Shen Rusong's memory came to an end when he boarded the evacuation helicopter, and the search for his memory by Xin Twenty-four and others also came to an end temporarily. This was not only because Shen Rusong's memory could no longer provide more content, but also because the shamans were unable to provide more content. for support reasons.
Seeing that the shamans were almost exhausted and had to sit cross-legged on the ground with their eyes closed to rest, Xin Twenty-four couldn't help but look sad. He turned to Yevlina, who still had some strength to spare, and said: "The power of the dragon is Is there such pressure to reproduce the scenes in other people's minds? I really don't know what kind of prehistoric era this world was like before the dragon fell asleep."
Yevlina was sure that Shen Rusong, who was in a deep coma, was fine. Then she blinked her red eyes and answered in awe: "How right it is for the tribe to worship the binder! Only she can lead the tribe to cross Hui." Jiang, return to the homeland of Shenlong!"
Xin Twenty-four frowned inadvertently when he heard this. After all, he was from Longshan and had served in the Renaissance Army. He asked himself that he was not working for the gray savages, but for the "bounder", because in his opinion, a Perhaps human beings with the power of gods are better able to lead mankind in this difficult era, instead of working hard for the increasingly decaying alliance high-level people. In the end, even their families will be in danger if they die in the battle. 33
Although he did not directly see Shen Rusong's memory in his mind, as a soldier who had taken "Cinnabar" and heard about the despicable appearance of the "Soil Sweeping Project" from the people who bound him, he had a clear understanding of Shen Rusong's life experience. . This tenacious corporal comes from a single-parent family. His father died gloriously, but he can only go to an ordinary non-commissioned officer school and continue to be a corporal with a high probability of not being discharged from the army. Even after ten years of service, When he returned to the underground city in his thirties with injuries, he had no choice but to work as a maintenance worker or assembly line worker with a low salary. If he had gotten married earlier, he might have had children. If he had been a few years later, given the amount of radiation absorbed by the combat engineers traveling through the corrupt ruins, he would be lucky if he could live to the age of sixty without suffering so much. There would be no fertility left. ?
As for those "Golden Badge" disciples who controlled key positions in the Fuxing Army, Xin Twenty-four didn't want to bother thinking about them. Comparing the research on dragons done by the Bonders and this group of people, the Bonders can be regarded as moral models.
"The Binder has her plan, and all we have to do is do our best." Xin Twenty-four said. Then he briefly saluted the shamans and asked them to sort out the reappeared memory scenes, determine the habits of the evil dragon, and see if they could provide annotations for the interpretation of the scriptures and legends.
After sending Shen Rusong back to the cell in person, he glanced at Qi Qian, who seemed to be chattering immediately, but the latter immediately shut up and made a knowing look. Xin Twenty-four retreated to the prison mountain road, the cold mountain wind rippled the scars on his face, and there was even a trace of pain.
"There are more and more prisoners." Xin Twenty-four muttered silently. He looked down at the entrance to the valley, and a baggage team using elk as livestock was returning, fully loaded with ammunition supplies bearing the mark of the Renaissance Army. The tribal warriors were gearing up and preparing for the upcoming fight. According to the rules of the Heaven Tribe, the gains from the battle must be divided equally, regardless of strength. However, in order to take care of the traditional custom of bravery, each tribe will produce several warriors to strive for priority in selection.
But the right of choice does not include prisoners. Therefore, even if there were a few female Renaissance Army soldiers in the prisoner queue, no one would really dare to reach out to them. Because the Binder personally stipulates that anyone who harms the prisoners of the Renaissance Army will be retaliated in the form of harming the prisoners. Naturally, many people opposed this rule at first, but with the large amount of ordnance and supplies brought back from the prisoner exchange, this voice was quickly eliminated.
"People from the Jaegers." Xin Twenty-four's eyes were particularly sharp. He saw the Jaeger uniforms that were slightly different from the standard military uniforms. He did some sorting and found that nearly thirty people were captured this time, a complete squad of the Renaissance Army. After secret exchange, these captives can bring sufficient winter reserves to the tribe.
After staying in Paradise Valley for several years, Xin Ersi, who was well versed in the customs of the gray savages, knew that the winter in Tong'an Mountains was much tougher than that in Hui Jiangnan, and a single ration in winter was enough to cause a life-threatening conflict. The old and weak savages outside the valley starve to death in droves as soon as winter comes. A prisoner of the Renaissance Army could be exchanged for a ton of military cans, which, if eaten sparingly, could feed fifteen strong savage men through the winter.
Walking down the cave, all the savage guards along the way bowed to Xin Twenty-four and were not dissatisfied at all because of the old-style revival military uniform he was wearing.
Winding downwards, Xin Twenty-four continued to pass through the mountain wall prison armory. Inside were more than fifty craftsmen, many of whom were wearing old-style military uniforms.
"Boss, how are your progress today?" A defector with a military uniform with a gas mask-like armband said to Xin Twenty-four.
