Chapter 110 Refugees

The sun rises slowly from the horizon. The red glow in the horizon becomes stronger and stronger. Above head, the dark blue and purple sky gradually shows a faint and soft light color. The wilderness is surprisingly quiet, and the faint mist locks everything in the milky white morning. As the golden sunlight slowly releases its power, the hazy wilderness begins to reveal a clearer scenery without realizing it.

This wonderful scenery exuding a fresh atmosphere did not last long. The radiant clouds that would never dissipate in the sky savagely drove out all colors representing gentleness and light, and restored the ground and the sky to dusk to darkness like twilight. Against this gray background, the shrubs in the distance appeared from black shadows, blocking the green points that were struggling and growing from the cracks of the stones. The hard surface of the sand lies on the cracked ground, like the sharp fangs exposed in the mouth of the demon.

Eight trucks with bulletproof armor were arranged in a row at a distance of about fifty meters. At the top of each car, there were amazing machine guns. Crate boxes filled with ammunition were neatly placed along both sides of the carriage. Several strong armed townsmen stood in front of the guardrails on both sides, staring at the seemingly calm end of the wilderness.

The moisture left in the soil at night is soon evaporated by the gradually rising temperature. The radiant clouds that disperse and quickly gather together, solidifying all the heat released by the sun on the ground. They are tightly wrapped together by vaporized water mist, unscrupulously driving away the oxygen that people need to survive.

Mixed with sweat, soaking the skin surface of the clothes tightly, and extremely uncomfortable and damp.

It is almost suffocating, and it is so gloomy that it makes people feel swelling and painful.

As noon approached, a mottled line appeared at the end of the wilderness covered by heat and shaking and steaming, trembling under the blazing sunshine and gray sky.

A six-legged insect lying on the surface of the rock flew away like an arrow. Behind it, countless bugs suddenly emerged from the bushes and sand, crawling or jumping, and winged people flew quickly in the low altitude. It seemed like a group of special female traders who were fucked by men but did not get money, chasing and running wildly, desperately looking for the damn guy who took advantage of him but quickly lifted his pants and ran away.

They had already felt the violent tremor coming from the surface. It was the huge movement made by thousands of feet stepping on the ground.

There is no road in the wilderness, only patches of shrubs and weeds overlap each other, as if the skin of the bulging patient was infinitely expanded by gravel. Soon, the strange line had rapidly expanded, thickened, and increased its volume exponentially. Looking from a long distance, it looked like a group of colorful worms, struggling their bodies in the entanglement and entanglement of their companions, and pounced towards the weak defense line temporarily formed by the armored truck.

Locke held a pair of tactical telescopes and looked at the refugee group that was gradually approaching on the horizon. The developed facial muscles twisted and rushed to the right skillfully. He said in a slightly marvelous tone: "There are at least four thousand people. The actual number may be more. With the people who fell behind the team and were dispersed and reunited, you must be mentally prepared to accommodate more than five thousand."

A strange gathering came from the depths of the crowd. It soon had an effect among the refugees standing there. The people behind began to complain and curse. As the louder and louder urges and complaints became louder, the slight noise in the crowd became chaotic. They began to push the bodies of their companions in front, penetrated out of the gap, and moved slowly and tentatively forward.

"Dada--" The anti-aircraft machine guns on the off-road vehicle roared, and rows of soil were lifted up in front of the refugees who were eager to try. The earth and rocks soared into the sky, and then fell heavily towards the people.

The harsh gunfire stopped the pace of moving forward, and the terrifying crowd suddenly began to retreat. They surrounded each other with fear, hiding themselves behind other people's bodies as much as possible, but they could not suppress their curiosity, raised their eyes to a height that could barely see in front, and nervously paid attention to the development of the situation from the gaps between dense heads and shoulders.

The commotion ahead quickly spread to every corner of the team. The guards standing on the truck could clearly see that there were signs of scattering at the tail of the refugee team a few kilometers away. More than a dozen refugees turned around and walked back about a hundred meters towards the way they came. Then they turned back and joined the team that had just left.

It was uncomfortable to be pointed at the head by the gun. However, they had no better choice - except Yinyue Town directly in front, the nearest water source is more than 200 kilometers away. Returning... they could only die of thirst.

An old man with a gray face squeezed out of the crowd with difficulty. He walked up to Lin Xiang tremblingly, mustered up a lot of courage, and hesitated in a dry voice: "Hello, we...we just want some water."

"You can live here-"

Lin Xiang's reply was very straightforward and without any delay: "This wilderness is very large, with fertile soil and abundant reserves of clean groundwater. As long as I follow the rules, I can meet your requirements."

Such a reply was obviously unexpected. The old man's eyes flashed with surprise, and his voice expanded within the range. The refugees became excited when they heard this conversation. They were talking in a low voice, and more and more people quickly passed the information to more inquirers who were eager to know the answer. The whispers quickly turned into normal volume communication, and countless sounds made from their mouths gathered into a noisy "buzzing" sound.

Lin Xiang stood quietly, waiting for the result of people's communication. He was very patient, and the assault rifle in his hand showed no sign of loosening. The armed convoy behind him did not give way, and the black muzzle was still pointing at the layers of people.

“My rules are simple.”

After calmly looking at the old man who felt a little confused, Lin Xiang's handsome face was full of unquestionable determination: "You can choose managers by yourself and undergo searches and sanitation in order in units of hundreds of people. Only those who pass the inspection can become formal residents of this land."

