Area A of the Donusk Ruins Camp in the early morning was not very lively. After all, after two large-scale battles with the unintentional people and the lost people this year and last year, the Sunnese Empire basically achieved simple control of this area.

The edge of the camp is closest to the loess Gobi, and you can even see the main road leading to the ruins of the Donusk city and the nearby scattered villages in the distance is where the temporary garage at Brett's mouth is located.

Since the "Shixin-03" line was destroyed by unintentional people, it is now full of scorching fluid and various pollution sources. Therefore, the area used to store trains and various military combat vehicles and tanks was separately divided into several factories to provide services for the maintenance, storage and maintenance of vehicles used by the legions [soldiers] from various places to the place.

This place is a semi-official and semi-civilian nature. According to the relevant provisions of the "Shine-Nether Empire Civil Law", when the imperial official funds cannot be in place, some low-level military facilities can be organized and jointly operated by local forces, companies, or teams registered with the Explorer Association.

As long as taxes are paid on time and agreed to be requisitioned free of charge during the war in the empire, this method can bring considerable benefits to all parties.

Of course, many [scholars] and "administrators" in the empire who profited from it were supported by this.

Wright and the other four walked through a simple road made of cheap stones such as bluestone and walked towards a magnificent iron gate that revealed a mottled atmosphere.

After Bret pushed it away with force, what caught his eye was a parking lot parked with various military mechanical tanks, and an "internal garage area" similar to the "Jiyuan Factory" ordinary production plant in Socra City.

The weather in early summer of the Empire is changing a lot, but overall, the weather in early April and May is mainly hot at noon and cool in the morning and evening.

As soon as he walked into the temporary garage area, Wright felt a cold breeze passing through his body, even more bitter than the strong winds of winter.

Walking a few steps along the cement road of only a few imperial soldiers wearing unconstrained uniforms, a small iron gate that was not large appeared in front of Wright and the other four.

After removing the open door lock hanging in the middle of the iron door, Brett walked in easily.

"I remember my mechanical chariot was parked in the Z-20 area. In the morning, I handed over the 'staging card' and the new coins to Miyou, the child. Do you think he will run away with the money? Hahaha." Bret said, and a hearty laugh came out from his throat.

"Bret." Wright stared at him with a resentful look on his face and said breathlessly:

"I suggest that you pay attention to the woman on me when you have unreasonable doubts about your own people? After the three non-staff members were dealt with by you, you didn't want to touch this woman and let me carry him on her back. You should know that I have eaten that box of canned food from noon yesterday to now, and I've vomited, and I'm dizzy now."

"Although that woman is related to the quiet high ground, it should be related to you. Think about it, Brett is so strong and I am so handsome, why didn't that woman ask us for help at first sight, but just grabbed your hand?" Molos's mouth outlined a smile of unknown attitude.

If it weren't for a teammate, Wright would have "physically trimmed" the face with strange aura, sunken eyes, and blood-colored lips with dry skin, so that it would look more like a normal human.

"I don't know either. Are you sure you won't come...yue... to help?" Wright retwrinkled in pain.

It seemed that a large amount of gastric acid was still secreting from his empty stomach. Because the acid was unable to digest food, it "wanted" to reflux to the esophagus and then gushed out of his mouth.

"You are the only psychic person in our team, and only you can get close to her without any injury. You know the definition of psychic person is a person with special abilities on the surface, and even those who master the magic power and use extraordinary abilities. People with props can count. But in fact, they still need to firmly believe that they are humans, willing to believe in human gods, and serve humans. That Miyou is different. He is a real loser." Molos turned his head and looked at the relatively empty "internal garage area" around him, and explained a distraction.

"Can the psychic and the lost be divided into two races based on different beliefs and attitudes? It's really ridiculous." Wright muttered, sticking out his tongue, unable to understand this outrageous thing from his own knowledge level with reality.

