resembling a cockscomb, he is tall, with a hooked nose, his expression looks serious and gloomy, and he carries a thick black whip in his hand.

Andy quickly smiled and said that he had no bad intentions.

"I know, I know... It's just that I'm a little curious, what do you do here in your village? ”

The Blackfoot Warrior didn't hide or refuse, but simply told Andy that the western and southwestern parts of the village were the areas used by the village to produce supplies, and that there were cattle pens and slaughterhouses and flower gardens in the village, and that there was a large area of farmland further west where many crops were planted to ensure the village's food supply.

After finishing speaking, the other party waved his hand to signal Andy to leave here, but Andy had just taken two steps out when a terrible voice came from behind him.

"Smack!"

"What are you doing? Slack off? See what you're doing? You cunning slave! ”

Andy looked back and saw that the black-footed warrior who had been enthusiastically explaining to him just now was swinging his long whip and mercilessly lashing out at a slave dressed in thin gray and white clothes, knocking him to the ground in his screams.

After frowning for a moment, Andy decided to ignore it and continued walking towards the trade area.

As he walked, Andy saw more small, dilapidated brick and timber houses scattered on both sides of the road, almost all of the same size, and obviously the same as those from the pre-war resort. They are rudimentary, ancient, shabby.... It can only be said that it can be occupied, and there are some buckets under the eaves, and Andy guesses that they are supposed to be buckets for collecting rainwater when it rains.

Many ordinary tribesmen began to appear, both old and children, most of them didn't pay attention to Andy's passing, and a few curious children didn't talk to Andy.

Suddenly a luxurious residence appears in the same dilapidated house, which Andy speculates should be a former tourist reception center, and those small houses are the residences that tourists can rent.

The house was about three or four times the size of the cabins, with sturdy, pointed roofs, and strange native ornaments, such as objects of unknown meaning strung together with bones and ropes.

At the doorway stood five or six black-footed warriors armed with iron pipe guns, spears, and longbows, all with serious expressions.

When one of them noticed Andy poking his head, he immediately looked unhappy.

"Hey! That outsider, this is a place where only honorable people can live, stay away from here! ”

The fierce eyes of several guards focused on Andy, and he quickly showed a harmless smile and continued to move forward.

Treading on the dilapidated road under his feet, Andy had some thoughts.

"The population of this village is quite large."

Andy calculated for a moment, and roughly estimated that there were fifty or sixty people he saw when he walked here, and the whole village added up to about two hundred to three hundred people, and these guys were quite a huge force in the wasteland.

There was some commotion behind him, and when I looked back, the bus gate at the entrance of the village was pushed open again, and a large group of people walked in. They were greeted by a number of Blackfoot tribesmen passing by, and small children ran after those who returned.

The group had triumphant smiles on their faces, their knives and spears were even bloodstained, some were wounded and carried back, and at the end of the group, Andy saw the captives tied up with ropes.

The black-footed guard who had scolded Andy for leaving his guard was now in the big house when he saw the group of people coming back and immediately walked into the big house to report, and not long after, a very strong black-skinned man came out of the house, wearing a unique set of metal armor. The big man stood not far from the house, and the leader of the team back to the village came over and knelt in front of the big man, as if to say something, and the big man couldn't stop nodding with a smile on his face.

Although he couldn't hear what they were talking about from a distance, Andy thought that the group had just gone out to rob them.