In the early morning, brick kilns by the river.
Vanus stared blankly at the boxy wooden box in his hand, with a dazed expression.
He really didn't figure out how to use this thing, he lowered his head cautiously, and humbly asked the foreman beside him for advice.
"This... how to use it?"
Ergon is a good person, and he didn't dislike the clumsiness of his subordinates, so he explained to him patiently.
"This is a mold for laying bricks. Put the mud in it, press it tightly, and buckle it upside down on the wooden strips. After it dries a little, you can take out the mold. But it's too cold recently, no matter whether it's the mud by the river The mud under our feet is frozen as hard as a rock, we have to warm up the mud in the cave... You go and throw the mold here first, and go outside to get some firewood."
Vanus nodded numbly, put down the mold, and walked to the nearby forest.
Looking at the camp behind him, he thought about running away, but the thought only occurred for a moment before he gave up.
Escape? Where can I escape here?
To the south and east are frozen steel jungles, to the west is a lake, and to the north is a frozen wasteland.
Without a gun, without food, and without fuel, walking in the wilderness, he is fat in the eyes of alien species and even predators. A thin piece of clothing cannot give him any sense of security at all.
The true savages, who would not have given him a chance to pay his ransom, would have gladly but beheaded him, and fashioned his skin into a chair mat or a rug, and presented to their savage brethren--Look, This is the human skin of the commander of the legion, I defeated them!
Vanus felt that instead of this method of death, it would be better to be shot or hanged and then buried, at least to save dignity.
The north wind was blowing, and there was intermittent heavy snow in the sky, and snow fell from the pine trees from time to time.
After finally picking up enough firewood, Vanus walked back to the brick factory with a bundle of dry firewood in his arms, and saw that the originally deserted open space was bustling with activity.
Ergon commanded the workers to push the mud into the nearby cave dwelling. He glanced at him and didn't ask him why he had been delayed for so long, but only urged him to send the firewood in quickly.
Vanus didn't dare to neglect, and immediately ran into the cave with firewood in his arms.
The temperature in the cave was very high, like summer, he was shivering from the cold just now, but now he was sweating from the heat.
No wonder everyone works so diligently, it turns out that it is much more comfortable here than outside!
Vanus noticed that inside the cave was a brick furnace, and a tall chimney connected the floor to the ceiling and extended from the roof of the cave.
Workers burn charcoal at the bottom of the chimney, and the smoke is discharged from the chimney. The carbon produced is sent to burn bricks, and the waste heat is used to soften the frozen soil by the river.
This idea is absolutely insane.
Did they come up with it themselves?
Vanus was surprised. Although he was educated in a military academy, he had never worked as an inferior person.
Here, too, he can only be ordered around. Basically, he would do what others asked him to do, and he would help around like a helper, without seeming too in the way.
Been busy all day.
A group of people worked together to stack out ten stacks of bricks in the cave, put them on an iron frame with wheels, and send them to the adjacent cave along the flat road paved with bricks.
The charcoal fire is lit. The kiln door was sealed.
Only then did Vanus realize that not only was he sweating all over, but his whole body was covered in mud, and his whole body turned into a lump of briquettes.
Ergon stared at him blankly for a while, then patted his shoulder with a hearty laugh.
"It's the first time it's like this. Let's take a bath in a while."
"Where is the shower...?"
"There is a smaller public bathroom here. We usually don't bother to go to the outpost one kilometer away, so we settle it here. But we have to collect firewood ourselves, and the carbon is used to burn bricks."
Hearing that there was hot water, Vanus breathed a sigh of relief.
In this damn weather, the river is about to freeze.
Taking a cold shower is torture!
...
Late at night.
Vanus, who had changed into fur clothes after taking a bath, was sitting in the shed with a brazier on. Foreman Ergon came over and handed him a wooden box.
The shape of the wooden box is very similar to the brick mold, but it is not dipped in mud. Inside is a piece of hot baked croissant and a jerky with a long middle finger and a thick thumb.
"The hot water is boiled in the stove. If you need it, you can get it yourself." Sitting next to him, Ergon grinned and said, "How does it feel to go to work on the first day? Are you still used to it?"
