Section 141 Hunting Ground

Although, that was his wife.

"Mr. Borg said...it's best, go now."

"Bang--"

Wang Daxia grabbed an object from the pile of rags next to him and smashed it over with the dirty words that broke out from his mouth: "I know I want... to have a mom! I have done enough. If you want to play, use this to enjoy yourself-"

It was a wooden stick about half a meter long and cut into the shape of a spindle. The surface of the dome, which was polished to be extremely smooth, was covered with dense pins. At first glance, it looked very similar to a powerful weapon of ancient times - a mace.

The sun was about to fall below the horizon, and the dark night sky was rushing into the sky in a hurry, as if the most fierce evil woman kicked and bittened the last trace of redness out of her sphere of influence. On the desolate and dark land, there were fires burning in the east and west, and occasionally there were sporadic gunfires into people's ears from time to time, as if to prove that the enemies lurking outside the camp did not leave quietly because of the arrival of night. They still hid in the corners that could not be seen in their sight, and patiently waited for the prey surrounded by this mound.

Garbage, dirty, and chaotic, is probably the basic scene that you will see in any refugee camp. The crowded crowds and various debris are staggered with each other. The simple wooden carts and temporary fences pulled by hemp ropes divide the entire camp into relatively orderly areas, and the aisles that are about two or three meters wide are vacant. Doing so can at least ensure that the inside of the camp can be accessed normally. However, those refugees surrounded by thick ropes look like fish that are surrounded by trawls from the lake, forced to cluster in a small piece of shallow water and jumping and struggling.

On the open space west of the camp, a huge tent with grey-green thick canvas was set up with steel bars and movable wooden racks. Several strong men holding weapons gathered around and were chatting boredly. They were not as thin as ordinary refugees, and most of them were wearing only a leather vest or a simple linen sweat jacket, revealing muscles covered with tattoos and body hair. These strong men looked at everyone who was slightly closer to the tent with cold and vigilant eyes. In fact, refugees rarely came here, and the closest person was at least more than fifty meters away from here.

When Wang Daxia came over the intersection, the strong men also stopped their own actions and focused their attention on this man who was dressed in funny, relatively short, and slightly obese.

A tall, middle-aged man with a fat face and a single shotgun in his hand walked up and crossed the gun to block his way. He said without a smile: "Wang Shabi, I just fucked your wife once today, and it feels so fucking good."

As soon as he said that, the other people standing next to him immediately burst into laughter: "It's not just him, we all took turns to get on that bitch."

Wang Daxia smiled faintly: "It's good to feel good. She is in the tent now. Who else wants to go there? Please-"

Several men looked at each other, and the expressions on their faces looked a little strange.

War destroyed civilization, but it could not destroy the most primitive desires and tyranny in human hearts. No matter in any era, a man who was cuckolded would become the target of other similar ridicule around him. Several strong men were obviously bored, so they regarded Wang Daxia as the target of teasing and relieving boredom. Surprisingly, he did not express any anger or shame at the fact that his wife had an affair with other men, but instead showed calm calmness and calmness. As if that was just right.

It is surprising and uncomfortable. The expected hilarious scene did not appear, but on the contrary, it was a kind of dull and coldness.

The middle-aged man in the lead frowned, his eyes half-closed, stared at him for a long time, slowly turned around, gave way about a half meter gap in the direction of the tent, and slowly said: "Get in! Lord Borg has been waiting for you for a long time."

When Wang Daxia walked into the tent, Borg was sitting cross-legged on a soft thick felt blanket, staring at a map placed in the center of his knees in a daze.

Every refugee camp has a name. Generally speaking, the naming rights are usually in the hands of refugee leaders. They will directly use their surname or the synonym of their birthplace as the name of the entire camp. This also means that from the moment they accept the name, everyone who is housed in the camp will become the private property of the highest authority.

The name of this refugee camp is "Lecher". It is Borg's surname and the surname of his entire family.

Borg is very thin, but tall. His face is very hard and has a rough beauty. His sharp chin makes him look a little cunning and slick. His gray hair and wrinkles all over his face prove that he is no longer young. But Borg is not worried. He will still choose the most beautiful and youngest woman from among the refugees to warm his bed. Every night, the screams and painful begging from the tent always shock the guards standing outside at night, and even can't help but secretly use his longest time limit in this regard and the old patriarch's practice to make a detailed and detailed comparison.

The Lecher refugees came from the south.

Borg didn't like wilderness at all, just as some people in the old days hated eating carrots, and he had a very strong and unbearable disgust for this world full of lead-gray tones.

If you hate certain foods, you can change your taste and eat something else.

However, Borg had no second choice. He didn't like this dirty wasteland world, but he had to survive on this planet. The only thing he could do was to use his identity as a patriarch, eat better, dress better, play with more women, and live better...

It's very simple and practical.

But God didn't let him get what he wanted.

The Lecher refugee group is a huge group with a number of more than two thousand. By the standards of the wasteland world, these people are enough to build a small city. In fact, Borg made this idea. In a concave basin about 500 kilometers south of here, he and his people settled for four years. They opened up arable land, planted crops, rebuilt new homes... Everything is developing in a good direction.

Two years ago, to be precise, it should have been twenty-one months ago that even a drop of rain fell in the area of ​​the Lecher Camp. The river on which the refugees depended on was completely dried up, and the wellbore hit more than 20 meters deep underground, but no water was found. The crops sown that year were withered, and the dead were as gray as white as the trunk shell, making people feel desperate and cryless.

Without water, there is no food.

If you don't move, you can only wait for death.

