At about three in the morning, the circus began to pack up.

Torches were lit on the open space at the entrance of the village. Unlocked the cables fixed to the wooden stakes, and the circus tent suddenly faded like a ball. Everyone's movements were very light, trying not to disturb the sleeping villagers.

About two hours later, everything was finished. When dawn was approaching, the caravan quietly started and drove out of the village one by one.

When we come, we are busy, but when we leave, we are quiet. This is the tradition of wild circus. Reunion is happy, separation is painful. Leave happiness and leave quietly.

When the villagers woke up, the huge circus tent disappeared, and happiness remained in their memory, and then they calmed down and returned to their original life.

A few minutes later, the silent wasteland ushered in the first dawn in the horizon.

In the faint morning light, the caravan with a long snake slowly moved forward. Margarice sat on the roof, shaking her two white and tender calves, with a leisurely look and blowing bubble gum.

"Bang!"

The pink bubbles exploded, and the sound of Mrs. Ursula's lesson was heard immediately in the tent.

"How many times have I said that only female hooligans eat such indecent things!" "Okay OK OK, I know!"

The convoy drove slowly to the next location. It may be because of the old vehicles, and the speed was very slow, with a speed of only about 30 kilometers per hour.

The wheels pounded with the ground, and leisurely time passed quickly, and it was evening in a blink of an eye.

Under the setting sun, the red wasteland was coated with a layer of light gold, like the orange-red fire in an iron furnace.

"It's almost time to the ostrich's nest, and spend the night there at night."

A hoarse middle-aged male voice came from the walkie-talkie.

After a while, several huge weathered rocks appeared in front of them. Under the erosion of wind and rain, the edges and corners gradually disappeared and became round. The name of the ostrich nest is very vivid, and these oval weathered rocks are like a pile on the Gobi Desert.

Ostrich egg.

The convoy stopped, and people got out of the car one after another, stretched their waists and moved their muscles. They bumped all day long, and were a little tired.

"Soom!"

Just as everyone was a little relaxed, a black shadow suddenly rushed out of the side of the weathered rock, and rushed towards the crowd who had just gotten out of the car at a very fast speed.

"Be careful, there are corpse-eating dogs!"

"Ah, ah!"

People screamed and dispersed. An old blind man who was slow to move could not hide. He was bitten by the corpse dog that rushed up to him and let out a painful wail.

A young man with a rifle ran over, swung the butt stock and smashed the corpse-eater dog away, and then shot several times in the head.

The gunshots alarmed the corpse dogs behind the weathered rock and ran out one after another.

There are about 200 people in this circus, and there are more than a dozen people in charge of being escorts, but their weapons are all very simple, with only the most common single shotguns and black star pistols.

There are about twenty or thirty corpse dogs, and they can only kill one by three shots on average. They are relatively flexible. There are only a dozen weapons, and they soon fall into a tough battle.

Seeing several corpse dogs breaking through the defense line and about to pounce on the panicked crowd, Margarice pulled out the safety buckle and held the Uz submachine gun and fired.

The automatic weapon has obvious effect than a single-shot weapon. The corpse dogs rushing over are shot and fall to the ground, or are directly swept away, making painful sobs.

Not long after, the corpse dog was completely wiped out, but the old blind man was seriously injured, his shoulder blades were bitten and several blood holes were bleeding.

The two young men carried the old blind man to the caravan and leaned against the tire. They tore open the cloth strip and bandaged it, and finally stopped the bleeding.

It was fine at first, but after dinner, the old blind man's face began to appear bruises and severe coughing.

Several familiar disabled people gathered around and fed the old blind man water, but did not relieve the symptoms at all.

"He lost too much blood and was infected with zombie virus and needed antidotes and treatment needles." Mrs. Ursula, who had been a nurse, came to check and made a diagnosis.

Several disabled people looked at each other without saying a word.

"Let your leader come here."

At the request of Mrs. Ursula, the leader of the circus came.

"This..." The leader seemed very hesitant. The price of a healing needle was fifty gold coins. The wild Circus could not afford it at all. The antidote was cheaper, but it also cost several gold coins, which was also difficult to pay.

Seeing the commander in a dilemma, Mrs. Ursula sighed and said, "Give him treatment, I'll pay the money."

"That's great, the old blind man is saved." "Thank you, kind-hearted lady." "Good people will be rewarded, and the God of the Wild will definitely bless you." "May you be healthy forever!"

However, when the antidote and treatment needle were sent, the old blind man pushed away and said angrily, "I'm about to die, leave it to the children..."

"Madam, kind-hearted lady, thank you for everything you have done for me. When I see the God of Wildness, I will definitely ask him to bless you."

Mrs. Ursula's eyes turned red and she ran away with her mouth. She was kind by nature and could not stand sad things.