Vanus smiled wryly in his heart, how dare he complain.
Working here, at least there is a fire, and after the cave is closed, it will be more leisurely, and it is much more comfortable than his subordinates digging ditches in the north.
"It feels good... how long have you lived here?"
Ergon said.
"It's been more than a month, what's the matter?"
Vanus: "You look familiar here, I thought you had been here for a long time."
Ergon said with a smile: "It's not familiar, but it really feels like home to us."
Vanus: "Home?"
Ergon: "That's right, we were all dying people, and almost died in the predator's dungeon. Later, the wise and mighty Manager planted the flag on the predator's lair ... Those of us who were rescued had nowhere to go, so we simply stayed."
In fact, compared with those rescued whose families were ruined, he still had a place to go. He walked four or five kilometers south from Wetland Park to Beit Street, where his relatives were all there.
But where is the comfort here at home?
Not only a warm house, but also firewood for heating, three meals a day, and money to spend... To be honest, before coming here, it was the first time he heard that there was such a thing as dinner in this world.
There was no dinner in Beit Street, and even oil lamps were rare items. When it got dark, only the old Leech's castle was still lit, and everyone went to bed early to rest. At most, in the evening, make a pot of green wheat paste, dry it into green wheat cakes, and keep it as dry food for the next day.
Before the old leech family was driven away by Manager's justice guns, Ergon asked for leave to go back and take a look at the house, but after staying for two days, he ran back here again. Not only did he have no intention of going back, he even wanted to bring his family over.
Life here is like heaven.
Ergon talked for a long time, his mouth was dry, and he realized that he had been talking all the time, so he looked at Vanus curiously.
"Speaking of you? You were also rescued by the Manager?"
"Um……"
Considering the reputation of the Legion outside, Vanus didn't dare to say that he was a member of the Legion, so he nodded vaguely.
Ergon's eyes lit up, but he didn't doubt it, and then he continued to talk to him about how good the life here is. Under the natural rule of the Manager, they not only have enough food and clothing, but also stay away from predators and Alien harassment.
Listening to the foreman's words, Vanus fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
People here also seem to live under order.
However, it is completely different from the territory under the rule of the legion.
He has no doubt in his heart that the order of the legion is supreme. Only the strong are worthy of talking about civilization. Only the strong can live in this barbaric world that abides by the law of the jungle. The weak are born slaves, and their inferior genes and personalities are not worthy of it. Straight back alive. And as a member of this powerful group, with RDX flowing in his veins, he deserves to have the most luxurious material enjoyment, whether it is a luxurious mansion, gold, fine wine or beauties...
But Vanus also had to admit in his heart that maybe these weak and servants with impure blood and polluted genes would indeed live more comfortably here.
Order gave them the greatest tolerance, allowing them to enjoy while building.
Brick burners eat meat?
It's just too crazy.
...
Around ten o'clock at night.
News came from Starwood Farm that a group of refugees wandered over from the north. Most of them are old and weak, women and children, and there are about a hundred of them. Like Iron Axe Wade and the others, they are all nomads wandering from the north, but the number is obviously much larger.
After hearing the news, Lucius immediately issued a mission, summoning two drivers who can drive trucks, and more than 30 young players who are still online, to Starwood Farm for support.
Because the Manager gave too much, many young players who had just returned from Starwood Farm followed along without taking off their equipment.
When passing by the northern part of Wetland Park, Lucius suddenly remembered that he seemed to have dropped a regiment commander at the brick factory, so he stopped by to take a look.
When he arrived at the brick kiln, except for Ergon, who was on duty at night, and another brick burner, everyone else had already fallen asleep.
On the other side of the shack, snores kept coming and going.
Lucius found Ergon, looked at him and asked.
"The person I handed over to you, how is his work today? Is he lazy? Or disobedient to discipline?"
Hearing that the Manager asked about the foreigner, Ergon replied respectfully without thinking too much.
"You mean the one from yesterday? He worked really hard, but he was a little clumsy and didn't feel very smart."
It seems that this man has two brushes, he can bend and stretch, no wonder he can be a commander.
