The next day, when the vehicle passed through the narrow gap and flew into the sky outside, the specially prepared water tank on the vehicle was once again filled with the spiritual fish that Welling had caught overnight.
This Qoltan spirit fish was unlucky when it met Wei Ling and Gonggong.
This vast wilderness has a higher latitude.
It was early spring in February, but the sun was still moving slowly in the low sky in the south, dragging its shadow over the short plants in the wasteland.
The snow has not completely melted, and the wilderness looks deserted and lonely.
Occasionally, a few mutated Steppenwolves spewed white vapor from their mouths, looked up at the vehicles they didn't recognize passing by in the sky, and let out long howls.
Through the portholes, several people scanned the terrain below.
Beyond several mountains, a large river runs through the mountains and winds northwest.
Not long after, we arrived at the general location given by Cyril and Dugo. Below here should be the Hana tribe.
If you don't know this location, you won't feel that this area is any different from other places when you look at it from a high altitude.
There are still mountains and canyons and specks of snow, and even the vegetation does not show any more differences.
"Look, there are traces of terraces on the east side of the canyon. Although it looks no different from the desert in this season, the traces of slightly rested land are still more obvious."
The guard gave everyone a signal and lowered the height of the vehicle.
The vehicle passed through the river valley, and below was the turbulent but clear river water.
After turning around a ridge, we suddenly discovered that countless small windows were cut out layer upon layer in the canyon, neatly scattered in rows on both sides of the valley.
It seems that the Hana people are still like other races, most of them live in the mountains and underground.
I just don’t know whether these small windows are signs to distinguish family units, or whether they are used as ventilation facilities.
At the bottom of the river, there is a steel cable suspension bridge paved with wooden planks, connecting the two banks.
Just at one end of the rope bridge, there is a large open space on the river beach, and traces of artificial smoothing can be seen.
This should be the place where the vehicle can dock.
The gecko landed the vehicle on the parking lot and opened the hatch.
The sound of flowing water from the river was immediately heard outside.
As soon as the five people stepped out of the vehicle, they discovered that there was a small stone hut at the end of the rope bridge.
The roof is covered with dirt, and there is snow on the dirt. From the air, it is impossible to tell that this is a hut.
Two tall and thin guards walked out of the shack-like hut, holding firearms in their hands, which were of the older federal style.
The careful gecko discovered that they didn't even open the safety cover.
The guards were a little surprised by the vehicle that appeared on the way to the tribal bridge at this time. When they saw the five young men in uniforms who came down, they also expressed basic friendliness:
"Hey, who are you, where are you from? Where are you going?"
What a classic three questions for the soul.
Based on Cyril's cooperation and Du Gao's information, the Hana people were still willing to contact the outside world and would not easily conflict with outside races. The five of them walked down unarmed without any weapons.
However, apart from guarding the palace, do the other four people need firearms?
"Hey, friend, we are Cyril's friends. We are here to meet your clan leader or elder."
Welling threw the message to them, with a warm smile on his face, as if Cyril had been his good friend for a long time.
Upon hearing Cyril's name, the two guards became visibly more relaxed, with smiles on their faces.
These two guards were quite different from the Imperials in appearance. They had thin faces, high eyebrows, black hair and eyes, and large front teeth. They were typical of local mountain races.
"Oh, it's Cyril's friend. Welcome to the territory of the Hana people. Are you from Kara or Hel?"
This question is a bit stupid. If you come from Helbon, you may not necessarily be Cyril’s friend. It’s such a simple logic, unless there is also a Cyril in Helbon.
Li Lingyou's smart brain was already thinking that he could crush these two guys in terms of IQ.
"Haha, we came from Kara State and we have big business that we want to discuss with your clan leader."
Welling's smile was kind and sincere.
"Okay, okay, this season, the clan leader and elders have nothing to do. I will take you there inside the tribe."
"Okay, thank you, Shou Gong, bring a small gift."
Shou Gong turned around and dragged a large rucksack from the vehicle, unzipped it and showed it to the two guards:
"These are all snacks for children."
The various snacks from Bohu County are naturally colorful and appear to be very high-end and novel.
The two guards were all smiles.
What a friendly and generous Imperial guest.
"Second brother, you stay here while I take a few guests to the mountain."
One of the guards put a gun on his back and diligently led the five people onto the rope bridge.
Yang Xiaohe wanted to help Shou Gong carry his backpack, but Shou Gong refused with a smile.
Naturally, Li Lingyou would not tell Xiao Yang that if you knew that the heavy "Hyacinth" rapid-fire gun was like a toy in the hands of the garrison, you would definitely show your courtesy in another way.
As soon as the weight of Wei Ling and Shou Gong stepped onto the rope bridge, what seemed to be a slight sway disappeared.
Others did not pay attention to this detail, but Xiao Yang did.