"So I said, I hope that the Empire can build an inclusive world where humans, the lost, or humans of different skin colors can live in peace." Brett took over the conversation and said:

"Wright, actually, when I talked about the psychics before, I did hide some of my attitude. At that time, in Socra, all our actions would be monitored by the 'policing team'. But it was different in the outside area. I could express my thoughts as much as possible. If someone dared to use this to threaten me, I wouldn't mind letting him taste my fist. I'm still a fighting expert, right? "

As he said that, he spread his arms crossed in front of his chest, clenched his fists with both hands, and took a half-step back with his right leg, making a gesture like a fighter participating in a boxing match.

"Uh, Brett. I think our attention should be kept on this woman. She fainted after seeing such a nauseating scene just now. Although I had never talked to her, I could sense that in addition to the so-called "semi-lost" atmosphere, she also had an invisible sense of arrogance and dignity. With a fluent imperial language, I could feel that there was endless knowledge in his brain." Wright turned his head back and looked at the woman on his back and analyzed.

"Is it a teacher? Or a professor?" Molos subconsciously hung his hands next to his bodies on both sides, and said in confusion.

Just as Wright forcedly suppressed the dizziness and vomiting, a familiar roar of motors belonging to mechanical chariots suddenly came to his ears.

Two or three seconds later, a medium-sized mechanical chariot that was about the size of a truck but was close to the overall style of a military jeep or a pickup truck was parked in front of them.

Looking at the rolling black smoke emitted from the exhaust pipe at the rear, Wright did not care about his choking feeling and stepped forward in three or two steps to open the rear door of the mechanical chariot with yellow and military green colors, and put the woman straight in.

After all, he saw a familiar long dark red hair through the windshield of the cab and a white face with a tiny wound.

He followed Wright's footsteps and quickly stepped forward, leaned against the driver's door, half of his head into the open door glass, and asked with a strong voice from his throat:

"Miyou, have you done it?"

"It's done, Brother Brett. Including the check-in tank, renovation and repair, and the cost of stopping here for two days, it's a total of 9 SGD 80 points. I don't have to return the remaining 20 points, after all, this will make others say you are stingy." Mi You closed her left eye tightly, her right eye opened slightly, and she stuck out her tongue and made a cute move that suited his identity.

"Okay, but let Wright and Molos get in the car first. You go to the back seat and I will drive. After all, I got an Imperial A-level driver's license at that time in Kusha City, and I can basically drive except for trains. Of course, except for planes."

"Okay, Brother Brett. Since I saw the red sky just now, I feel a little palpitations, and my heart feels tingling from time to time. Also, I have to make it clear that as a blood clan, the stronger the sun's rays, the more sleepy I feel. I guess I don't have much ability to participate in the battle until the sun sets in the afternoon." Miyou yawned and said.

"Okay, I try to walk the avenue as much as possible. I can encounter many convoys of other legions there, and it will be easier when I encounter unintentional people." Breitt agreed.

After placing the woman smoothly on a row of seats made of leather on the back of the mechanical chariot, Molos thoughtfully took out a blanket embroidered with the "Edelweiss" pattern from his backpack and covered the woman's body.

Immediately afterwards, the three of them stuffed their backpacks into the trunk full of food, firearms, repair equipment, medical supplies and other supplies, Brett naturally sat in the front row.

Mi You felt that the sleepiness that was permeating his brain became more and more intense. After leaning against the middle seat closest to the right window, he curled up together, closed his eyes and started taking a nap.

Wright lay on the left side of the open window, pulled open a can of "cultivated meat" and started to enjoy it alone, so as to restore the body that had just felt exhausted by carrying the woman on her back.

But the most embarrassing thing was Molos. He placed his hands upright on his knees and looked around. No one was willing to chat with him.

In desperation, he had to take out a "Chekavsk City News" from his arms, which was distributed in more than February, and put on monocles with golden lace outlines. One of his bosses reads the scattered and now seemingly meaningless content.

The mechanical chariot Bret drove away from the "temporary garage" without any obstacles, and after nearly fifteen minutes of driving along the yellow dusty road, he finally saw the wall of barbed wire and a tall camp gate with iron, red rust and scarlet contamination.

Unlike the entrance close to the train station when you come, the common exit checkpoint appears more formal and strict.

