Chapter 83: Expectation

There are basically no tall trees in the valley behind the town. A simple road that can barely pass by three people side by side, winding and winding from mountains covered with steep rocks to connect Yinyue Town. At several commanding heights near the entrance of the narrow road, large pieces of rock and plaster are built into strong machine gun fortifications. Their location is very hidden, and their appearance is integrated with the surrounding environment. Standing in the distance, it is impossible to find any trace.

Compared to usual, the town is much bustling today. Dozens of strong men gathered at the street entrance leading to the outside of the town and built foundations with steel brazing and trimmed rocks. Two trucks in the town also drove into the foot of the mountain behind the town and pulled large pieces of stone from the quarry. Several particularly strong women also participated in this simple physical labor. They were tall, and their arms raised from their cuffs were thicker than the calves of some thin men. The stone weighing dozens of kilograms was as light as toys in their hands. If it weren't for the two terrible plump breasts on their chests, just judging from the back, they would be a burly and strong giant man.

In addition to the on-duty personnel left on the alert tower, all residents of Yinyue Town participated in the construction of this defensive project.

There is a wooden house with two floors in the middle of the town. Compared with the ordinary residential houses in the town, this house, which is regarded as a public storage room, is slightly larger in area and has a stronger overall structure. Due to limited land production capacity and climate interference, the crops harvested by the townspeople cannot even fill their own cellars and warehouses. This embarrassing situation has also led to the fact that they have never really played the role they should have played since the day it was built.

There is a huge striped long table in the middle of the room. Strictly speaking, it is actually a shelf made of thick wooden boards divided by tree trunks. More than a dozen simply polished square stones support the entire tabletop. Except for the side facing the ceiling, it looks slightly smoother, and turns toward the floor under the wooden boards, and even the rough bark is not peeled off.

Don’t seek beauty, you just need to be strong enough. This is the value concept of Yinyue Town people.

Five tall men stood around a corner of the wooden table. In addition to Lin Xiang and Wang Biao, the other three were the duty captains in the town who were responsible for security guards and maintaining public order. In this chaotic era, in the relevant conditions for people to choose representatives of interests and protectors, in addition to integrity, strength and strength are also very important standards.

There is a architectural structure drawing made of yellowed old paper on the desktop. If we look at it from the critical perspective of old architectural experts, this plan drawing with pencil is really full of too many shortcomings and dirt. There is no scale, no relevant horizontal coordinates, no contour distance, and the lines are chaotic. Apart from a simple representation representing the direction of the mountain range, the only thing that is barely clear on the drawing is an irregular line frame that is curved from west to east and slightly raised in the center.

Lin Xiang is not a professional engineer, so he can only use the most direct method to express what he wants as briefly as possible.

"The entire wall is four meters high and two meters wide, with a total length of about eight hundred meters. There are four machine gun warning towers on the front, and there is a gate for entry and exit on the east and west sides. If it is built, it will become our most effective defense facility." Lin Xiang's speech was short, but clear enough.

Wang Biao stood on the table with both hands, and his strong muscles supported his shoulders high. He frowned, his eyes swept over the people standing around him in sequence, and finally returned to Lin Xiang.

"The problem is still the same as I said last time - we don't have enough staff."

In addition to Yang Hua's family, who just became a new town citizen yesterday, the total number of residents in Yinyue Town is only 191. It is indeed difficult to complete such a wall that is not long but cannot be considered short.

“No matter how difficult it is, you have to do it—”

Lin Xiang's attitude was very tough. He swung his right fist and smashed it hard on the heavy table: "There is nearly a month left before spring. I have calculated that everyone can be divided into two sowers and piled up using the stone mined from the back mountain. By the time the farming season comes, most of the entire wall should be completed. The remaining finishing progress can be slowed down. If there is no special situation, the entire project can probably end before summer."

"If this arrangement is made, the personnel problem can be barely solved. In terms of materials, we can make the stones ourselves. But what should we do if the cement is? The little inventory in the public warehouse in the town is definitely not enough."

The speaker was named Cobert, a strong man with a strong figure. He was bare-headed, wearing a clean-washed coarse cloth blouse, a slightly pointed chin, and a look on his face seemed a little hesitant and anxious.

He is one of the beneficiaries of the twenty fortification potions and is also a hard-core supporter of Lin Xiang.

"I will solve the problem of cement. Before that, we must prepare enough stones." As he said, Lin Xiang used a pencil sandwiched between his fingers to draw a big circle on the drawing: "Gentlemen, if we want to protect our homes, more people need to participate. We will reclaim more land and harvest more food. There are too many unpredictable potential dangers in the wilderness. If we do not want to be the target of mob plundering and the food in the mouth of mutant creatures, we must make twelve efforts and hard work."

