Embers Ad Infinitum

"There is a ship." As the team's sniper, a human who has undergone corresponding genetic modification, Bai Chen's ability to observe distant conditions is only inferior to Gnawa.

When Jiang Baimian heard this, he took the binoculars from his armed belt and brought it to his eyes. When he saw Yao Zhao painted a gourd, he did exactly the same thing.

Soon, the two of them saw clearly the black spot that Bai Chen was referring to.

It was indeed a ship, a ship made of steel but rather crude.

There are a lot of humans on every boat. Some have their legs intact, but they can only crawl on the deck, throwing fishing nets in different directions, and some have pointed heads, shaking, doing some very simple tasks. Some have extra limbs and are busy manipulating ships.

For a team like the "Old Tune Team" that has seen too much and experienced too much on the dust, the characteristics of those humans are so distinctive that they can recognize them at a glance.

Deformed person!

This is similar to the second person. It is a tragedy created by various pollutions. What is even worse for the deformed is that the changes in their bodies are basically useless, and each is different, and it is difficult to form a stable ethnic group.

They are like the disabled among human beings. In the dust where many people starve to death every year, it is difficult to find a place willing to accept them. They can only wait to be eliminated by nature, just like certain creatures in the theory of evolution.

The former "Salvation Army" treated them equally and did not abandon them, but later limited by the food issue, they stopped accepting new ones.

Today, except for certain heavy radiation areas, such people are no longer visible.

"Unexpectedly, there are still many deformities living on this big lake." Jiang Baimian said while observing, "They look like they live by fishing."

Shang Jian Yao held a telescope in one hand and rubbed his chin with the other:

"The question is, where does their ship get the oil?"

Some of these deformed people can read old world books, self-taught, and master the techniques of repairing and maintaining those ships. It is possible that humans cannot rub fuel with their hands, and there are no creatures.

"There should be many islands in such a large lake. Perhaps one or more of them have oil depots built on them, with a lot of reserves." Jiang Baimian said casually, "It may also be that caravans come here regularly to use Change fuel for specialty products."

She put down the binoculars, hung it back to the armed belt, and then looked around:

"Let's go a little further, and leave these poor people alone."

This is the reason on the one hand, and the other reason is that the fish in this big lake have been contaminated and severely distorted. Even if the "old tune group" stayed, they would not dare to taste the "local delicacies" in order to reduce the consumption of materials.

Long Yuehong and others have no objection.

The Jeep of the "Old Tune Team" drove north for nearly an hour along the sometimes ups and downs of the road by the lake, and accidentally discovered that there was a rest spot with a gas station beside a wide Old World highway.

The house at this rest point was well repaired, and there was even light from the windows, which dispelled the dimness of the evening.

In the old world, a similar rest point must have a large parking lot, and this is no exception. Now there are five or six cars sparsely filling the empty area.

"Why do you feel like returning to the hinterland of the'Salvation Army'?" Long Yuehong, who was shifting his car, said in surprise.

Jiang Baimian, who has always been sympathetic to the team members, was sitting in the back row at this time. She looked at the scene outside the window and said:

"It's even a bit like some scenes presented in old world entertainment materials."

After driving a long highway, I finally came across such a rest spot with a gas station, a parking lot, a rest area, and a variety of food and merchandise sales...

Bai Chen pointed to the other side of the co-pilot:

"It seems to belong to the'Salvation Army'."

"Really?" Jiang Baimian did not try to cross Genawah and Shang Jianyao to observe the situation on the opposite side, but patiently waited for Long Yuehong to turn the steering wheel.

Then, she saw four people in black uniforms of the "Salvation Army" patrolling the entrance of the rest station and the parking lot area in pairs.

These people are either carrying the "Red Maple Forest" assault rifle produced by the "Salvation Army" or the "short neck" submachine gun that is more common on the dust. From the temperament point of view, they are indeed like soldiers who have received regular military training rather than A band of bandits on one side.

"Didn't it mean that the'Salvation Army' didn't actually control the ice sheet?" Long Yuehong asked suspiciously.

In other words, the "Salvation Army" only sends people to the ice field on a large scale every summer to search for supplies and hunt wild animals, and has not established long-term settlements.

Shang Jian Yao sneered:

"There are exceptions to everything, just like you did a genetic modification to only 1.75 meters..."

"I'll know if you ask later." Bai Chen interrupted Shang Jianyao's "chanting."

After the "Old Tune Team" parked the jeep, based on their unfamiliarity with this resting spot, Gnawa stayed and guarded the vehicle.

