"Okay, it's settled. I'm moving tomorrow. The oil truck here happens to be going to Yining. I'll spend some money to take a ride there... uh... when can you transport the meat there? Don't lie to me.

!This is all my property. If you don’t come, I will have to dig coal in the coal mine!”

The tea stall owner was overjoyed. He originally wanted to make a profit from it, but he didn't want to play tricks this time. He was sincere, and we can't always be bad guys. Two pieces of peace of mind are enough to eat and drink. But this deal will eventually work out.

The failure to do it does not depend on his determination, but on the ability of the herdsmen. In this regard, he is not too sure.

"Herdsman, I'm not lying! Two weeks..." When the man heard that the tea stall owner didn't believe what he said, he immediately became unhappy and placed the tea bowl heavily on the table.

"Okay, okay, then I'll go over and find a place to stay... By the way, be careful when you go out later. There are a few people who have been looking this way for a long time. You may be stared at."

With a better livelihood, the tea stall owner no longer wanted to sell tea. He didn't say a word for a long time, and he didn't add firewood to the stove. However, his eyes were not idle, and the time spent chatting was fruitful.

"Herdsmen, you are not afraid of fighting!" The man finished his tea and ate most of a piece of compressed biscuit. Hearing the words of the tea stall owner, he was unmoved. He lifted up his cloak to reveal the hatchet in his waist, got up and pushed the cart away.

"Oh... what a weirdo..." The tea stall owner looked at the man's back and looked hesitant. Should he follow this weirdo to the main base to hang out? If you don't go, the good opportunity will be gone. Go,

I really don't know if this guy will live past two weeks.

"It seems like it's been four years... He's still alive!" After being stunned for a while, the tea stall owner seemed to have figured it out, got up and started to close the stall. He had known this weirdo for a while, and it was so long that he could hardly remember how many people there were.

years.

Since there is nothing wrong with the weirdo every time he goes alone, and he can catch the blue devil alone, and bring it here safely to sell to the garrison, it means that he must be very capable.

Now it was time to think about whether he could fulfill the contract in two weeks, not him but himself. Taking a ride on the garrison's fuel delivery vehicle was not an easy task and would cost a lot.

In fact, the herdsmen are not honest at all, oh yes, not all herdsmen, just this one. He is not afraid of fights, and wants to fight with others with an axe. He only rode about a kilometer away from the sentry post, then left the main road and turned into the road.

In the ruins next to it, it seems like I want to spend the night here.

When the four people following him quietly touched it, bright red flowers suddenly appeared on their bodies. As if they had been hit hard, they fell backwards and lay in the thick dust in a short period of time.

A figure slowly walked out of the ruins, wearing a hood, a ragged cloak, reflective snow goggles, and worn-out military boots. Yes, it was that silly and bold herdsman.

But he was holding a very finely crafted pistol with a silencer in his hand. He had holsters and scabbards strapped to his thighs, and a longer barrel hung faintly on the right side of his body. His chest

Hanging on the tactical vest exposed from the front are these two round grenades with blue tiles, which are particularly eye-catching.

"If I hadn't found something more fun, none of you bastards would have thought of running away!"

He walked up to the corpse with a flourish, raised his hand and fired four more times. Not only did the weapon change, his aura changed, but even his accent changed. There was still the slightest taste of mutton skewers, but it looked like a bowl of rotten meat.

Damn it, it tastes delicious and satisfies cravings, braised and cooked on fire.

After confirming that all four people were dead, they briefly searched their bodies, took away all the useful ones, and then picked up the bullet casings. Then they dragged the four corpses to the roadside and arranged them in a row, and found a broken asbestos tile to cover the corpses.

. He found a lipstick from his backpack and scribbled on the asbestos tiles: You will be punished for your own misfortune... He was charged with robbery and sentenced to death. The executioner was: Yoro!