In addition to a few iron fences, there are two high platforms built with cement on both sides of the gate. Two soldiers wearing yellow military uniforms stand above, holding a pair of telescopes produced by the "Jiyuan Factory" for various places, in order to issue warnings in advance when possible unintentional crowds invade here, so that the camp can enter combat readiness as quickly as possible.

"Hello, please show your ID." The soldiers standing at the door stopped the mechanical chariots they were riding.

He was wearing a military green uniform similar to Molos and a simple set of pure black armor. In his hand, he held a slender "Dark Night-02" rifle produced by the "Dark Night Light" factory in Chekavsk.

It seems that he should have worked in the Chekavsk Legion before.

"Have the inspection become stricter now? I heard that I could enter and exit at will before." Bret asked with a puzzled look on his face.

But he still put his right hand with tactical gloves into the inner pocket of the Guard's silver-white top uniform, and took out the square cardboard "resident's certificate" made of, and there was also a "membership certificate" made of similar material with steel stamps.

Sure enough, after seeing the "Red Earth 2" professional rank information in red at the end of Bret's ID, his eyes were filled with respect. Not only did he not continue to check other people's IDs or check vehicles, he performed an army etiquette and said with a respectful look:

"Sir. Now the inspection is strictly carried out for the battle after a period of time. You also know that this battle of the Silent Highlands is very important to us. My sir said that as long as the Empire wins this battle, we can take advantage of the opportunity to attack and destroy the Lost Church, thereby completely eliminating the unintentional people in the Empire.

Although our Dunusk Legion is not in the main battle sequence, there have been many unintentional people gathered on the city ruins recently. We have to ensure that no lost people mingle in our camp to obtain information and command unintentional people to launch an attack. Please understand this."

"It can be understood." Bret nodded and smiled:

"After all, there have been reports of being infiltrated by the Lost, and some people have taken the initiative to betray humans. But you can see which one of our car looks like the Lost, and which one looks like a Traitor?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "I dare not, sir." The soldier shook his head with respect and smiled:

"But I heard that several operational squads under our legion were ambushed before. But according to the people they fled back, it seems that they are not the losers, but the organized 'residing hunters'. You also know that they are very annoyed. Although they have also ambushed the losers and the unintentional people, they will snatch our material without any mercy."

"We will definitely pay attention, after all, we also need to go to the quiet high ground and may not avoid dealing with them." Brett responded with a smile.

"Okay, good luck." The soldier said "blessed" after exchanging the two documents to Bret.

"It will go smoothly, so will you." Bret smiled at the black army badge carved with double-headed eagle patterns on the soldier's chest.

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After passing through the barbed wire fence card with a slightly depressing atmosphere in the camp, Brett finally found the unique feeling of starting a mechanical chariot.

He galloped on the broken road with yellow sand and dust, as if he was a great knight from the Second Age, wearing silver-white armor and holding a three-meter long sword.

In his brief fantasy, he was fully armed, facing the scorching sun and the uncontrollable masculine smell emitted from his armor, riding on a tall brown-haired horse.

He stroked the black-skin steering wheel with both hands, more like he was stroking the body of a precious horse with bright red sweat, and intoxicated it.

He still remembers that major cities in the empire would hold a wasteland sports meeting at the same time every four years around August, and both workers, military personnel, guards, and all kinds of scattered personnel could participate.

Equestrianism is also one of the important events of the Wasteland Sports Games.

This is not only to gather morale to confront unintentional people and losers, but also with high rewards for new coins, it can improve the physical fitness of people in various cities under the control of the empire in all aspects, and thus provide better "talents" for production and combat.

Bret was immersed in the pleasant feeling of driving a mechanical chariot, and he didn't even bother to appreciate the unique scenery in the Gobi area in front of him.

In the distance, there are unlimited undulating mountains, which look extremely hazy under the rising yellow sand, like a mirage in the desert.

There are many withered trees on both sides of the broken highway. They twisted and posed in various "humble" postures, as if praying to the gods in charge of nature to survive.

There are some messy and yellow weeds near the winding roads, but as the speed of mechanical chariots accelerates, the ruins of the Dunusk city and nearby scattered villages in the distance have gradually become clearer from the hazy and looming state.
Chapter completed!