The qualities of a sensitive and reliable mid-level warlock made him somewhat confused.
Even if Wei Ling and Gong Gong weigh more than ordinary people, it only means that they use more divine metals and their bodies are stronger, but it will not stabilize the swaying rope bridge.
In fact, the gecko subconsciously analyzed the weight and strength, instantly calculated the amplitude of the bridge deck, and used clever force in one step to offset the shaking of the bridge deck and stabilize the center of gravity of the cable bridge.
Yang Xiaohe naturally couldn't guess this.
After crossing the rope bridge, we took the road up the mountain.
The dirt roadside along the way is covered with ice and snow.
A large number of ice flowers seem to have mutated to a certain extent, growing densely and swaying beautiful pointed lotus-like flowers towards passers-by, which is really cute.
Soon we entered a relatively narrow tunnel.
The interior of the arc tunnel is dry and bright, and the lighting fixtures are very bright.
Wei Ling and Shou Gong didn't find it strange. With such a big river guarding them, there should be one of the most primitive hydropower stations.
What supported their judgment was that they heard the faint and deep sound of water flow, which was very different from the sound of water on the external natural river bed.
This power station still uses the traditional old technology of Daxia, which introduces water into the culvert in the mountain in the upper reaches of the river. The generator set is located inside the mountain, which has the least damage to nature and the strongest ability to resist disasters.
Among the countless small dark caves, curious adults and children kept jumping out, looking at the five strangers, and whispering.
It seems that they rarely see people from the Eastern Empire. This scene is full of joy.
Their clothes were older, but they were still decent, and their faces were not as poor as expected.
Welling curiously asked the guard leading the way:
"At the turn of spring and summer, do you plant corn, potatoes and other food in the mountains outside?"
"Yes, it's quite cold outside this season, and there are no crops left. Vegetables rely on the large artificial cultivation greenhouses in the mountain."
Immediately, I saw several sections of tunnels filled with various vegetables grown three-dimensionally, using drip irrigation and artificial simulated lighting technologies.
The five people nodded slightly.
The people of Daxia had unparalleled vegetable-growing techniques in the world. Before the Great Annihilation, countries and forces around the world had generally learned and used this basic operation.
I just didn't expect that there would be such samples in the plateau and canyons of Kerala.
However, this kind of scale and planting technology pales in comparison to the base outside Iasi County.
Along the way, we also found some dark caves with many traditional rapid-fire defensive devices. However, as the guards negotiated, none of the five people were armed except for the guard who carried a huge sheathed sword on his back. It was harmless to humans and animals, so no attention was paid to it.
Finally, the guard took out something that was both convenient and eye-catching, and began to speak. He should be reporting the situation and asking the clan leader or elder to come forward to receive the guests.
This surprised Wei Ling and others.
It was an old walkie-talkie.
It is indeed strange to use such an ancient communication tool when the electromagnetic environment of the home planet is so harsh.
But what’s really strange is the voice call.
In this silent world, language has become a dispensable thing.
It seems that even within the tribe, the Hana people do not have an information support system that can keep up with the times, and the communication of mind and body is only limited to a small range and close distance between people.
Finally, the five people arrived at a hall deep in the mountain.
Under the bright lights, Welling saw the old men in white robes on the main seat, all wrapped in white turbans, with long beards hanging down to their chests.
The five people stepped forward, bowed slightly and clasped their fists, and Wei Ling threw out an information package for everyone:
"Dear Hana chiefs and wise adults, we are representatives of the Western Sea metal trade from the Eastern Empire. We have negotiated with Mr. Cyril, the merchant of the nobles in Kara State. Our expectations and purposes exceed his I have the authority to come here for a visit.”
In Wei Ling's detection, several old people can be classified as mid-level warlocks, because their spiritual bodies are shining brightly in the sea of the source spirit world, but they are far from being like Yang Ruolan and Uguwa. Just like the real body.
The leader of the old man's eyes were bright and sharp. He exchanged glances with the other people present. They all stood up with a smile, lowered their hands and spread them out, and returned a salute:
"Oh, guests from the far east, your land is vast, your empire is powerful, and your people are like a sea of humanity...
What can a small tribe like us have to share with you? "
"Haha, your old question is exactly what we need to communicate on this trip."
Welling would not interrupt his rhythm because of the other party's words.
Shou Gong put down the huge backpack, placed it in front of everyone, and unzipped the backpack.
The backpack is carried by a woman wearing a veil, which is in line with the Hana people's habits. The status of women in this tribe is really hard to say.
"These are small gifts given casually to the children of the nobility. They are not respectful, so please accept them with a smile."
The size of the gift is not important, what is important is the attitude.
The reason why the Hana tribe became a remnant tribe is more or less related to holding on to the old traditions and customs.
The etiquette of Wei Ling and others is in line with their traditions, and it can be seen that they respect them.