"You don't have a long memory, do you? Don't worry, I will come back when I have time. Whoever robs me of a biscuit will have to bask in the sun here like you!" He took two steps back and looked at it, and felt that there were a few strokes written on it.

If it's not quite full, move closer and trace again until you're satisfied.

"I want to walk from south to north, and I want to walk from white to black. I want everyone to see me, but not know who I am..." The wheels turned again, and the singing started. This time it was confirmed, it was

Braised and roasted, double portions of large intestine are added, the flavor is too strong!

Under the blue sky and white clouds, a pool of clear water reflects a charming light blue under the sunlight. The green grass on the shore has not completely turned green, but eager wild flowers are blooming in clusters here and there, red and yellow.

, purple, pink, white, colorful.

As if the colors of nature were not bright enough, a few pieces of transparent ice were dotted on the shore. After looking at it, the contrast was not strong enough, so I might as well add a few more snow-capped mountains in the distance.

There are both far and near, and the lake in the middle, which is like a big mirror, seems too calm. It is dotted with a shadow of a sail... Well, the picture feels much better, and the layers are richer. But it is all still, and it is too monotonous. Come on.

Come on, get two groups of sheep and let them spread freely on the hillside to graze.

Alas, painting skills have improved every year since there were no human interruptions. Nature is very proud of it, so it doesn’t mind individual humans adding bricks and tiles to its canvas.

A row of cylindrical houses appeared again on the gentle slope of the west bank. They have doors, windows, and chimneys. In front are two small pieces of reclaimed land, and behind are horse pens surrounded by solid steel pipes, and tall buildings.

A small wind turbine. Unfortunately, the wind is not strong today, so all the fan blades are resting.

"Creak... creak..." The off-road tires with deep treads made a slight friction sound as they ran over the asphalt road surface that was cracked and covered with dry stems and vines of various plants.

The man stopped at the door of the round cabin and stood there for two or three minutes. His head kept turning left and right, as if he was looking for something. Then he got off the car, raised the mountain bike high and hung it on the hook on the wall.

.

He took off his tattered mop-like cloak and placed the rifles, pistols, magazines, grenades, daggers, and hatchets neatly on the table made of logs, and then untied the dirty clothes.

She took off her sheepskin jacket, worn-out marine boots and sheepskin trousers, revealing a faded tactical vest and camouflage uniform inside.

After a while, he had already stripped naked, and finally took off his snow goggles, revealing a pair of slender eyes and a slightly youthful face that did not match the big beard and gray hair, as well as a grin on his back.

A weird rat head color tattoo that seems to be smiling but not smiling.

"Plop..." Running across the grass, the damaged road, and the gravel beside the lake, the man jumped up and plunged into the lake, smashing the large blue-tiled mirror and also breaking the atmosphere here.

It was quiet and attracted the attention of several whooper swans in the distance.

They did not panic and run away, but straightened their noble necks and approached here at the most elegant and fastest speed. As long as the familiar figure appeared by the lake, it meant that food was coming.

"Da da da... da da da..." But a rhythmic tapping sound further away made the whooper swans hesitate. The figure on horseback not only refused to feed, but also threw stones. So the swans

We decided that it would be better not to get too close until this person walked away.

"Hey, Kerim, when did you come back?" The man in the water only swam a hundred or ten meters before returning to the shallow water area. He wiped his head and body with foam, waited for the horseman to approach, and greeted him warmly.

"Afanti, God bless you to be alive, strong wine, not red wine!"

The man on horseback spoke with the same accent as the previous man. His Chinese was very poor. He just jumped out word after word, which was very incoherent. Moreover, he had a very Central Asian face with obvious features. He was in his thirties or forties.

Even at this age, he also has a big beard.

"Yes, there is salt, cumin and chili pepper!" the man yelled, turned around and got into the water again, rinsing all the foam from his head, face and body.

"You ran to the city again, you are such a madman... drive... I will kill the sheep!" Kerim grinned when he heard that there was wine and precious spices, and he did not forget to complain.
Chapter completed!