This Vanus being so obedient saved him a lot of trouble.
"Well, I understand."
After learning about the situation here, Lucius turned around and went to the north gate of Wetland Park to meet the little players waiting there.
Two light trucks set off with more than 30 people on board.
While Lucius and his party were on the road, at the same time, outside the north gate of Starwood Farm, there was a mess.
Hundreds of refugees surrounded the door, not daring to approach, but they had no intention of retreating, negotiating with the Old Luka who was standing at the door.
Behind Old Luka is the guard with a wrench.
The fifteen guards were divided into two groups, standing in a row at the door and another row on the wall, holding guns tightly in their hands, ready to fight.
Standing next to the wrench, the young guard did not dare to relax his vigilance for a moment, staring at the group of refugees in front of him, and carefully controlled the white breath he exhaled.
"I said earlier... such a big smoke will definitely attract bad people."
Another guard standing beside him cursed in a low voice.
"Why do you think those people dare to approach? Aren't they afraid that we are predators?"
"Hehe, what do you think they are good at? Look at those people, they are obviously carrying shotguns on their backs! I bet, if we didn't have fifteen guns here and built such a high wall, I'm afraid we would have to fight today." A tough fight!"
The young guard muttered under his breath.
The comrades-in-arms next to him expressed their agreement one after another, without any doubt about this sentence, and they didn't even have the slightest difference of opinion.
Kindness is rarer than gold in the wasteland. Even the neighbors can't be completely relieved, let alone these refugees who live in no fixed place?
When encountering forces stronger than themselves, they are all little white sheep who can sing and dance well. When encountering survivor forces weaker than themselves, it is not surprising that all of them take off their sheep's clothing and become hungry wolves.
Similar cases are not news in the wasteland!
"The wind outside is really strong, and our children and pregnant women are about to freeze to death... Please, please, let us rest here for a while, and we will leave when the blizzard passes."
Standing in front of the refugee team was a burly man with an iron barreled rifle hanging on his back and a revolver pinned to his waist not far from his right hand.
Old Luka noticed that the corner of his clothes was stained with dried blood, but he was not sure whether it was the blood of a beast or a human.
Judging from the respect and awe in the eyes of the people around him when they looked at his back, this man is probably their patriarch or leader, and his prestige is not low.
It is really impossible to lead so many people on a long-distance trek on the wasteland without any ability.
"I can't decide this matter, I have to wait for my master to come." Although standing in front of this strong man was like a dead tree branch, there was no trace of timidity on Old Luka's face.
His master is a strong man who can defeat even the Bloody Hand clan, and he can even win the respect of companies as far away as the east coast.
Just a few refugees are not enough to scare him.
The man stared at him and continued.
"Where is he? Can I talk to him?"
"He's on his way here, and he'll be there soon." Old Luka raised his chin slightly, looked at him, and continued in a steady and forceful tone, "Before visiting someone's house, shouldn't you Tell me your name first. Who are you, who is behind you, where are you from, and where are you planning to go?"
The man stared at the old man intently for a long time, then glanced at the guards on the wall behind him, as if he was judging whether these people were easy to mess with.
Old Luka frowned.
"It seems that you don't seem to have the sincerity to communicate, then we have nothing to talk about."
"Sorry, I was rude," The man said quickly when he saw that Old Luka seemed to be about to leave, "My name is Lex, and most of us are from the central part of River Valley Province."
Luka: "What do you mean mostly?"
The man named Lex nodded and continued.
"We are not from the same survivor colony. At least half of the people here joined us halfway."
Luka: "It doesn't make sense. If it's really like what you said, you used to be a survivor settlement, so why did you leave there suddenly? And it's still winter."
"Because of the damn war, we don't want to, but we have to go," Lex said angrily, "You should have heard that the people of the legion have been fighting in the north for a whole year, and the sudden cold winter probably made them unable to hold on any longer, a large number of people fled to the south.”
Luka frowned.
"You met the Legion?"
Lex said angrily: "To be precise, we encountered the broken soldiers of the legion. Those people are no different from looters, they snatch everything they see! Damn, I even feel that looters can still negotiate anyway, but they are simply a group of outright scum! Beasts! Scum!"
