"..."
Yuri's shout of "I have it!" stunned Smith.
This also intimidated the members of the Mutual Aid Society.
Aside from the agitated refugees, everyone else looked at Yuri with a strange gaze.
At the crucial moment, President Zhang stepped forward.
"Alright, enough with the nonsense. These people are currently our prisoners, and we don't know how things will develop in the future. They have no right to ask for any supplies."
joke!
These Vulture Tribe may look pitiful now, but they are definitely not good people.
Or rather, none of the violent gangs in this wasteland are good people.
For people from the Vulture Tribe, murder, arson, robbery, and ransacking are common occurrences.
Therefore, even if supplies are available, they won't be available to these people right now.
Smith is just talking nonsense, Yuri is even worse. He even agreed to someone's request for tanks. He's addicted to selling arms, and now he wants to give away some trial versions early, huh?
Zhang Tianyuan's gaze towards the two of them unconsciously faded a little. He had thought that the two of them would come to their senses and turn back, but now it seemed that they had indeed turned back, but from a slightly different angle, exactly 360 degrees.
Yuri and Smith realized what was happening at this point, and both stood to the side with their mouths tightly shut, not daring to say another word.
Zhang Tianyuan didn't bother to give those two a hard time and turned to face the trembling refugees.
They can read people's expressions too. Just a moment ago they were excitedly asking for this and that, but after seeing the atmosphere, they immediately tucked their tails between their legs and pretended to be blind and mute.
Very clever.
"Alright, now we need to find a place where there are many people gathering. Can any of you give us directions?"
Zhang Tianyuan asked.
The soldiers from the Mutual Aid Society nearby translated.
Immediately, prisoners raised their hands.
The soldier dragged him out, and those nearby took a closer look and realized it was none other than Barry Allen, the one who had just betrayed his brother.
Perhaps startled by the sudden movement, Barry, who had just recovered from the delicious and thirst-quenching salt water, turned into a coward again, trembling as he said:
"I... I mean..."
"Your brother?"
The soldier next to him already guessed what he wanted to say.
Barry nodded like a chick pecking at rice.
"My brother knows the way! He's practically a walking map!"
Bruce, who was still licking his bowl, seemed to sense something and suddenly raised his head. Before his tongue could retract into his Barry, he was lifted up again.
"Lead the way, you living map."
The soldier patted Bruce on the shoulder.
Bruce was still holding a bowl in his hand, and his eyes, which were deeply sunken into their sockets, seemed to have a radar that could automatically locate him, and in a flash they spotted his brother.
Barry chuckled sheepishly and winked, " Bruce, you're always the navigator when we go hunting, have you forgotten?"
Bruce could only nod blankly.
"Yes, I am the navigator."
To be honest, I only just found out about this myself...
Bruce silently complained to himself as he looked at the Mutual Aid Society soldiers beside him.
Fortunately, the Mutual Aid Society was not heading to some rugged and remote place, but rather to the most populated area in the vicinity.
Most people know this place.
"That's Immortan Joe's fortress!"
Bruce said.
The others around him began taking notes.
" Immortan Joe owns a huge fortress consisting of three vertical peaks standing on flat ground, accessible only by human-powered elevators. Inside the mountains lies an endless supply of groundwater, which he periodically releases onto the surface in measured quantities..."
"At that time, everyone would gather there to collect any water they could."
Bruce added that he and his brother would also make time to go and fetch water.
In this wasteland, clean water is liquid gold, so Immortan Joe is essentially a super-rich man who regularly throws money around.
In the eyes of some refugees, he has even become a great hero and a great philanthropist.
Naturally, the area near the fortress became the most densely populated place, where one or more refugees might be hiding in some underground cave.
"Hmm, looks like a pretty capable leader. Take us there and let's talk about their situation along the way..." The damage assessment team was taking notes, while Smith and Yuri stood awkwardly to the side, watching Bruce and the other prisoners' words being quickly entered into the records.
They crammed all the prisoners into one vehicle, and then...
The convoy then continued its journey.
After determining the direction, the drone operator quickly located the fortress.
"It's about thirty kilometers away from here. Once we get out of this ravine area, we'll see it..."
Before long, three conspicuous mountain peaks suddenly appeared in everyone's sight.
In the midst of the flat land, those three vertical mountain peaks are the highest points in the surrounding area; they are like three giant cylinders placed there by the gods.
What makes these three mountains so special is that, in this arid environment where nothing grows, their summits are covered in green, a symbol of life!
There is definitely water there!
With just one glance, Wang Lei confirmed that Bruce had been right.
Moreover, according to the drone reconnaissance results, the green on the mountain peaks is not pure grass, but some simple and primitive farmland.
Someone is farming there!
At the same time, he also saw a huge skull and crossbones symbol that had been dug out by humans on the mountainside.
On the exterior of these fortresses, one can still see rather primitive human-powered elevators, with gaunt people standing on huge gears waiting to be deployed.
Whenever needed, they would push down hard to make the gears rotate, which in turn would lift the platform up.
Through some of the windows, one could see a few figures moving about inside...
"That's the basic situation. However, we didn't see the large force mentioned in the confession—those War Boys painted all white—nor did we see their tanks."
"Based on speculation, it might be the same convoy we encountered in the sandstorm before."