Looking from a distance, Emma is undoubtedly a city full of vitality. Under the dim sky, lights are lit in the tall buildings in the central area of ​​the city, and vehicles can often be seen on the crisscrossing main roads. Everything means that the city has enough power supply.

The tall and sturdy machine gun post tower and the insurmountable warning line on the ground divide the entire city into two distinct parts. Compared with the brilliantly lit core area, the slums with an area ratio of more than six times are like a group of hungry mice coveting around the tempting cake. If there were no terrible numbers of damn soldiers, and the firepower points densely spread in every corner of the building, this symbolic symbol of the remaining civilization of mankind has long been completely submerged by the civilians who flocked to each other and fought and fought.

There is not much snow left on the ground, and the warmer and warmer air is always urging the white accumulation to disappear from the world. The weather is still a little cold, but the wind stroking the face is gone without the coldness like a knife slashing and needle pricking. People who are moving outside the house no longer surround the fire all day, and their clothes are not so thick.

A lonely figure stands at a junction far from the city.

He wrapped himself in a light gray velvet scarf, and through the buckle of the black coat, he could see a dark green sweater inside. This kind of outfit was very ordinary in the old days, but in the current situation where supplies were extremely scarce, it was a luxurious outfit that could make any refugee envious and jealous of him.

Maybe he felt a little breathing was a little uncomfortable! He pulled down the scarf covering his nostrils, revealing a slightly confused and tender face. His black eyes were occupied by melancholy and loss at the same time.

Throughout the winter, Zhou Hao would stand here for a few hours every day, staring blankly at the end of the road that disappeared on the horizon with his expectant eyes.

He met the man here. He believed that the man would appear again.

This is a cruel era. In order to survive, men will kill their women as food, and will sell their relatives as slaves in exchange for necessary resources. Friends are used to sell, and parents and children are used to eat. Apart from naked interests, people can give up everything.

Zhou Hao can't remember how many men his mother has been to bed. No matter how tall, short, thin, old, strong and disabled, those men have tinted eyes, throwing their mother on the bed like wild animals, ravaging, insulting, whipping, and venting... After they are satisfied, their eyes will show contempt and contempt, and will use all kinds of dirty and dirty words to humiliate and curse the woman who was lying under them just now. When they are lucky, they will readily throw down the full amount of money that had been negotiated in advance, or a piece of lightly radiant bread as black as coal. Some people only give half of the required price, or even lift their pants and leave without saying a word. Some psychopathic or self-reliant guys will sway their fists and beat their mother, and walk out of the dilapidated hut with both physical and mental satisfaction.

The mother and son struggled with this humiliating way. Zhou Hao never persuaded his mother, nor comforted her in any way. The only thing he could do was to slowly approach her when his mother curled up on the bed and sobbed quietly in the middle of the night, hugged her skin tightly, rubbed her slightly rough skin, and wiped the tears shed from the corners of her eyes with the corners of her clothes.

As for his father... Zhou Hao could not associate him with this sacred word. As that man said, maybe even his mother didn't know how many men she had received, Zhou Hao himself was a bastard. But in my memory, the man did only two things when he went home - asking his mother to get money and beat the mother and son in an extremely cruel way to vent.

Zhou Hao remembered every man who had insulted and beat his mother. He knew that he was powerless to resist, so he endured desperately and waited for the day when he grew up. For countless nights, he would stand in the wild and swear in the dark sky--to kill every object of revenge in his memory with his own hands.

Before that day, he had never seen Lin Xiang, and Lin Xiang had never seen him.

However, Lin Xiang gave his mother the money that she could not earn back all year round, and a drop of blood that dripped from him.

It was a drop of the most magical liquid in the world. Under its urging, Zhou Hao could clearly feel his blood boiling and rushing wildly in the forced widened blood vessels. Newborn cells desperately filled every gap in the fragile bones, making them thicker and harder. The muscles expanded at an unimaginable speed. They were arranged so closely that every time they squeezed, they could release unimaginable power. Even the hardest stone could not block his full blown attack.

Zhou Hao once envied those mercenaries who had evolution or strengthening abilities. In Emma City, they ate the best, dress the best, and lived the best. No one dared to provoke them. In front of them, the most brutal gangster boss in the slum was like a humble and pitiful ant. But now, Zhou Hao is much stronger than any mercenary.