This burly man poured out almost all the curse words in his stomach, detailing their atrocities in the north and central areas.
However, the old Luka's focus is not on these trivial matters, but what this person means...
Legion seem to be losing? Or at least almost lost.
After all, if there was organized looting, it would not be a broken army.
There was a look of surprise in Luka's eyes.
The Manager seems to have said before that the expeditionary force of the Northern Legion can send a full formation of 2,000 people to desert and intercept the Pioneer of the Enterprise. Get ready to get some benefits and leave.
If these people are telling the truth, then the Manager may have guessed correctly...
The surprise in Old Luka's eyes gradually turned into admiration.
And the man named Lex was still pouring out his bitterness, trying to persuade the old man in front of him to let them in.
At this time, the sound of an engine suddenly came from a distance.
There was a commotion among the refugees surrounding the wall, panic expressions appeared on their faces. Lex stepped back half a step vigilantly, and put his right hand on the pistol at his waist.
The wrench stared at him, his thumb had already pushed the safety of the arbitrator, and the guards next to him slightly raised their guns.
Seeing the atmosphere turn down sharply, Old Luka was pleasantly surprised, and quickly raised his hand to signal everyone to calm down.
"Don't be impulsive! It's the manager!"
Master Manager?
Lex was stunned.
At this time, the two headlights in front of the truck suddenly turned on.
Lex looked in the direction of the light, narrowed his eyes unconsciously, and saw a tall figure standing beside the lighted truck.
That man should be the Manager in their mouth. Or to put it another way, he is the lord here.
He wears an exoskeleton, and what makes people unable to ignore it is not the rifle on his back, nor the warhammer standing beside him.
It was the soldiers behind him who were staring at him, and the rifles in their hands.
Facing the dazzling light, Lex felt a chill in his heart.
At the same time, the cadenced voice passed through the snow curtain and came from afar.
"Put down your weapons and accept our arrangement."
"Or--"
"Go back where did you come from."
.......
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In the early morning, brick kilns by the river.
Vanus stared blankly at the boxy wooden box in his hand, with a dazed expression.
He really didn't figure out how to use this thing, he lowered his head cautiously, and humbly asked the foreman beside him for advice.
"This... how to use it?"
Ergon is a good person, and he didn't dislike the clumsiness of his subordinates, so he explained to him patiently.
"This is a mold for laying bricks. Put the mud in it, press it tightly, and buckle it upside down on the wooden strips. After it dries a little, you can take out the mold. But it's too cold recently, no matter whether it's the mud by the river The mud under our feet is frozen as hard as a rock, we have to warm up the mud in the cave... You go and throw the mold here first, and go outside to get some firewood."
Vanus nodded numbly, put down the mold, and walked to the nearby forest.
Looking at the camp behind him, he thought about running away, but the thought only occurred for a moment before he gave up.
Escape? Where can I escape here?
To the south and east are frozen steel jungles, to the west is a lake, and to the north is a frozen wasteland.
Without a gun, without food, and without fuel, walking in the wilderness, he is fat in the eyes of alien species and even predators. A thin piece of clothing cannot give him any sense of security at all.
The true savages, who would not have given him a chance to pay his ransom, would have gladly but beheaded him, and fashioned his skin into a chair mat or a rug, and presented to their savage brethren--Look, This is the human skin of the commander of the legion, I defeated them!
Vanus felt that instead of this method of death, it would be better to be shot or hanged and then buried, at least to save dignity.
The north wind was blowing, and there was intermittent heavy snow in the sky, and snow fell from the pine trees from time to time.
After finally picking up enough firewood, Vanus walked back to the brick factory with a bundle of dry firewood in his arms, and saw that the originally deserted open space was bustling with activity.
Ergon commanded the workers to push the mud into the nearby cave dwelling. He glanced at him and didn't ask him why he had been delayed for so long, but only urged him to send the firewood in quickly.
Vanus didn't dare to neglect, and immediately ran into the cave with firewood in his arms.
