The scene was a mess, and there were corpses of varying states everywhere.

Andy briefly searched the body, then forcibly beckoned the hangman to dispose of the body with him.

He was very reluctant.

"The filthy corpses of those natives will soon be swallowed up by this land, why should you waste your efforts?"

Andy got angry when he heard this.

"Do you remember what we came here for? You're here to talk to Blackfoot about business, aren't you? Now that you have given us to kill such a group of people, if the news is discovered by their companions and then spreads, with the attitude of the black-footed people towards their fellow villagers, the two of us don't want to talk about any business, just run away.... No matter how much you can kill, you can't resist the hundreds of people coming together, and you will be tired to death. ”

Finding a secluded dirt pit, Andy threw the bodies into it one by one.

Finally dealt with, took a breath, and looked at the hanger who had regained his composure, Andy had a lot of question marks in his mind.

"Don't get in the car yet, I have a question for you."

The hangman stopped, crouched on the ground and washed his bayonet and rattan rope with a puddle.

"I'll answer as appropriate."

Andy walked up to him and watched him clean his equipment, but he didn't clean it for a long time, and this man's mobility became the same as when he fought before.

"Why the hell did Justin let you come on this trip? Doesn't he know who you are? Isn't it better that you're here to make things go wrong and finish it off than to get things moving? ”

The hangman looked up and replied succinctly.

"You think everybody wants to go this way? Heading north and east from Crosstown, all that's left is a no-man's land infested with mutated beasts and a wilderness infested by natives. Especially our destination, Blackfoot, is no exaggeration to say that there is no more notorious tribe than their reputation. You said that you had already made contact with them, and who knows if what you said was true or false, after all, you didn't bring back a native as evidence. In this case, a person who is familiar with the environment and has no fear is undoubtedly a more suitable choice, and at least my chances of survival are better. ”

Andy was speechless and had to bypass the issue and not mention it.

"I thought that your hatred for the natives was only implemented at the verbal level, but today you opened my eyes, those natives may be a little incomprehensible, but it is not only for you to hate so much, right?"

The hangman smirked sarcastically.

"You've been in the wilderness for so short that you've only seen a few tribes? Have you ever seen the great vendetta of stupidity and brutality between the tribes? Have you seen their anti-intellectual primitive religious sacrifices? You.... Has it ever fallen into their hands? As a prisoner of war or a slave? I guess you don't have one, do you? ”

Andy exhaled, thinking back to the slaves who had been enslaved by Blackfoot and the captives who had been captured by their hunting party.

"But it's possible for them to be civilized, and frankly, I'm trying to get to a beginning, and barbarism always ends up becoming part of civilization, just sooner or later."

The hangman washed his weapon, slowly put it away, got up and walked towards the car.

"There are different methods of civilization, what do you think of the methods of NCR?"

The two of them get into the car, and this time Andy teaches the hangman how to put his seatbelt in, and he quickly grasps the necessity of this.

"I think NCR's methods are stupid."

Sitting in the car, the hangman commented.

"Their army wants to establish order with iron and blood, but it is always constrained by their own people, and they end up repeating itself. The self-proclaimed Followers of the Apocalypse wanted to find a different path from the NCR government, using the gratuitous dissemination of knowledge as a means of enlightenment, but in reality almost nothing came of it, and even increased the level of harm to some natives. ”

"So you think both of these routes are stupid?"

"If you want me to say that the stupidity of both lies in the issue of their core line, the power of the NCR is torn apart, and their will is also torn apart, on the one hand by speculators and politicians eager to expand, on the other hand by conservative vested interests and in a miserable situation of front-line cannon fodder, whose every action is tearing their bellies, and the more they act, the more blood is shed."

Andy nodded, shocked by the Hangman's opinion, he had thought that this guy was from a poor background, but he seemed to know a lot about NCR.

"So what do you think is wrong with the path of the Followers of the Apocalypse? They have indeed achieved goodness beyond the standards of the wasteland, acting on the premise of altruism and benefiting others. ”

"Their mistake is that they have given up their own initiative."

The hangman looked at Andy with a look of contempt for the subject of the discussion.

"Look, what did they do? Those precious knowledge are all wealth, but they are like poor worms who give gifts everywhere, sending people to those poor mountains and rivers to discuss with a group of dangerous uncivilized natives how to improve their living conditions and improve their spiritual realm, like a group of salesmen or beggars, when will they meet some collaborators they want to meet? How about having that luck and time to gamble? ”

The car started again, the surrounding scenery flew by, the environment began to gradually change, and Andy knew that it would be a while before he was almost at his destination.

"Were you a former NCR?"

Andy couldn't resist asking, as he felt that no one who had actually lived in NCR would have this opinion.

The hangman began to close his eyes again, and his voice became lower and lower.

"Sort of..."

"How did you get here? It was also the time of the NCR's eastward movement? ”

"It's not... Earlier than that, the arrangement of fate. ”

After a few vague words, he fell asleep again.

After two days of driving, a box-shaped canyon appeared in the distance, and a road winded up the central hillside, and at the end of the road was a thick fence, which was the outer wall of Blackfoot Village.

Andy looked at the place he hadn't seen for half a month, and felt a little emotional in his heart for a while.

"Hangman, since it's coming, I have to make a three-chapter agreement with you."

The other party was silently staring at the village in the distance at the moment, the feelings in his eyes were very complicated and trance-like, and he only let out a low hum when he heard it.

Andy was too busy discerning the route to notice the hangman's unusual behavior.

"First, although you are Justin's representative, this time it is mainly me, and you can't disagree with me."

"Second, don't cause trouble when you go in."

"Third, don't get out of my sight."

For a long time, there was no response.

"Did you hear that?"

The hangman looked at the village in the distance and was awakened by this voice.

"Ahh Probably. ”

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