Chapter 168 News from the North and the Second Wave of Refugees

  In the early morning, the brick kiln by the river.

  Vanus stared blankly at the boxy wooden box in his hand, his expression a little dazed.

   really didn't figure out how to use this thing, he lowered his head cautiously, and humbly asked the foreman next to him for advice.

   "This...how should I use it?"

   Yang Ergou is a real person, but he did not dislike the clumsiness of his subordinates, and explained to him patiently.

"This is a mold for yarding bricks. Put the mud in it, press it tightly, and buckle it upside down on the wooden strip. When it's a little dry, just pull out the mold. But it's too cold recently, whether it's the mud by the river. Or the mud under our feet, it's frozen as hard as a stone, and we have to transport the mud into the hole to warm up... You go and throw the mold here first, and go outside and pick up some firewood."

  Vanus nodded silently, put down the mold, and walked to the forest beside him.

   Looking at the camp behind him, he had thought about running away, but the thought only occurred for a moment, and he gave up.

   Escape?

  Where can we escape from here?

   There are frozen steel jungles to the south and east, a lake to the west, and a frozen wasteland to the north.

  With no guns, no food, and no fuel, walking in the wilderness, he is the fat in the eyes of aliens and even predators. A thin piece of clothing cannot give him any sense of security at all.

Those true savages, who would not give him a chance to pay a ransom, would happily chop off his head, make his hides into chair cushions or rugs, and introduce them to their barbarian brethren—see, This is the skin of the legion commander, and I defeated them!

  Vanus felt that, rather than this method of death, it would be better to be shot or hanged and buried, at least to stay decent.

   The north wind was blowing, and there was a heavy snow falling from the sky intermittently, and snow fell from the pine trees from time to time.

   Finally got enough firewood, Vanus took a bundle of dry wood and walked back to the brick factory, seeing that the originally deserted open space had become lively.

  Yang Ergou instructed the workers to transport the mud into the cave on the side with a cart. He glanced at him and did not ask him why he had been delayed for so long. He only urged him to bring the firewood in quickly.

  Vanus didn't dare to neglect, and immediately ran into the cave with Chai in his arms.

The temperature in the    cave was very high, like summer. He was shivering from the cold just now, but now he was sweating from the heat.

   No wonder everyone works so hard, it turns out that this place is much more comfortable than the outside!

  Vanus noticed that inside the cave was a brick stove, and a towering chimney connected the floor and ceiling and extended from the top of the cave.

  Workers burn charcoal under the chimney, the smoke is drained from the chimney, the carbon produced is sent to burn the bricks, and the waste heat is used to soften the frozen soil along the river.

   This idea is simply amazing.

Did    come up on their own?

  Vanus was surprised that although he had been educated in the military academy, he had never done the work of the lower class.

  Here, he can only be called by others. Basically, he will do whatever others ask him to do, and help him around like a helper, but it doesn't seem to be too much of a hindrance.

   has been busy all day.

   A group of people worked together to build ten stacks of bricks in the cave, put them on iron racks with wheels, and sent them into the adjacent cave along the flat road paved with bricks.

   charcoal fire.

  The kiln door was sealed.

  Vanus discovered that he was not only sweating, but also covered in mud, turning his whole body into a lump of briquettes.

   Yang Ergou stared at him for a while, then patted him on the shoulder with a laugh.

   "This is the first time. Let's take a bath in a while."

   "Where is the bath...where?"

   "There is a small public bathroom here. We usually don't bother to go to the outpost a kilometer away, so we solve it here. But we have to pick up the firewood ourselves, and that carbon is used to burn bricks."

   Hearing that there was hot water, Vanus breathed a sigh of relief.

   In this ghost weather, the river surface will freeze.

   Taking a cold shower is like torture!

  …

   Late at night.

   After taking a bath and changing into a fur coat, Vanus was sitting in the shed with the brazier lit when the foreman Yang Ergou came over and handed him a wooden box.

  The shape of the wooden box is very similar to the mold of the yard brick, but it is not dipped in mud. Inside is a piece of hot roasted croissant, and a piece of jerky with a **** and a thumb.

   "The hot water is on the stove, you can get it yourself if you need it." Yang Ergou sat next to him and grinned, "How did it feel on the first day of work? Are you still used to it?"

  Vanus smiled bitterly in his heart, how dare he complain.

   Working here, at least there is fire roasting. After closing the cave, I have more leisure time. I don’t know how much more comfortable he is than the subordinates who dig trenches in the north.

   "It feels good... How long have you lived here?"

   Yang Ergou said.

   "It's been over a month, what's wrong?"

  Vanus: "You look familiar here, I thought you've been here for a long time."

   Yang Ergou said with a smile: "It's not familiar, but it really feels like home to those of us."

  Vanus: "Home?"

Yang Ergou: "That's right, we were all dying people, and we almost died in the dungeon of the plunderers. Later, the wise manager of Shenwu planted the flag on the plunderer's lair. . . . those of us who were rescued had nowhere to go, so we just stayed."