Borg was a smart leader. Instead of leading everyone around the wilderness without any purpose, he sent out a large number of scouts to find possible places for water in different directions. When all the information was sorted out and analyzed and reached the final conclusion, Borg also decided to lead the entire clan to migrate to the north.

The reason is very simple - many of the plants in that direction are green.

The scattered scouts were sent to the north. They kept drawing simple maps of the places they might pass along, marking the locations where they could get drinking water, and passing them back at the fastest speed by relaying them. From these maps with unfamiliar coordinates, after several considerations, Borg finally chose the destination for himself and the refugees to move.

It was in the far north, a place called "Hidden Moon City".

According to the scout, there is a vast plain with an amazing amount of water storage below the surface. Moreover, it is a third-level purified water that can be directly consumed without any treatment.

Borg knew very well that a piece of land with sweet and clean water also meant disputes and turmoil. This damn world lacked everything, especially clean water. Such extremely precious natural resources, they could not compete with those powerful family institutions. The wisest way is to stay away from there, go as far as you can.

However, things in the world are so strange. Although I have made up my mind, Borg will unconsciously turn out the map marked with the Hidden Moon City after he vented his desires in the dead of night or in a woman, and stare at the coordinates that have long been memorized. If there is water, there is food, if there is food, you can exchange more materials, you can have more money, and more women... Borg is very angry and helpless - why are good things belonging to others? This is unfair and unreasonable. Survival space always requires a twelve-point spirit to fight for.

He made the final decision - the Lecher refugees changed the direction of their migration and moved straight towards the location of Yinyue City.

Deep in Borg's heart, there was a hint of luck - the area of ​​the sweet water land was very vast. Perhaps, you don't have to conflict with those huge forces, you just need to occupy a small marginal area. With water, you can develop slowly and slowly. Even in the worst case, the Lecher refugees were forced to rely on a large institution or family to survive, and you could have some capital to bargain with the other party.

Borg's abacus was very good. He was so scheming that he should take into account all possible situations. However, the development of things often changes from the most unexpected places people have... Eight days ago, when the Lecher refugees headed north and just entered this wilderness, they encountered another group of people.

"My name is Luo Jingpeng. No matter who you are, you must obey my will on this land. Even if it is a corpse, you must obey my arrangements-"

It was a tall and burly man. He was full of bulging muscles, strong like the most savage bear. His round and solid shoulders were bigger than any woman's breasts in his life. This guy with yellow skin and dark hair was carrying hundreds of live ammunition militants. They rode motorcycles with all kinds of inexplicable decorations. They were as arrogant as the king, and their tone was as arrogant as God. The smell in their mouths when they spoke was even more stinky than the dirtiest shit in the cesspit.

He was the head of a nearby force called the "Silver Locomotive Party". His request was very simple - the Lecher refugees must merge into the leaders of his rule. As a reward for handing over power, Borg could get a free job in the Locomotive Party with no power. Of course, as an additional condition, he could also get a considerable amount of money, enough for him to be a little rich man with no worries about food and clothing in this chaotic world.

"You dream! This is absolutely impossible-" This is the first reaction that Borg screamed instinctively after hearing the other party's request.

Borg is not an arrogant person. He clearly understands that there are many people in this world that are much stronger than himself. Two thousand refugees sound like a lot. But in the eyes of those real big institutions and giants, this person is probably not even worthy of leftovers. Borg had actually expected and prepared for the fate of being annexed by powerful forces one day. To be fair, he could only accept this irresistible future silently.

But, he at least has the right to choose.

Lecher's refugee group is Borg's biggest reliance. Just like a prostitute, they are all selling, and at least they can choose different customers. Borg also has his own psychological price. It can be seen that this man named Luo Jingpeng is very strong and has a considerable number of armed forces. However, his offer is too low, so low that Borg feels angry and cannot accept it at all.

Without the expected bargaining, the man turned around and left without even a word of extra words. A few hours later, hundreds of armed motorcycles suddenly appeared in the wilderness. They spit out the rolling smoke, and the armed personnel riding on the bikes fired with guns unscrupulously. After a brief battle and panic, the refugees who left dozens of corpses were forced to escape into this narrow depression, relying on the simple terrain as a barrier, were full of anger but anxiousness.

The Silver Locomotive Party did not attack. They just wandered back and forth in the wilderness outside the camp. With good performance sniper weapons and superb gunmen, these guys would kill every refugee with his head exposed from the mound on the spot. They even sealed all exits of the entire depression and put heavy machine guns on the vicinity, like hunters, waiting patiently for the prey locked in the trap to come out on its own.

This made Borg feel unprecedented fear - the other party's purpose is very clear. They don't want to kill too many people. They need to directly swallow up their refugees. The other party's methods are very vicious, but they are very effective. They are waiting, waiting for the refugees to eat all the last grain of food they carry, drink the last drop of water, and under the torment of thirst and hunger, they take the initiative to leave the depression and become official members of another settlement.

If things really turn out to be like that, Borg will become nothing.

No, no! This kind of thing must not let it happen. This is really terrible. When Borg thinks that he will spend the rest of his life in poverty, he feels cold sweat all over his body.

This situation must be changed.

Borg thought of all possible ways to implement it. It is impossible to rush out. The refugees are extremely weak and their weapons and equipment are very poor. They fight against heavy machine guns with fierce firepower with dozens of gunpowder guns and worn-out weapons. Fools know the result.

Escape is not realistic. The other party set up a large number of swimming whistles around the mound, and these guys equipped with motorcycles have extremely strong mobility. Even if they really leave here by chance, once they are discovered, they will soon be able to catch up.

After thinking about it, Borg had only one last idea, and he would never implement it unless he had to.
Chapter completed!