The next day, when the vehicle passed through the narrow gap and flew into the sky outside, the water tank specially prepared by the palace guard on the vehicle was once again filled with the spirit fish that Welling had caught overnight.

This Joertan Lingyu, when he met Welling and Shougong, he was regarded as a blood mold.

This vast wilderness has a high latitude.

It was early spring and February, but the sun was still moving slowly in the low sky in the south, dragging the dwarf plants on the wasteland with a long figure.

The snow had not completely melted, and the wasteland seemed deserted and lonely.

Occasionally, a few mutated Steppenwolves, spitting white water vapor from their mouths, let out a long howl as they looked up at vehicles they didn't recognize.

Through the portholes, several people scanned the terrain below.

Passing several mountain ranges, a large river winds its way through the mountains and winds its way to the northwest.

After a short time, they reached the approximate location given by Cyril and Dugao, and below this should be the tribe of the Hana.

If you don't know this location, you won't feel any difference between this area and other places when you look at it from above.

The same is full of mountain valleys and speckled snow, and even the vegetation does not show more differences.

"You see, on the east side of the canyon, there are traces of terraced fields, although in this season, it looks no different from the desert, but the traces of the land that has been rested a little are still relatively obvious."

Shounomiya gestured to everyone and lowered the height of the vehicle.

The vehicle skimmed through the valley, and below it was a raging but clear river.

Turning a ridge, I found that countless small windows had been carved out of the canyon one after another, and the rows were neatly scattered on both sides of the valley.

It seems that the Hana still live mostly in the mountains and underground, just like other races.

I just don't know whether these small windows are signs to distinguish family units, or whether they are uniformly used as ventilation facilities.

At the download of the river, there is also a steel suspension bridge paved with wooden planks that connects the two banks.

At one end of the rope bridge, there is a large open space on the river beach, and it can be seen that there are traces of artificial leveling.

This is supposed to be where the vehicle can dock.

Morinomiya landed the vehicle on the mooring ground and opened the hatch.

Immediately, the sound of the river flowing outside could be heard.

As soon as the five of them stepped out of the vehicle, they found that at the head of the rope bridge, there was a small stone hut.

The roof was covered with mud, and there was snow on the dirt, and from the air, it was impossible to tell that this was a hut.

Two tall, lanky guards came out of their shack-like huts, armed with guns, in the old-fashioned federal system.

The careful palace guards found that they didn't even open the insurance.

The guards were a little surprised by the presence of the carrier at the head of the tribal bridge at this time, and the five young men in uniform who came down also expressed basic friendliness:

"Hey, who are you and where are you from? Where are you going? ”

Good classic soul three questions.

Based on Cyril's cooperation and Du Gao's information, the Hana people were still willing to contact the outside world, and they would not easily clash with the races outside, and the five of them walked down with their bare hands without carrying weapons.

However, apart from the need to guard the palace, do the other four need firearms?

"Hey, friend, we're friends of Cyril, and we're here to meet your patriarch or elder."

Welling threw them a message, a smile on his face that seemed to be a good friend of his.

At the sound of Cyril's name, the two guards were visibly more relaxed, and a smile appeared on their faces.

These two guards are quite different from the Imperial in appearance, with thin faces, high eyebrows, black hair and black eyes, and large front teeth, typical of the local mountain race.

"Oh, friends of Cyril, welcome to the territory of the Hana, from Kela or Helbang?"

This question is a bit stupid, if you come from Herbon, you don't have to be a friend of Cyril, such a simple logic, unless Herbon also has a Cyril.

Li Lingyou's smart brain already felt that it was crushing these two guys in terms of IQ.

"Haha, we're from Kela and have big business to talk to your patriarch."

Welling's smile was kind and sincere.

"Okay, okay, this season, the patriarch and the elders have nothing to do, in the tribe, I'll take you there."

"Okay, thank you, keep the palace, bring a small gift."

Shougong turned around and dragged a large rucksack from the vehicle, and unzipped it to show the two guards:

"These are all snacks for the little ones."

All kinds of snacks from Bohu County are naturally colorful and appear very high-grade and novel.

The two guards were smiling.

What a friendly and generous Imperial guest.

"Second brother, you are guarding here, and I will take a few guests to the mountain."

One of the guards, carrying a gun on his back, diligently led the way and led the five men to the rope bridge.

Yang Xiaoyu wanted to help Shougong carry the backpack, but Shougong refused with a smile.

Li Lingyou naturally wouldn't tell Xiao Yang, if you knew that the heavy "Hyacinth" rapid-fire gun was like a toy in the hands of the palace guard, you would definitely be courteous in another way.

The weight of Welling and Shoumiya, as soon as they stepped on the rope bridge, the seemingly slight shaking disappeared.

The others didn't pay attention to this detail, but Xiao Yang did.

The quality of a sensitive and reliable mid-level warlock made him somewhat puzzled.