Shang Jianyao went straight to a group of soldiers on patrol, preparing to press his hands on his chest and shouting "For all mankind". As a result, one of the targets preemptively pointed at the connected house in the rest area with his elbow:

"If you have any questions, go in and ask."

What he meant was not to interfere with his patrol and distract the guards.

"Okay." Facing the "Salvation Army", Shang Jianyao was still quite polite.

After entering the door of that house, Jiang Baimian and the others were all bright.

In the roar of the fuel generator, the energy-saving lamps emit a pale light, illuminating the neatly arranged dining table.

These are tables for four, but some are put together, sitting around seven or eight people.

Near the entrance of the hall, there was a counter, behind which stood a low but relatively wide man with ordinary appearance.

He also wore the black uniform of the "Salvation Army" with Wubei 7 pinned around his waist.

"Do you want to see the pass?" Shang Jian Yao asked familiarly.

The man froze for a moment:

"If you have one."

Jiang Baimian immediately handed over the pass issued by Hong Guangming. Valley

The ordinary-looking man reached out his hand to take it, and glanced casually.

"This pass does not include smart robots.

"When four people enter the settlement, they cannot carry heavy weapons, high-tech equipment, or crates."

Uh... the man raised his head, and looked at Jiang Baimian and others with surprise and solemnity.

He interpreted the two contents attached to the pass from another angle:

The team on the opposite side really has intelligent robots, heavy weapons, and high-tech equipment instead of equipment.

"We didn't bring anything, and we didn't carry any crates." Jiang Baimian smiled.

Compared with the Honghe people, her appearance is more in line with the aesthetics of the gray people. The man looked at it and said:

"Meet the requirements of the pass, you can enter the rest point of Bei'an Lake."

"You really belong to the'Salvation Army'?" Long Yuehong asked curiously.

The man nodded, stretched out his right hand, and pressed his left chest:

"right.

"But for you, doesn't it make much sense? Are we not members of the'Salvation Army'? You will not rest here tonight to replenish fuel and other supplies?"

"Supplement also has the difference between civilized and uncivilized." Bai Chen replied briefly.

Uncivilized refers to looting directly.

The man was speechless.

After a few seconds, he smiled

"You can try."

He looks quite confident.

"Really?" Shang Jian Yao was eager to try.

Jiang Baimian took a step diagonally, stood in front of this guy, and said with a smile:

"We are just wondering how could there be a rest point for the'Salvation Army' on the ice field.

"By the way, how do you call it?"

The man murmured:

"Chang Haijiang."

He paused and said:

"Similar rest points, our'Salvation Army' has also rebuilt a lot on the ice field, mainly for our teams to rest and supplement.

"You don't think that only in summer, our'Salvation Army' will send people to the ice field, do you?"

He did think so...Long Yuehong was suddenly a little embarrassed.

Chang Haijiang pointed to the north:

"The simplest ~www.readwn.com~ We have established several icefield weather observation and research stations, which are stationed throughout the year.

"Climate change in the ice sheet indirectly affects the food harvest in the north of our Salvation Army."

Papa, Shang Jianyao clapped.

Jiang Baimian was moved in his heart, took off his tactical backpack, flipped through a photo, and handed it to Chang Haijiang:

"Have you met this person?"

The picture shows Ding Ling’s husband Ji Qiang.

Although Ding Ling did not have any extra photos, the "Old Tune Team" had Genawah. At that time, they completed the scan and established the electronic data. After returning to Wubei, they relied on the bill exchange to find a special shop to print out the photos.

Chang Haijiang took the photo and looked at it for a while and said:

"I haven't seen it. What did you do?"

"The scientific researcher is also a member of your'Salvation Army'. He came to Bingyuan two years ago and never returned." Jiang Baimian explained briefly, "We are entrusted by our family to come to Bingyuan to find him."

"Two years?" Chang Haijiang raised his eyebrows. "His unit didn't give notice of death?"

"I don't know this very well, maybe the family is still unwilling to accept it, and don't want to give up." Jiang Baimian opened his mouth.

Chang Haijiang recognized this explanation and nodded:

"Well, our gray people have a habit of seeing people in life and corpses in death."

He looked at the photo carefully for a while:

"I have no impression."

When Shang Jian Yao sighed, Chang Haijiang's conversation turned:

"But two years ago, a group of people with strange behaviors did pass by.

"They didn't go to the rest point, they just sent three people in to replenish fuel and supplies, and they bought a batch of cooked food. They seemed to be very defensive for us, and they didn't know why.

"Everyone is a member of the'Salvation Army', why bother?"