The door of the Atomic Hummer is opened, and Andy Chord steps out of the car. Looking at the bombed natives, although their attacks were brutal and their behavior was savage, the indescribable courage was enough to make people awe-inspiring.

Andy thought, if there were more of these people and their equipment was better, what would it do to make waves in the wasteland?

He thought of the legionnaires he had killed in the pit on the outskirts of Dog City, and he thought of the completely destroyed NcR Fortress of Alashid, which is now an abandoned fortress.

The black smoke drifted into the air, and the terrible smell of barbecue spread everywhere, and although it was used in a very violent way, at least the path forward was now completely clear, and the native chief was dead.

Xian glanced at a corpse lying to the ground in the distance, which was blackened and twisted into twists.

"I'm not very fond of killing, but since I came here from the west, I haven't had a chance to stop, and the people here have become too primitive.... I have heard that before the fall of Fortress Alashid, the Followers of the Apocalypse who followed the NcR's eastward march to the region had been working to send emissaries to pass on knowledge to the Tribes, trying to educate them in this way, as they had done in the remote areas surrounding the NcR. ”

"But it turned out to be a mess..... "Andy stared at the few slaves who were lying on the ground not far away, not daring to get up, and suddenly remembered the hangman.

"Isn't that what they need? Is it something else? String turned to look at him suspiciously.

"What are you muttering?" Andy just shook his head, he didn't want to talk to the strings about those things, whatever was right and had nothing to do with their purpose now.

The most important thing to do now is to continue to advance as quickly as possible to the western part of the mountain, before the new plague finally spreads the world with corpses.

"Let's look at those people." Andy stepped forward, deliberately pretending not to hear the call for credit behind him.

When they walked up to a few slaves, they couldn't help but sigh at the state of these people. Several men, both men and women, were dressed in what was almost a garment, but a rag garment like a sack, which was clearly not the first thing they had worn on their bodies, but had been forcibly changed into after being caught by these native slave traders.

Their clothes and all their belongings had clearly been plundered, and that was not the end, and they would be squeezed out of their labor force until the end of their lives, unless they were given a chance to escape or were absorbed as new members of the tribe.

Some of them had whipped marks and bruises on their exposed skin, usually due to the slave's resistance to escape or simply the slave owner's act of amusement.

They didn't know why it had become the way it was, or what would happen to them next, so most of them stood still with confused faces, allowing the ropes to continue to restrict their freedom.

"Can anyone understand what I'm saying?" Andy asked, and only one person answered him, but the guy spoke the lingua franca very poorly, and could barely hear one word in a sentence.

"Okay.... Say no more. Andy pinched his brows and cut the ropes with a knife, and the wrist of a slave who had been tied up for a long time had festered, and the rope was almost torn off, and he screamed in pain.

"Let's go, let's go....." He waved his hand at the freed slaves, and several of them hesitated for a moment and immediately limped to their own things, and someone shouted something to Andy that he didn't understand, probably thanking him.... The two of them wanted to turn around and get out of here, who would have thought that the native who could speak some lingua franca suddenly ran over and stopped them, he even gestured with teeth as if he wanted to express something, but the words with a thick accent in his mouth were really not Andy's subordinates

People from the "civilized" area can understand it. So he became anxious, and kept making motions to signal the two to follow him.

"What does he want to do?" Xian looked at the native in front of him in surprise, he was not very old, it seemed that he had just come of age, and he may have gone out of his tribe to learn some lingua franca, but he did not learn it at home.

His dark skin was covered in dirt, and the slave traders were clearly not interested in bathing the slaves, but he was in a good state of mind, and these movements were very purposeful.

The two followed him forward for a while, and he pointed to a corner of the stone. Andy glanced over there, and after using V mode, he realized that there was actually a person squatting there.

He pulled out the python and shot it in the head of the man who was hiding, and the loud noise and rubble scared the man out of the air.

The young native was also startled, but then rushed over and dragged the man out of it.

In his rage, his fist rained down on the face of the native, who had been hiding. Seeing that the man was about to be beaten to death, he struggled to push away the young native and asked Andy for help.

"Wait! Save me! "The leather armor and the black smudges on this guy show that he is one of the members of the Beishan tribe who attacked Andy and the others just now, and he can actually speak a fairly clear lingua franca.

Andy stepped forward and pulled away the two natives who were scuffling together, motioning for the young man to stop attacking.

At this moment, he had beaten his enemy into a pig's head.

"I have something to ask him, you can go." Andy said this, and the young man seemed to understand, first crossed his arms and made a strange movement, and then rudely walked to the native of the Beishan tribe who couldn't stand up and snatched the leather bag behind his back.

After making sure there was some dry food and a kettle in it, he smiled, and finally kicked the man again, and then left.

It didn't matter what the young man was trying to express, the natives were always strange. He grabbed the man in front of him, who could understand and answer, and pressed one hand to the stone next to him.

"You understand, don't you? Then answer some questions, is there a river that continues west? The native had a blue nose and swollen face, and was moaning incessantly by Andy, and after a few intimidations, he began to speak obediently.

"Yes.... There is a river, we call it Beishan River, but other tribes have their own names for that river, and the most common generic name used by the tribes here is.... Great River, our people in this area call themselves Great River People.... The river continues to flow westward, and is said to flow as far as a place called the Great Salt Lake. Andy suddenly thought of the hometown story that Kurisu had told him earlier.

"How far is that river from here? What are you doing here? Who are you? The native was almost out of breath by the dark energy in Andy's hands.

"And.... It's two days away before you can see it, but you're driving that thing, it's called... Cart? .... This is a supply point for us, and we were going to sell these slaves to Blackfoot, but they said they wouldn't take slaves now. The chief said that there was a group of people in a place full of wild dogs to the east who were willing to take slaves, and we wanted to send them there to be sold.... We belong to the Beishan tribe. Andy loosened him to the ground, the native wasn't very muscular, and his will didn't seem to be as tough as the guys before him.

"Where did you all take slaves?" The native was so dizzy that he couldn't stand up, and the beating just now was unbearable for him.

"Where.... It's everywhere, and we'll hunt down lone strangers around the tribe and send them to Blackfoot to trade. Andy looked disdainful, he hated these slave traders the most.

"It's really damnable, don't you know what will happen to those people? Aren't you afraid that one day you too will be caught and turned into a slave? Don't you natives have anything else to do but plunder and capture slaves? The native trembled at Andy's shout, and he had seen how Andy's terrible spear had smashed one of his companions with a single shot, and he was terrified that the other would kill himself like that in a fit of rage.

He raised his hands and swayed from side to side, the expression on his face showing that he was not possessed.

"Wait... We can't be blamed for this, we... We, the people of the Great River, have always lived like this, and now it is much better than before.... In the past, when the curly-haired tribe was still there, they did more than it was more terrifying, no matter what, we didn't go as crazy as them, don't shoot....."