The temperature in the cave was very high, like summer, he was shivering from the cold just now, but now he was sweating from the heat.
No wonder everyone works so diligently, it turns out that it is much more comfortable here than outside!
Vanus noticed that inside the cave was a brick furnace, and a tall chimney connected the floor to the ceiling and extended from the roof of the cave.
Workers burn charcoal at the bottom of the chimney, and the smoke is discharged from the chimney. The carbon produced is sent to burn bricks, and the waste heat is used to soften the frozen soil by the river.
This idea is absolutely insane.
Did they come up with it themselves?
Vanus was surprised. Although he was educated in a military academy, he had never worked as an inferior person.
Here, too, he can only be ordered around. Basically, he would do what others asked him to do, and he would help around like a helper, without seeming too in the way.
Been busy all day.
A group of people worked together to stack out ten stacks of bricks in the cave, put them on an iron frame with wheels, and send them to the adjacent cave along the flat road paved with bricks.
The charcoal fire is lit. The kiln door was sealed.
Only then did Vanus realize that not only was he sweating all over, but his whole body was covered in mud, and his whole body turned into a lump of briquettes.
Ergon stared at him blankly for a while, then patted his shoulder with a hearty laugh.
"It's the first time it's like this. Let's take a bath in a while."
"Where is the shower...?"
"There is a smaller public bathroom here. We usually don't bother to go to the outpost one kilometer away, so we settle it here. But we have to collect firewood ourselves, and the carbon is used to burn bricks."
Hearing that there was hot water, Vanus breathed a sigh of relief.
In this damn weather, the river is about to freeze.
Taking a cold shower is torture!
...
Late at night.
Vanus, who had changed into fur clothes after taking a bath, was sitting in the shed with a brazier on. Foreman Ergon came over and handed him a wooden box.
The shape of the wooden box is very similar to the brick mold, but it is not dipped in mud. Inside is a piece of hot baked croissant and a jerky with a long middle finger and a thick thumb.
"The hot water is boiled in the stove. If you need it, you can get it yourself." Sitting next to him, Ergon grinned and said, "How does it feel to go to work on the first day? Are you still used to it?"
Vanus smiled wryly in his heart, how dare he complain.
Working here, at least there is a fire, and after the cave is closed, it will be more leisurely, and it is much more comfortable than his subordinates digging ditches in the north.
"It feels good... how long have you lived here?"
Ergon said.
"It's been more than a month, what's the matter?"
Vanus: "You look familiar here, I thought you had been here for a long time."
Ergon said with a smile: "It's not familiar, but it really feels like home to us."
Vanus: "Home?"
Ergon: "That's right, we were all dying people, and almost died in the predator's dungeon. Later, the wise and mighty Manager planted the flag on the predator's lair ... Those of us who were rescued had nowhere to go, so we simply stayed."
In fact, compared with those rescued whose families were ruined, he still had a place to go. He walked four or five kilometers south from Wetland Park to Beit Street, where his relatives were all there.
But where is the comfort here at home?
Not only a warm house, but also firewood for heating, three meals a day, and money to spend... To be honest, before coming here, it was the first time he heard that there was such a thing as dinner in this world.
There was no dinner in Beit Street, and even oil lamps were rare items. When it got dark, only the old Leech's castle was still lit, and everyone went to bed early to rest. At most, in the evening, make a pot of green wheat paste, dry it into green wheat cakes, and keep it as dry food for the next day.
Before the old leech family was driven away by Manager's justice guns, Ergon asked for leave to go back and take a look at the house, but after staying for two days, he ran back here again. Not only did he have no intention of going back, he even wanted to bring his family over.
Life here is like heaven.
Ergon talked for a long time, his mouth was dry, and he realized that he had been talking all the time, so he looked at Vanus curiously.
"Speaking of you? You were also rescued by the Manager?"
"Um……"
Considering the reputation of the Legion outside, Vanus didn't dare to say that he was a member of the Legion, so he nodded vaguely.
Ergon's eyes lit up, but he didn't doubt it, and then he continued to talk to him about how good the life here is. Under the natural rule of the Manager, they not only have enough food and clothing, but also stay away from predators and Alien harassment.