The old blind man left that night. There was no antidote. In order not to turn himself into a living dead, the old blind man ended his life with a knife.

The circus man dug a pit and buried him. There was no funeral or prayer, but just buried him simply. According to the leader, this is the life of the wilderness, come happily and walk quietly.

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The old blind man's departure did not cause any trouble. Everyone seemed to be commonplace and quickly returned to their cheerful appearance. They sat on the tent to play the accordion and sang light songs.

Two days later, the circus came to another planned refugee village, Dashi Village.

The warm atmosphere returned again, with a warm parade first, followed by a big circus and a bonfire carnival...

Margarice jumped onto the fire again and played a song called Swan Lake. The reputation of the Flaming Swan slowly spread.

In the next period of time, they arrived at Niujiao Village, the Laqi tribe, and were getting closer and closer to Orchid Town.

During the journey, Ursula and his group gradually became familiar with the people in the circus, and many people could name them.

The convoy walked slowly in the endless wasteland, happily and leisurely. Margarice sat on the roof of the carport, shaking her feet, looking at the empty world. Thinking that she was about to part, she felt a little reluctant to leave.

Perhaps when he arrived in Orchid Town, he could convince his master to let the circus spend the winter in Orchid Town. In this way, they would not have to go to the colder north and would often see their performances.

Between my thoughts, a large scattered dust suddenly rose from the horizon in the distance. She couldn't help but frown, and then she heard the roar of the engine.

In a blink of an eye, sand trucks rushed out of the dust, and then divided into two groups to surround the circus convoy.

"If there is a situation ahead, stop the car!"

"Don't be afraid, maybe they are passing mercenaries, I believe they won't make things difficult for us."

The stopping convoy was soon surrounded, with more than a dozen sand trucks filled with mercenaries carrying assault rifles, and seventy or eighty people.

"Call someone who can speak out!"

A big man with a fat face jumped out of the passenger seat, his face covered with scars and terrifying shape, like centipedes crawling on his face, making people shudder.

The team leader took the initiative to leave the team and negotiated with the other party.

"I'm the leader..."

"Haha!" The regiment commander was interrupted by the other party's laughter as soon as he opened his mouth. Scarface pointed at him, facing the mercenary accomplices behind him, "Listen, he is still a regiment commander..."

"Hahahahahahahaha!" The mercenaries burst into laughter.

"You are the leader, come on!" Scar's face was full of disdain.

"Captain, he is on an equal footing with you." A young mercenary stepped forward and said, his tone full of mockery.

"No, no, no, I'm just talking, talking..." The circus leader hurriedly denied. When he met this group of soldiers, he couldn't explain clearly, so he could only follow the other party's wishes, hoping that they could get faster

leave.

Scarface grabbed the belt with both hands, walked back and forth, looked at the convoy, and asked, "Are you circus?"

"Yes." The circus leader nodded.

"That happens to be the first time. It's almost the Chinese New Year, and I'm here to perform at our camp." Scarface said.

"This..." The circus leader hesitated, and under the scrutiny of Scarface, he mustered up the courage and refused, "I'm afraid it's not suitable..."

Before he finished speaking, he was kicked to the ground by the young mercenary who looked like an adjutant beside Scarface, pointed at his nose, and threatened, "Our boss asked you to perform, so he should respect you, don't be ungrateful!"

"But, we have made an appointment..." The circus leader wryly and wanted to explain to the other party that they had made an appointment for the itinerary. If it was delayed, it would be difficult for them to explain.

However, unexpectedly, the adjutant ignored his explanation at all, pulled out the armed belt from his waist and pulled it down towards his head.

The circus leader was beaten so hard that he rolled around with his head in his arms, screaming in pain.

Seeing the leader being beaten, a young man in the circus finally couldn't help it. He rushed up with a hunting rifle and pulled the bolt to stop the adjutant's atrocities. However, Scarface pulled out the large revolver on his waist.

, shot the young man.

"Bang!"

The revolver had a very large caliber, almost as if it were a hand cannon. It directly knocked away half of the young man's shoulder, and it was bloody and died on the spot.

"Don't do it!"

When the circus leader saw the young man die tragically, he didn't care about the armed belt he smashed down and hurriedly shouted at the others to stop them from resisting.

The other party placed the camp deep in the wilderness and killed people casually. It must be a group of wandering mercenaries.

If the wild circus is compared to a wandering antelope, then the wandering mercenaries are a group of evil wolves.

Their essence is a group of organized armed robbers. Even the border town does not welcome them, and they can only be stationed in deserted mountains and ridges. They are basically composed of criminals. When they encounter these villains, they can only do so.

Take the blame.

In the third-last caravan behind, Margarice, who witnessed the boy being killed, wanted to rush out, but was dragged back by Mrs. Ursula.
To be continued...