The old man's face was shocked: "This, this is impossible. We are not refugees in the wilderness. We are all from the city of Flame and there are no carriers of radiation diseases. We are very clean, you should understand that this is not..."

“I said that if you want water and the right to live, you must follow the rules—”

After interrupting the other party coldly, Lin Xiang glanced at him lightly: "In addition, you must hand over all the weapons and valuables you carry with you. As compensation, you can get food and clean drinking water."

"No! We will never agree-" A thin man stood in the crowd and shouted angrily: "We can go wherever we want, you have no right to interfere..."

"Bang--"

The huge and abrupt gunshot trembled the entire wilderness and tore apart the unrealistic fantasies in people's hearts. The powerful bullet hit the man's head accurately. Following the direction of the bullet's attack, you can see Wang Biao's hideous face covered with scars, and his sniper rifle with thick and hard lines in his hand.

"Damn, they don't want to give us a way out. Fight with them-" A louder agitation came from the deeper part of the crowd a hundred meters away.

The end of the shouting had not completely disappeared, and a rude gunfire echoed over the refugee group. The armed townsmen standing on the truck quickly retreated from the shells in the sniper rifle chamber, and a heavy body slowly fell from the center of the loose crowd to the dry ground with the screams and screams around.

All truck engines were activated, and these violent metal machinery surrounded the huge refugee group and sporadic gunfire sounded from time to time, and the strangers lurking in the crowd would immediately become targets of bullets. Every roar or opposition would be suppressed in an instant. Not every bullet could hit accurately. Relying on the cover of innocent people, the inciteers could occasionally escape by chance. But this situation would not continue. Bullets shot from different directions could create enough blood holes in him in an instant.

Bloody and mechanical killing finally destroyed the courage of the hiding person. No one dared to make any unnecessary sounds. The cold death and unreasonable shooting finally made the refugees realize that relying on quantity to resist is not a wise move.

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and behind the radiant clouds that gradually dissipated, a dazzling and strong white light appeared. Under the escort of the armed convoy, the huge crowd began to move in the direction designated by Lin Xiang, struggling slowly.

What is even more unbearable than the hot sun is almost crazy thirst.

They had no choice. Trucks equipped with heavy machine guns and armed mercenaries who arrived later formed a seemingly thin but powerful defense line. Relying on flexible and mobile vehicles and sufficient ammunition, all refugees can be easily killed in the flat wilderness.

About five kilometers southwest of Yinyue Town, more than a dozen ring-shaped fortifications made of stones are connected into a half-moon arc. Only by searching and quarantine can people enter the line made of stones behind the fortifications and become formal settlers.

Refugees gathered in the middle of a huge circle surrounded by fortifications and sat down, scattered into small teams of hundreds of people. In order, under the surveillance of machine guns and armed personnel, they collected and distributed drinking water one by one.

A long human dragon is arranged in front of the entrance to the left of the fortification. According to regulations, they must hand over all weapons, valuables, and currency. Except for the clothes and a few identified items that can be retained, everything must be handed over.

"Hell! You can't confiscate my weapons. I'm a mercenary, I have a certificate of identity and qualifications. I'm a Ferdinand, you can't do that. If you don't welcome me, just sell me a little water and food, and I'll leave here now-"

A mercenary wearing a brown combat suit and wearing the Ferdinand sword and shield logo on his chest walked out of the refugee group, and opened his arms with excitement and roared loudly at the inspectors.

"Bang--"

The violent gunfire sounded, and the Magnum bullet 50 blew up the entire left chest of the mercenary, revealing flesh and blood organs as sticky as mud, as well as neatly arranged ribs.

Lin Xiang slowly lowered his arm, and a thin white smoke came out of the thick muzzle of m500. He kicked the twitching body with his toes, and said calmly: "Since you know your identity, why don't you stay in Flame City to wait for Ferdinand's support force? Since you have joined the refugee, you must have the awareness of becoming a refugee."

After a while, the old man who was leading the previous group walked up and stood in front of Lin Xiang. With an expression of unbearable giving up on his face, he spread his tight fist slightly, revealing a golden ring placed in his palm, and begged with a ruthless forehead: "Can I keep it? Please! This is my only souvenir."

"You can't leave it alone, and the result of your choice is to starve to death and die of thirst. I can't provide food and water for nothing. You should understand this." Lin Xiang's reply was cold and realistic.

"I have money! I have enough money to buy bread-"

The old man seemed to have grabbed the life-saving straw and trembled and took out a stack of paper banknotes issued by Ferdinand from his pocket: "Please! Let me leave the gold!"

"This is my territory. I said that you must follow my rules. If you choose to leave, I will not stop you." Lin Xiang smiled, his smile as beautiful as a man-cannibal devil.

Leaving is impossible. Without water, it is difficult to move in the wilderness.

Locke, who was standing next to him, took a deep breath of the cigarette in his mouth, and sprayed two thick smoke from his nostrils, looking at the refugees crowded in the distance with interest: "I remember you are a caring and kind guy. Why did you suddenly change your sex?"

"If they had only five hundred people, I would have kept the angels' kindness as always. But there were so many of them that I could not treat five thousand refugees in the same way. They had to hand over everything to get the right to survive on this land."

Locke nodded in understanding: "But then again, how do you plan to feed them? Even if you start sowing now, there are still several months before harvest. Do you have that much food during this time?"

"This is indeed the biggest problem I face, and it is also the result that Ferdinand and Sosbia most hope to see. Haha! Do you dare to make a bet with me?" Lin Xiang laughed very strangely.

"Betting?" Rock whistled: "What are you betting?"
Chapter completed!