   In fact, he still has a place to go compared to the rescued people whose homes were destroyed. After leaving the Wetland Park and walking south for four or five kilometers, he can reach Beit Street, where his relatives are all there.

   But how can it be comfortable here at home?

   Not only has a warm house, but also firewood for heating, he manages three meals a day, and gives money... To be honest, before he came here, it was the first time he heard that there was such a thing as dinner in this world.

  Bette Street is not very popular for dinner, and even oil lamps are a rarity. As soon as it gets dark, the old leech's castle is still lit, and everyone went under the covers early to rest. At most in the evening, make a pot of green wheat paste, dry it into green wheat cakes, and save it as dry food for the next day.

   After the old Leech family was chased away by the manager's guns and guns, Yang Ergou also took a leave of absence and went back to take a look at the house, but after staying for two days, he ran back here again. Not only did he have no intention of going back, he even wanted to bring his family over.

   The days here are like heaven.

  Yang Ergou talked for a long time, his mouth was dry, and he found that he had been talking all the time, so he glanced at Vanus curiously.

   "Speaking of you? You were also rescued by the manager?"

"Um……"

   Considering the reputation of the Legion outside, Vanus did not dare to say that he was a member of the Legion, so he nodded vaguely.

Yang Ergou's eyes lit up, but he didn't doubt it, and then he continued to talk to him about how good the life here is. Alien harassment.

   Listening to the foreman, Vanus fell silent, not knowing what he was thinking.

   The people here also seem to be living in order.

   However, the territory under the rule of the Legion is two completely different orders.

He has no doubt in his heart that the order of the legion is supreme, only the strong can talk about civilization, and only the strong can live in this barbaric world that adheres to the law of the jungle, while the weak are born slaves, and inferior genes and personalities are not worthy of support. Straight back alive. And as a member of this powerful group, with Hesuojin flowing in his veins, he deserves to have the most luxurious material enjoyment, whether it is a luxurious mansion, gold, fine wine or beauty...

   But Vanus also had to admit in his heart that perhaps these weak and subordinates with impure bloodlines and contaminated genes would indeed have a more comfortable life here.

The    order gave them the greatest tolerance, allowing them to enjoy while building.

  Let people who burn bricks eat meat?

   is just crazy.

  …

   Around ten in the evening.

   News came from Changchang Farm that a group of refugees wandered from the north. Among them, most of them were old and weak, women and children, about a hundred of them. Like Wu Tiefu and the others, they were all nomads who came from the north, but the number was obviously much larger.

   After hearing the news, Chu Guang immediately released a mission and summoned two drivers who could drive trucks, as well as more than 30 young players who were still online, to go to Changchang Farm to support.

  Because the manager gave too much, many young players who just came back from Changchang Farm didn't even unload their equipment, and followed them.

   When passing the northern part of Wetland Park, Chu Guang suddenly remembered that he seemed to have thrown a regiment commander at the brick factory, so he stopped by to take a look.

   When he arrived at the brick kiln, except for Yang Ergou, who was on duty at night, and another brick-burner, everyone else had already slept.

   Over the shack, snoring came and went.

  Chu Guang found Yang Ergou, looked at him and asked.

   "How is the person I handed you doing today? Has he been lazy? Or doesn't he listen to discipline?"

   Hearing that the manager asked about the foreigner, Yang Ergou didn't think much and replied respectfully.

   "Did you mean yesterday's one? He works pretty hard, but he's a little clumsy and doesn't feel very smart."

   It seems that this man has two brushes, can bend and stretch, no wonder he can be the captain of a thousand.

  This Vanus is so obedient, it saves him a lot of trouble.

   "Well, got it."

   After learning about the situation here, Chu Guang turned around and went to the north gate of the Wetland Park to meet the little players waiting there.

  Two light trucks, carrying more than 30 people, set off in a mighty manner.

   While Chu Guang and his party were on their way, at the same time, outside the north gate of Changchang Farmhouse, it was a mess at the moment.

   Hundreds of refugees circled around the door, not daring to approach, but had no intention of retreating, and negotiated with old Luca who was standing at the door.

   Behind the old Luca is a guard with a wrench.

   The fifteen guards were divided into two groups, standing in a row at the door and a row on the wall, holding guns tightly in their hands, waiting in full force.

  Standing next to the wrench, the young guard did not dare to relax his vigilance for a moment, staring at the group of refugees in front of him, even carefully controlling the white breath from his mouth.

   "I've said it before... such a big smoke will definitely attract bad people."

   Another guard standing beside him cursed in a low voice.

   "How dare those people approach? Aren't they afraid that we are predators?"

"Hehe, what kind of stubborn do you think they are? Look at those people, obviously they all have shotguns behind their backs! I bet, if we didn't have fifteen guns here and built such a high wall, I'm afraid we would have to fight today. A tough fight!"

   the young guard whispered.