Xin Twenty-four casually picked off the cigarette from the man's ear, lit it on the fire and started smoking. The extremely pungent smell of smoke came out. The results will be available in a few days, but I say, Wang Shitou, your smoke is much more ruthless than Bainiao."
Wang Shitou took the cigarette back, smoked it in one breath, and said without changing his expression: "Smoking this cigarette will make the tumor in your stomach feel better."
The armbands are all gas masks, which naturally indicates that this person has served in the chemical defense force. Others have served for at least three years. The chemical defense force can be demobilized after one year of service. However, the price is extremely high. What good outcome can there be after dealing with nuclear waste all year round?
After hearing this, Xin Twenty-four didn't say much. He picked up the half-face gas mask on the table and examined it. Looking along the long tool table, he saw that the veterans of this group of craftsmen were all former Fuxing people who had been captured and transferred over one after another. Military veterans, they and their gray savage apprentices are hand-making airtight chemical protective suits. No rubber? Then use a unique mutated beast liner instead, which will be more airtight. No high-efficiency filter? You can use the processed Magic Eagle cheek pouch, which is more efficient than the standard version of the Renaissance Army.
The objects on the table basically come from wild harvests outside the valley, and only a few irreplaceable core components are assembled from parts exchanged for prisoners. The list of supplies was largely based on what Xin24 had listed. Having worked as a regiment confidential officer, he knew very well that military professionals would use the list to reversely deduce tribal movements, so he secretly obtained these parts in batches many times. It lasted five years.
"If you feel pain, take two pills. If you don't have enough, ask me." Xin Twenty-four encouraged, but the latter did not respond. He shook his head and said, "I am in an advanced stage of the disease. Taking too much is a waste. If you have this time, why not treat me Give a certain amount to my apprentice, he is still young, and if he touches these all day long, it will be harmful to his health."
After that, he pushed the savage boy who was following him silently over.
"Call you Uncle Xin."
The savage boy didn't yell and just kept his head down while doing the work in his hands. Wang Shitou patted him on the back of the head and said helplessly: "This kid doesn't like to talk since his sister ran away and was abandoned in Mercy Ridge."
Xin Twenty-four didn't answer. He understood that people who disappeared in places like Mercy Ridge basically didn't end well. The good ending is to die relatively happily, and the bad ending is to become an incubation nest for oil spiders.
After chatting with Wang Shitou for a while and confirming that the chemical protective suits needed for subsequent operations could be completed on time, Xin Twenty-four left. He did not go directly to the barracks built specifically for the defected prisoners, but to the valley market.
Like other valley buildings, the souk was located in the woods, primarily to protect it from possible aerial reconnaissance. When he walked outside the market, the guard called out "Mr.
The market was in good order and there were no fights. On the one hand, the patrols have sticks in their waists, and on the other hand, there are rules.
What I say is the rules. This was the first thing the Bonder said to all the tribal elders when he led the tribe into Paradise Valley.
In Paradise Valley, some people may dare to speak rudely or even openly insult the tribal shamans and elders, but no one dares to say an ambiguous word to the binder, and no one dares to blatantly violate the rules she has set. This is not only a livelihood issue, but also a brain issue. Of course, it doesn't mean that the heads are moved, but that the binder can move the memories in these people's heads.
Xin 24th Mami walked around the stalls. This was the fur goods area. It was almost November, and fur was an important item in the winter reserve. Farmers in the valley would usually buy another fur coat in addition to the fur coat they were issued if they had some money. A bearskin coat with better texture. In the same way, after the hunting tribesmen have paid their quota, they will ask someone to exchange the furs for what they need. Therefore, this is only a retail market, and the specialized bulk goods market is located in the safer semi-underground mountain wall.
Next to the leather goods area is the food area, which mainly sells helmeted rat meat jerky and razor blade flour. The former is a common meat animal and has been domesticated into a highly cost-effective breeding animal. Outside the valley, there are several helmeted rat farms converted from old ghoul nests. A helmeted rat can be produced in three months. Generally, Can produce fifty pounds of meat. The latter is the most planted cereal in the valley. It is similar to wheat, but has much stronger resistance to radiation, but also has more alienation. The sign is that the wheat stalks are much sharper, and the taste after grinding is much worse. But they are all struggling to make a living in Tonganling, and having enough food is the greatest happiness.
"Still the same?" asked the muscular bald savage behind the wine stall.
"Don't drink burning wine, try something lighter." Xin Twenty-four weighed a ten-liter wine barrel, which contained "burning wine". As the name suggests, drinking it is like burning it. It is prepared with human wolf blood. As far as he knew, the so-called wine masters in the Renaissance Army would be useless even if they had a pound of burning wine.
"Sure, I'll put it in your account."
Xin Twenty-four had some scattered gold particles in his pocket, but he was a regular customer, so he took a few sips from the bottle of ale. Don't drink too much because he still has to go home.
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