Chapter 423: Die there
The engine sound of the off-road vehicle slowly died down and stopped two hundred meters away from the convoy.
Song Shi opened the car door and walked out.
The convoy that was originally carrying the temporary camp suddenly became solemn. The two middle-aged men looked at each other and stood up.
They were dressed in hard-wearing jackets, overalls and jeans, patched and patched with large pieces of fabric. One of them picked up an assault rifle, held it in front of him, and unabashedly pulled the safety.
"No harm."
Song Shi raised his voice a little, and at the same time, he flashed his whole body generously, showing that there was no sign of any weapons.
"I'm alone here. I happened to meet you and want to hook up. What should I say?"
The man holding the rifle looked at the young man in front of him. He was young and had no obvious signs of prosthetic implantation. In this case, the lack of calluses on his natural hands, the inside of his ring finger and the tiger's mouth showed that the other man had rarely used firearms.
That would be a huge problem.
Not proficient in weapons, not implanted with prosthetics, and young, he went into the wasteland alone.
——Either a brainless person, or a ruthless character.
But where is the ruthlessness
At this moment, the companion next to the gunman spoke.
"Friend." He said solemnly: "We don't have much food and water, but we can share some with you. We are just walking together together, and I won't see any."
"This friend, are you alone?"
Suddenly, a hoarse voice broke in.
He was an old man who was about sixty or seventy years old. The wrinkles on his face were reminiscent of the hills and valleys that have been eroded by the wind for a long time. They were yellow and hard, and every crevice was filled with deep color.
He walked out of a felt tent in the camp. He obviously had a high status. When the two men blocking the door saw him, they looked a little more respectful.
The old man nodded slightly to them as a gesture of approval, and then looked at the young man in front of him.
"A person."
Facing this sight, Song Shi did not hesitate and replied loudly: "Add an omnimachine."
Lapis Lazuli flew out: "Hello."
Seeing the omnic, the old man's brows changed slightly, and he quickly regained his composure. He looked at the young man and the omnic for a few breaths, and then turned around.
"Then come in."
The two people on the side were stunned for a moment, then were startled and lowered their voices: "Uncle Qiaosen, this is too risky"
"My feeling." The old man known as "Qiao Sen" shook his head: "They are very clean."
The words were not lowered.
Then come in.
Song Shi parked his car at the edge of the camp and surrounded the camp with other vehicles, mainly pickup trucks. Most of the latter were covered with a thick layer of dust-proof cloth. The wasteland in this area was very windy and sandy at night.
The scale of this wanderer tribe is not large, it can even be said to be quite small. There are only six pickup trucks and one van in total, most of which are covered with rust, and all members are in their early twenties.
Song Shi also noticed one thing, these people were not young.
The two members in charge of security were said to be "middle-aged men," but a closer look revealed that they were probably over fifty years old.
".What do you plan to do when you come to the wasteland?"
It was getting dark, and two bonfires were raised in the center of the camp. The light of the fires swayed in the wind, reflecting two faces with a rich orange color.
The old man didn't ask Song Shi's name, nor did he tell him his own.
He stared at the bonfire intently, as if the fire could burn away the turbidity in his eyes.
"Go to Yenan." Song Shi put his hand into the fire and felt the temperature.
"Yinan."
The old man muttered this word: "Well, you should go there."
"How to say?"
Song Shi tilted his head.
Not far away, Lapis Lazuli was maintaining people's prosthetics and repairing equipment. The resources of this wanderer tribe were obviously insufficient. When this happened, his attitude towards them suddenly softened a lot.
"Youth. Youth is the best gift." After a few breaths, the old man slowly said: "Yinan is big enough to accommodate everyone. You will have a future there."
Song Shi asked very naturally: "Then why didn't you go?"
The old man laughed softly.
"Didn't you already see it? Our tribe has long existed in name only." He picked up a piece of coal and placed it on the edge of the campfire: "The future belongs to young people, not for old guys like me."
"They all went to Yenan." He said: "Our family has been divided since more than ten years ago."
Song Shi understood what the other party was saying.
Under the leadership of the first generation Lord of Yenan, the forces that were defeated one after another in the Seven Lands War gathered together. They lost first and then won, becoming one of the final winners and establishing the current world situation.
Wanderers are naturally one of the components of [Yenan].
——After all, compared to other forces, they have an innate affinity for the new country [Yenan] where the "loser" came from.
During the Seven-Earth War, several large tribes of wanderers defected to Yenan. By virtue of their superiority in the wasteland operations, they successfully obtained a fixed home after the war and ended their wandering life in the wasteland.
Life in the wasteland is not easy.
This is a realm far beyond civilization.
Since the end of the Seven Soil War, until now, new wanderers have been choosing to join Yenan. Even some large tribes that were once famous have either died out due to the loss of personnel, or the entire tribe has joined Yenan.
The small tribe in front of them is just an inconspicuous member.
"Okay, let's not talk about the future." Song Shi roasted a bunch of dried white maggots and put it in his mouth: "I just want to ask, what are your plans next?"
"In a few days, this area will enter the storm period." The old man didn't even raise his head, coughed twice, and replied: "We have to go north to a place where there is no wind and sand."
"Exclusive route?" Song Shi became a little interested.
"Exclusive route. That's not something a small tribe like us can have." The old man laughed: "We."
"Only a little bit of inherited experience." Song Shi said the next sentence for him.
For the first time, there was a hint of surprise on the old man's face. He turned his head and said, "Have you ever lived in the Wanderer tribe before?"
"That's right." Song Shi laughed: "I followed several tribes in the wasteland for a while. It was troublesome, but it was quite interesting. Don't you wanderers love to talk about this kind of family inheritance? I guess so.”
".Is that so?"
The old man thought for a while, then nodded: "I just feel that you are relatively 'clean'. It's strange. I think I have a good eye for people who have been wanderers, but you don't have much of a wanderer in you." ”
"That may be because I have been in other professions for much longer than I have been a wanderer."
Song Shi smiled.
"Go north. What happens when we get there?" He asked again, "Continue wandering? Or find a temporary community to hang out with?"
"Then die there," the old man said.
(End of chapter)