"Where are we going? Shouldn't we go north?"

Chang Yong looked around and was a little confused, and Wang Chaowei pushed his glasses:

"The Blackwater Swamp we are going to is at least 300 kilometers away from here. It takes too much time to walk on our legs alone, so we are going to find a driver to take us for a ride before departure."

"Driver? Isn't it just a carriage? Shouldn't the carriage puller be called by the driver?"

It is not surprising that Chang Yong is confused. After the time stop, the human technology tree was very crooked. The petrified fuel was used up by people who did not stop. Although there was electricity, it was okay to light a lamp. Once the motor involved in the work-related work, it would immediately explode. The reason was never found.

Therefore, without energy-driven, human transportation power has degenerated back to the age of animal power. In addition, it is said that there is an underground railway dedicated to intercity transportation, using a steam train that burns boilers.

However, that thing can only be used during wartime and special circumstances. Even Shangguan Miao and others may not be able to take advantage of it in normal times, let alone Jiang Wenming and others.

"It's indeed the driver, you'll know later." Zhou Changjing smiled.

"Hey, it seems that when we were not in Xinyang City, you both got familiar with the city."

Chang Yong smashed his mouth. Thinking that they were running to wipe out the Soul Emperor with two legs, it would take a week to go on the road, and he suddenly became a little angry again.

"You guys say there is a steam train, but why don't you even take it and you have to build it underground? Isn't this delaying human development..."

Jiang Wenming carefully avoided a mouse hole on the ground and shrugged: "It's actually easy to understand, after all, this is not the world we used to be."

"If the railway is built on the ground and crossing so many places, do you think we can send people to take care of every section of the railway? As long as there is a large beast with a slutty butt and itchy mouth arches on the railway track, the consequences of derailment will be serious. This is actually similar to the design of oil pipelines in the previous war zone, and..."

Jiang Wenming paused: "Without convenient transportation, people cannot easily gather in larger and safer cities. Otherwise, small cities like Xinyang City will soon be able to go to big cities due to the siphon effect. How can we defend the soul cave?"

"Is it because of this?" Chang Yong frowned.

"Not stop," Zhou Changjing said.

"The underground train system can still ensure the exchange of materials between cities. As for most people, they have to work hard to improve their strength because they have to go to the more dangerous ground. After all, if they have weak strength, they are not even qualified to leave the city."

"This is actually a disguised talent screening and training method. Only the strong are qualified to go to big cities, while the weak can only stay in small cities. However, due to the existence of sentries in the city alliance, their basic safety can still be guaranteed."

Chang Yong shook his head: "It's a twist, I'm so worried just by listening to it. I really don't know how those human spirits came up with it. Forget it, let's talk about that old driver. Why did he live outside the city?"

Looking around, there was a wilderness, and from time to time, you could see one or two wild beasts running by from afar. The outside environment was far inferior to the city, whether it was comfort or safety. He didn't quite understand what the person was living outside.

Zhou Changjing smiled: "Because he is not an ordinary person! Well, listen to the sound, you should be able to see him soon."

"sound?"

Chang Yong's ears moved and his face changed.

"It seems like the monster is roaring, getting louder and louder! It is approaching!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a buzzing roar was heard from far to near, and two red lights like monster eyes whistled with the sound.

"What kind of monster is that?"

Chang Yong said in fear. The roaring sound made his hair stand up when he heard it, and even some tiny dust under his feet began to shake.

"Not a monster,"

Jiang Wenming suddenly clapped his hands, stood up from the ground, pointed to the ground and said:

"If I read it correctly, it should be a motorcycle, and his wheel marks remain on the ground."

"Motorcycle? This...the tire is too big, right?"

Chang Yong looked down and saw that there was indeed a shallow trace on the ground, but the width was 20 to 30 cm. What motorcycle tire was larger than a mineral water bottle?!

But I heard a small earth slope in the distance suddenly blew up, and a black thing flew out. In the splashing soil, Chang Yong saw its outline clearly.

It's just a motorcycle!

It's the same as Batman!

A man wearing a off-white helmet on it was even shouting excitedly!

With a bang, the huge motorcycle hit the ground, and then the man twisted his body, and the motorcycle changed direction and rushed towards them whistling.

Judging from their appearance, they must have discovered them.

But his speed did not decrease at all when he was moving forward, and no matter how he looked, he seemed to be about to come.

Seeing this, Chang Yong became nervous, while Jiang Wenming remained a little farther away from the three of them. On the contrary, Zhou Changjing and Wang Chaowei looked a little strange and were still standing there.

"Hahaha! The mad shark swings his tail!"

As soon as the motorcycle swung around, it slid over, and stopped two meters away in front of the four people, while the man took off his helmet with a smile:

"Oh! Xiaojing, Xiao Wang, hello you guys! The weather is good today. Do you want to have a ride together?"

"No need for Brother Huang," Zhou Changjing shook her head with a smile.

"This time I'm looking for you to help you. Let me introduce you first. These two are my friends, Chang Yong and...uh..."

Zhou Changjing looked at Jiang Wenming and was stunned for a moment.

Jiang Wenming calmly moved his hand away from his face, and his body was filled with mud splashed when the motorcycle slid shovel was braked.

"Hello, I'm Jiang Wenming."

"Huang Xiaoshan, I'm sorry, I can't control it."

"It's okay, it's just an accident." Jiang Wenming patted his body and looked at Huang Xiaoshan.

An uncle in his forties has gray hair and a pair of wooden windshields. He is in a good spirit like a young man. He is wearing a leather jacket that he has not been washed for a long time. He can smell the smell of motor oil from a distance.

Wait, engine oil?

Jiang Wenming turned his head and looked at Huang Xiaoshan's motorcycle.

The wide front and rear wheels are not rubber, but a kind of yellow amber-like glue, which is polished into a tire, and the body of the car seemed to be made of some carapaces from a large crab, and some iron sheets were inlaid on the edges.

The whole car is mainly yellow and black, and it looks powerful and has a streamlined keenness. It looks like a hybrid of tanks and dragonflies. No man can reject its beauty at all.

One word:

nice!
Chapter completed!