The comrades next to    all expressed their agreement, and did not doubt this sentence at all, not even the slightest disagreement.

  In the wasteland, kindness is rarer than gold. Even the neighbors are not completely at ease, let alone these refugees who live in no fixed place?

   When encountering a force stronger than himself, each of them is a little white sheep who can sing and dance. When encountering a force of survivors weaker than himself, it is not surprising that all of them take off their sheepskins and become hungry wolves.

  Similar cases are no longer news in the wasteland!

   "The wind is too strong outside, our children and pregnant women are about to freeze to death... Please do well, let us rest here for a while, and we will leave when the snowstorm passes."

   Standing in front of the refugee team was a burly man with an iron-barreled rifle on his back and a revolver on his waist not far from his right hand.

  Old Luca noticed that the corners of his clothes were dipped in dried blood, but he wasn't sure whether it was the blood of a beast or a man.

   Judging from the respect and awe in the eyes of the people around him when they looked at his back, this man is probably their patriarch or leader, and his prestige is not low.

   It is indeed impossible to travel long distances in the wasteland with so many people.

   "I can't be the master of this matter, I have to wait for my master to come." Although standing in front of this strong man was like a dry branch, there was no cowardice on Old Luca's face.

   His master is a strong man who can even defeat the Blood Hand clan, and he can even gain the respect of companies far away on the east coast.

   Just a few refugees, not enough to frighten him.

The    man stared at him and continued.

   "Where is he? Can I talk to him?"

"He's on his way here, and he'll be there soon," old Luca raised his chin slightly, looked at him, and continued in a calm and powerful tone, "before visiting someone else's house, shouldn't it be? Say your name first. Who are you, who is the person behind you, where are you from, and where are you going?"

  The man stared at the old man for a long time, then glanced at the guards behind him and on the fence, as if to judge whether these people were easy to mess with.

   Old Luca frowned.

   "It seems that you have no sincerity to communicate, so we have nothing to talk about."

   "Sorry, I was abrupt." Seeing that old Luca seemed to be about to leave, the man hurriedly said, "My name is Li, and most of us are from the middle of the River Valley Province."

  Luca: "What do you mean mostly?"

   The man called Li nodded and continued.

   "We don't come from the same survivor settlement. At least half of the people here joined us halfway."

  Luca: "It doesn't make sense. If it's really like you said, you used to be a survivor's colony, why did you suddenly leave there? And it's still winter."

"Because of the **** war, we don't want to, but we have to go," Li said angrily, "You should have heard that the Legion's people have been fighting in the north for a whole year, and the recent sudden cold winter probably made them persist. If we can’t go any further, people will flee to the south.”

   Luca frowned.

   "You met the Legion?"

Li said angrily: "To be precise, we encountered the rout of the legion. Those people are no different from the looters, they **** everything they see! Damn, I even feel that the looters can negotiate anyway, but they are simply A bunch of utter scum! Beasts! Scum!"

   This burly man poured out almost all the swear words in his stomach, and detailed their atrocities in the northern and central regions.

  However, the focus of old Luca was not on these details, but on listening to what this person meant…

   Legion seems to have lost?

   Or at least close to losing.

   After all, if there was an organized looting, it would not be a rout.

   A look of surprise appeared in Luca's eyes.

The manager seemed to have said before that the expeditionary force of the Northern Legion could send a full formation of 2,000 people to run desertions and intercept the pioneers of the enterprise. Get ready to grab some goodies and go.

  If these people are telling the truth, then the manager is afraid that he really guessed...

   The surprise in old Luca's eyes gradually turned into admiration.

   And the man named Li was still pouring bitter water, trying to persuade the old man in front of him to let them in.

   At this time, the sound of an engine suddenly came from a distance.

   There was a commotion among the refugees who surrounded the wall, and panic expressions appeared on their faces. Li also took a half step back alertly, and put his right hand on the pistol on his waist.

The    wrench stared at him, his thumb had pushed aside the arbitrator's insurance, and several guards next to him raised their guns slightly.

   Seeing that the atmosphere took a turn for the worse, Old Luca quickly raised his hand to signal everyone to calm down, despite the surprise in his eyes.

   "Don't be impulsive! It's the manager!"

   Mr. Manager?

  Li was slightly stunned.

   At this moment, the two headlights in front of the truck suddenly came on.

  Li looked in the direction of the light, his eyes narrowed unconsciously, and he saw a stalwart figure standing beside the truck with the lights on.

   That man should be their manager.

   Or to put it another way, he is the lord here.

   He has an exoskeleton on his body, and what makes people unable to ignore is not the rifle behind him, nor the warhammer standing beside him.

   It was the warriors who were staring at him behind him, and the rifles in their hands.

   Facing the dazzling light, there was a chill in Li's heart.

   At the same time, a cadenced voice passed through the snow and came from afar.

   "Drop your weapons and accept our placement."

"or--"

   "Where did you come from, where did you go back!"

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   (The next chapter will come out before eleven o'clock, everyone please be patient)

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