Listening to the foreman's words, Vanus fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking.
People here also seem to live under order.
However, it is completely different from the territory under the rule of the legion.
He has no doubt in his heart that the order of the legion is supreme. Only the strong are worthy of talking about civilization. Only the strong can live in this barbaric world that abides by the law of the jungle. The weak are born slaves, and their inferior genes and personalities are not worthy of it. Straight back alive. And as a member of this powerful group, with RDX flowing in his veins, he deserves to have the most luxurious material enjoyment, whether it is a luxurious mansion, gold, fine wine or beauties...
But Vanus also had to admit in his heart that maybe these weak and servants with impure blood and polluted genes would indeed live more comfortably here.
Order gave them the greatest tolerance, allowing them to enjoy while building.
Brick burners eat meat?
It's just too crazy.
...
Around ten o'clock at night.
News came from Starwood Farm that a group of refugees wandered over from the north. Most of them are old and weak, women and children, and there are about a hundred of them. Like Iron Axe Wade and the others, they are all nomads wandering from the north, but the number is obviously much larger.
After hearing the news, Lucius immediately issued a mission, summoning two drivers who can drive trucks, and more than 30 young players who are still online, to Starwood Farm for support.
Because the Manager gave too much, many young players who had just returned from Starwood Farm followed along without taking off their equipment.
When passing by the northern part of Wetland Park, Lucius suddenly remembered that he seemed to have dropped a regiment commander at the brick factory, so he stopped by to take a look.
When he arrived at the brick kiln, except for Ergon, who was on duty at night, and another brick burner, everyone else had already fallen asleep.
On the other side of the shack, snores kept coming and going.
Lucius found Ergon, looked at him and asked.
"The person I handed over to you, how is his work today? Is he lazy? Or disobedient to discipline?"
Hearing that the Manager asked about the foreigner, Ergon replied respectfully without thinking too much.
"You mean the one from yesterday? He worked really hard, but he was a little clumsy and didn't feel very smart."
It seems that this man has two brushes, he can bend and stretch, no wonder he can be a commander.
This Vanus being so obedient saved him a lot of trouble.
"Well, I understand."
After learning about the situation here, Lucius turned around and went to the north gate of Wetland Park to meet the little players waiting there.
Two light trucks set off with more than 30 people on board.
While Lucius and his party were on the road, at the same time, outside the north gate of Starwood Farm, there was a mess.
Hundreds of refugees surrounded the door, not daring to approach, but they had no intention of retreating, negotiating with the Old Luka who was standing at the door.
Behind Old Luka is the guard with a wrench.
The fifteen guards were divided into two groups, standing in a row at the door and another row on the wall, holding guns tightly in their hands, ready to fight.
Standing next to the wrench, the young guard did not dare to relax his vigilance for a moment, staring at the group of refugees in front of him, and carefully controlled the white breath he exhaled.
"I said earlier... such a big smoke will definitely attract bad people."
Another guard standing beside him cursed in a low voice.
"Why do you think those people dare to approach? Aren't they afraid that we are predators?"
"Hehe, what do you think they are good at? Look at those people, they are obviously carrying shotguns on their backs! I bet, if we didn't have fifteen guns here and built such a high wall, I'm afraid we would have to fight today." A tough fight!"
The young guard muttered under his breath.
The comrades-in-arms next to him expressed their agreement one after another, without any doubt about this sentence, and they didn't even have the slightest difference of opinion.
Kindness is rarer than gold in the wasteland. Even the neighbors can't be completely relieved, let alone these refugees who live in no fixed place?
When encountering forces stronger than themselves, they are all little white sheep who can sing and dance well. When encountering survivor forces weaker than themselves, it is not surprising that all of them take off their sheep's clothing and become hungry wolves.
Similar cases are not news in the wasteland!
"The wind outside is really strong, and our children and pregnant women are about to freeze to death... Please, please, let us rest here for a while, and we will leave when the blizzard passes."
Standing in front of the refugee team was a burly man with an iron barreled rifle hanging on his back and a revolver pinned to his waist not far from his right hand.