He remembered every word Lin Xiang said to him. He never took the initiative to show his powerful superpower in front of others. Apart from blocking a few men who had deliberately insulted their mothers in a remote corner on a dark and windy night, and smashing the dirty and ugly heads with his fists, the only thing he did was to try to control the power of expansion and beat those guys who wanted to steal their guests when only hurting their flesh. In this regard, the local snakes in Emma City were just surprised whether the boy was developing too fast, but did not attract anyone's attention.

He was just a ten-year-old child after all.

The number of evolved people is already very rare. Ordinary people cannot detect the existence of supernatural aura. Even if a master as powerful as a nine-star parasite standing among ordinary people, it will not attract any doubtful gaze.

Relying on the money left by Lin Xiang, his mother opened a very small grocery store in the city. By exchanging food, clothing, drinking water and other things, plus a small hotel with a slightly expanded scale, she earned everything enough for two people to live in a meager but stable manner.

No one dared to call him "little mouse". Zhou Hao completely ignored this nickname that was obviously ridiculous and would not take the initiative to find the other party to make trouble. If someone was surprised by his indifferent attitude and then escalated into anger and angry, and wanted to teach him a lesson with his fists, he would be surprised and painful to find that the person he was taught became himself.

Zhou Hao would stand at the intersection outside the city every day, hoping to see Lin Xiang again.

He never forgot what Lin Xiang said.

"No matter what difficulties you encounter in the future, you must remember one thing - you are a man -"

The gap between hope and reality is often very large, both in the old and new eras. After a few months, he still failed to see the person he was looking forward to the most.

The sky slowly became dim, and the crumbling sun was left with only a faint ball of light. The raging cold wind swept over the mountains and forests, making a roar that was even more terrifying than a beast.

Moving his legs and feet, Zhou Hao took a last look at the end of the road that disappeared under the twilight, sighed softly, and turned around and walked towards the direction where the city was.

"Maybe, he will appear tomorrow..."

Just as the boy was hiding in the low shed, a bright white light appeared from the end of the curving road in the distance.

Lin Xiang didn't know what happened outside Emma City. In order not to let potential opponents catch his whereabouts, he was changing the fixed pattern of travel at any time. Take this time for example. After starting from Yinyue Town, he drove an off-road vehicle and walked more than 50 kilometers west along the road left over from the old era before returning to the normal route.

This is very dangerous. In the darkness, all the terrain looks the same, and the wilderness is covered with dangerous and hidden mud. Relying on the powerful perception ability obtained from Cajetano, coupled with the exploration of potential dangers and strong memory, he can go back and forth safely and freely in this vast area.

Sitting in the cab with the closed car window, Lin Xiang's short hair on his forehead was blown high by the wind. Looking at the snow-white Emma City wooden signs on the roadside by the headlights, his closed lips bent into a very beautiful arc. He exerted force under his feet, and suddenly the engine that received energy supply suddenly burst out with a crazy and excited roar. Under the surprised and envious eyes of passers-by around him, he pulled the wide tires to the residual snow on the road. Amid the splashing dirty water and the curses from the roadside, he rushed to the central area guard post painted with black and yellow twill marks.

A Sosbian soldier holding an assault rifle came forward and looked at Lin Xiang in the driver's seat with vigilance and carefulness. In the circular sand block not far behind him, a 12.7mm machine gun had been set up, and the black and cold muzzle was pointing at the trembling and roaring body.

Lin Xiang grabbed the ID card placed on the secondary seat and handed it out the window. This kind of inspection is just a routine. Even if he really didn't step on the brake and rushed into the auction hall, he would not cause any trouble with his dual mercenary status as the Skeleton Knights and Sosbia. At most, it would be just to compensate for some losses in the scene.

If you have strength, you will have everything. The same is true in the old and new eras.

"A-level proof?" The soldier was obviously very surprised at the information on the proof card. He looked at Lin Xiang's excellent combat suit and the off-road vehicle with beautiful and solid lines with a stunning look. After handing back the proof card in his hand, he subconsciously took a step back, and slowly raised the black and yellow dock pole across the intersection with unconcealed envy and respect in his eyes.

The auction hall is as brightly lit as usual. The door that opens from the hole not only brings a warm atmosphere, but also has the tempting aroma of various foods.

There were many people in the hall, and from the perspective of clothing and appearance, most of them were mercenaries serving major companies. In their prominent positions on their chests and left arms, Lin Xiang not only saw Sosbia's one-horned lion pattern, Ferdinand's double sword shield emblem, but also some other new logos that he had never seen or heard of.
Chapter completed!