Even if Wei Ling and Shougong weigh more than ordinary people, it can only show that the divine metal is used more and the body strength is high, but it will not stabilize the shaking rope bridge.

In fact, this is Shougong subconsciously analyzed the weight and strength, instantly calculated the amplitude of the bridge deck, and used ingenuity in one step to offset the shaking of the bridge deck and stabilize the center of gravity of the rope bridge.

Yang Xiaoyu naturally couldn't guess this.

After crossing the rope bridge, we embarked on the road up the mountain.

Along the dirt road, the snow and ice are dappled and paved.

A large number of top ice flowers seem to have mutated to a certain extent, growing densely, swaying to passers-by with beautiful pointed lotus-like flowers, which is very cute.

Soon it entered a relatively narrow tunnel.

The inside of the arc tunnel is also dry and bright, and the luminaires that illuminate it are very bright.

Welling and Shougong didn't find it strange, there was such a big river guarding them, and there should be one of the most primitive hydropower stations.

What supported their judgment was that they heard the deep, flowing sound of water, which was very different from the sound of the water on the natural riverbed outside.

The power station still uses the traditional old technology of Daxia, which brings water into the culvert of the mountain in the upper reaches of the river, and the generator sets are located in the interior of the mountain, which has the least damage to nature and the strongest ability to resist disasters.

In the countless small dark holes, curious adults and children constantly jumped out, looking at the strange five people, and whispering.

It seems that they also rarely see people from the Eastern Empire, and this scene is full of joy.

Their clothes were old, but they were barely decent, and their complexions were not as poor as they had imagined.

Curious, Welling asked the guard who was leading the way:

"At the turn of spring and summer, do you grow corn and potatoes in the mountains outside?"

"Yes, it's quite cold outside this season, and there are no crops, so the vegetables are planted in the greenhouses with a few large spaces in the mountain."

Immediately, you will see several passages of tunnels filled with various vegetables grown in three dimensions, using drip irrigation and artificial simulation lighting techniques.

The five nodded slightly.

The vegetable planting technology of the Great Xia people is unparalleled in the world, and such a basic operation, before the Great Annihilation, countries and forces all over the world have generally learned and used this skill.

It's just that I didn't expect that there would be such a sample in the highland valley of Kela.

However, the scale and cultivation techniques of this kind are nothing compared to the bases outside Iasi.

Along the way, some dark holes were also found, and many traditional rapid-fire type defense devices were arranged, but with the negotiation of the guards, at the same time, the five people were not armed, except for the palace guard who carried a huge sheathed broadsword, which looked harmless to people and animals, and did not attract attention.

Finally, the guard, pulling out something that was both convenient and eye-catching, began to speak, presumably to report the situation and ask the patriarch or elder to come forward to receive the guests.

This surprised Welling and the others.

It was an old walkie-talkie.

With such a harsh electromagnetic environment on the home planet, it is indeed a bit strange to use such an ancient communication tool.

But what's really strange is that it's through voice shouting.

In this silent world, language is already a dispensable thing.

It seems that even in the tribe, the Hana people do not have an information support system that is sufficient to keep up with the times, and the communication of minds and bodies is only limited to a small area and close distance between people.

Eventually, the five of them reached a hall deep in the mountain.

In the bright lights, Welling saw the white-robed old men on the main seat, all wrapped in white turbans, and their long beards hanging down to their chests.

The five people stepped forward, bowed slightly and clenched their fists, and Welling threw out an information package to everyone:

"Honorable Hana chiefs and wise lords, we are representatives of the Western Sea Metal Trade of the Eastern Empire, and we have negotiated with Mr. Cyril, the nobleman's merchant in Kerala, and our expectations and purposes are beyond his authority, and we are here to visit."

In Welling's detection, several old people could be attributed to mid-level warlocks, because their spirit bodies were shining in the sea of the Source Spirit World, but they were far from being like Yang Qilan and Wuguwa, like their real bodies.

The old man's eyes were bright and sharp, and he exchanged glances with several other people in the seat, and got up with a smile, spread his hands down, and returned a salute:

"O guest from the far east, your land is vast, your empire is mighty, and your people are like a sea of people......

What can a small tribe like ours communicate with you? ”

"Hehe, your old question is exactly where we need to communicate on this trip."

Welling didn't let the other man's words interrupt his rhythm.

Shougong put down the huge backpack, placed it in front of everyone, and unzipped the backpack.

A covered woman carries a backpack, which is in line with the habit of the Hana people, and the status of women in this tribe is really not to be mentioned.

"These are all small gifts that are casually brought to the children of the aristocracy, not a tribute, please laugh."

It's not about the weight of the gift, it's the attitude that matters.

The reason why the Hana tribe has become a remnant tribe is more or less related to clinging to the old traditions and customs.

The etiquette of Welling and others is in line with their traditions, and it can be seen that they are respected.