Old Luka noticed that the corner of his clothes was stained with dried blood, but he was not sure whether it was the blood of a beast or a human.
Judging from the respect and awe in the eyes of the people around him when they looked at his back, this man is probably their patriarch or leader, and his prestige is not low.
It is really impossible to lead so many people on a long-distance trek on the wasteland without any ability.
"I can't decide this matter, I have to wait for my master to come." Although standing in front of this strong man was like a dead tree branch, there was no trace of timidity on Old Luka's face.
His master is a strong man who can defeat even the Bloody Hand clan, and he can even win the respect of companies as far away as the east coast.
Just a few refugees are not enough to scare him.
The man stared at him and continued.
"Where is he? Can I talk to him?"
"He's on his way here, and he'll be there soon." Old Luka raised his chin slightly, looked at him, and continued in a steady and forceful tone, "Before visiting someone's house, shouldn't you Tell me your name first. Who are you, who is behind you, where are you from, and where are you planning to go?"
The man stared at the old man intently for a long time, then glanced at the guards on the wall behind him, as if he was judging whether these people were easy to mess with.
Old Luka frowned.
"It seems that you don't seem to have the sincerity to communicate, then we have nothing to talk about."
"Sorry, I was rude," The man said quickly when he saw that Old Luka seemed to be about to leave, "My name is Lex, and most of us are from the central part of River Valley Province."
Luka: "What do you mean mostly?"
The man named Lex nodded and continued.
"We are not from the same survivor colony. At least half of the people here joined us halfway."
Luka: "It doesn't make sense. If it's really like what you said, you used to be a survivor settlement, so why did you leave there suddenly? And it's still winter."
"Because of the damn war, we don't want to, but we have to go," Lex said angrily, "You should have heard that the people of the legion have been fighting in the north for a whole year, and the sudden cold winter probably made them unable to hold on any longer, a large number of people fled to the south.”
Luka frowned.
"You met the Legion?"
Lex said angrily: "To be precise, we encountered the broken soldiers of the legion. Those people are no different from looters, they snatch everything they see! Damn, I even feel that looters can still negotiate anyway, but they are simply a group of outright scum! Beasts! Scum!"
This burly man poured out almost all the curse words in his stomach, detailing their atrocities in the north and central areas.
However, the old Luka's focus is not on these trivial matters, but what this person means...
Legion seem to be losing? Or at least almost lost.
After all, if there was organized looting, it would not be a broken army.
There was a look of surprise in Luka's eyes.
The Manager seems to have said before that the expeditionary force of the Northern Legion can send a full formation of 2,000 people to desert and intercept the Pioneer of the Enterprise. Get ready to get some benefits and leave.
If these people are telling the truth, then the Manager may have guessed correctly...
The surprise in Old Luka's eyes gradually turned into admiration.
And the man named Lex was still pouring out his bitterness, trying to persuade the old man in front of him to let them in.
At this time, the sound of an engine suddenly came from a distance.
There was a commotion among the refugees surrounding the wall, panic expressions appeared on their faces. Lex stepped back half a step vigilantly, and put his right hand on the pistol at his waist.
The wrench stared at him, his thumb had already pushed the safety of the arbitrator, and the guards next to him slightly raised their guns.
Seeing the atmosphere turn down sharply, Old Luka was pleasantly surprised, and quickly raised his hand to signal everyone to calm down.
"Don't be impulsive! It's the manager!"
Master Manager?
Lex was stunned.
At this time, the two headlights in front of the truck suddenly turned on.
Lex looked in the direction of the light, narrowed his eyes unconsciously, and saw a tall figure standing beside the lighted truck.
That man should be the Manager in their mouth. Or to put it another way, he is the lord here.
He wears an exoskeleton, and what makes people unable to ignore it is not the rifle on his back, nor the warhammer standing beside him.
It was the soldiers behind him who were staring at him, and the rifles in their hands.
Facing the dazzling light, Lex felt a chill in his heart.
At the same time, the cadenced voice passed through the snow curtain and came from afar.
"Put down your weapons and accept our arrangement."
"Or--"
"Go back where did you come from."
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