Wang Lei and Zhang Tianyuan gathered in front of the command platform and, before arriving at the fortress, briefed each other on the current situation.
It's basically the same as in the movie.
Those War Boys, the suicide squad, had already left with Immortan Joe in full force, leaving the fortress vulnerable.
There may not be a lack of adult men, but there is a lack of combat personnel.
Fearless and undaunted, even immune to car accidents, these combatants possess fighting prowess that is unmatched by ordinary people.
fortress.
At the same time that Zhang Tianyuan and Wang Lei were discussing this place, the people in the fortress also discovered them.
Because he will never grow bigger, he can only stay in the chair like a baby, even more Conan Conan.
Therefore, Immortan Joe's eldest son Corpus, usually spends most of his time at the lookout window, observing the outside world with his telescope.
Furiosa's previous betrayal was triggered by his immediate discovery of the deviation from the planned route using his telescope.
The appearance of such a large convoy as the Mutual Aid Society was naturally noticed by Corpus immediately.
Hey! Someone come here!
Sitting alone in the suspended chair, Corpus raised his baby-like little hand, and immediately a burly man who was there to serve him approached.
"Look at this," Corpus pushed the binoculars toward the burly man, "A convoy is approaching us. Send out an advance party immediately to find out their origins and intentions, and don't let them get any closer!"
The big man also saw the neat black convoy through his binoculars. Its imposing, steel-like aura made it clear that it was no ordinary vehicle. Compared to it, their convoy, which was darting around erratically, looked like monkeys.
"I'll go right away!"
The big man hurriedly left.
Soon, alarm bells rang inside the fortress.
The few remaining combat-capable individuals were gathered together and formed into a convoy.
These people were not professional combatants; most were car mechanics or other technical personnel who enjoyed superior treatment at the base and were quite well-fed and healthy, a stark contrast to the refugees on the ground.
The convoy of technicians drove straight toward the Mutual Aid Society's black convoy and soon approached.
"This is our territory. State your identities, state your intentions, and cease all resistance..."
A technician grabbed the microphone and started speaking.
Inside the convoy.
A few people who weren't technicians were excitedly discussing how they would divide up the vehicles after the convoy surrendered.
Over the years, Immortan Joe had never met his match, and a strong sense of fervor permeated the entire group. They subconsciously believed that the convoy in front of them was no match for them.
However, the technicians reacted differently; they appeared uneasy.
They were used to tinkering with cars, so they could naturally tell the skill level of the convoy in front of them, just by looking at the outer layer...
Knowing just how thick their standard armor was, this convoy had already completely outclassed them.
Some of the older technicians frowned, watching the Mutual Aid Society's convoy, as if deep in thought.
They felt these vehicles were somewhat familiar, as if they had seen them before the wasteland era, but they couldn't be sure...
Beep beep!!!
The deafening blare of the Horn startled the technicians awake; they had no time to think.
Because the black convoy in front of them didn't hesitate at all, and didn't even slow down, it rammed straight into them!
All the drivers were frantically turning their steering wheels, trying to escape the disaster. The passengers inside the vehicles felt like they were on a roller coaster, crushed to one side by the immense overload and unable to move at all.
Bang!
A series of impacts rang out.
The car that couldn't avoid it was pushed to the side, and the people inside felt like they'd been hit by a heavy hammer.
The Mutual Aid Society's convoy continued driving for a full half kilometer before finally coming to a complete stop.
By this time, the convoy sent by the fortress had completely disintegrated, with more than half of the vehicles totaled. The remaining few dared not provoke them any further and quickly accelerated back into the fortress.
Wang Lei sent people down to clean up.
As a result, something strange was discovered.
Despite such a violent collision, no one was injured or killed in those wrecked cars!
All the technicians were perfectly fine; not one of them even got a scratch...
Although it was only the rear of the car that was hit, the result was still too counterintuitive.
Zhang Tianyuan couldn't help but wonder again if the humans in this wasteland had evolved or mutated into some kind of immunity to car accidents.
All the prisoners were gathered together, a total of ten people, and mixed in with the people from the Vulture Tribe. Two more sensible people were brought out for questioning.
Soon, Wang Lei learned of the current emptiness of the fortress.
"It seems their fighters have all gone out to seize women, so this place is most deserted right now..."
"So what's the situation with the ruler of this fortress? Is he good or evil?" Zhang Tianyuan asked, knowing the answer already.
The young technician, who looked to be only about fifteen years old, was dragged out for questioning. He timidly replied, " Immortan Joe is the emperor of this area; everyone listens to him."
"So how did he treat other people?"
"He was very good to us. We had milk, vegetables, water, and women."
"Where does milk come from, and where do women come from?"
The young technician looked confused, as if he didn't understand why he was being asked that, "From women, women... from chariots?"
Zhang Tianyuan turned around and gave Wang Lei a look.
Wang Lei nodded.
That's enough. There's no need to say anything more.
They've already encountered far more absurd situations before, and they'll see what this apocalyptic society will become.
"Get a vehicle on board and have everyone inside the fortress get out and surrender."
Soon, a heavy armored vehicle approached the fortress and then delivered Wang Lei's orders.
Inside the fortress.
Everyone knew that someone had taken advantage of this time to break into their home, so they all crowded in front of the windows, peeking out in various ways.
"They want us to surrender!"
"That's impossible!"
" Immortan Joe will come back to punish them!"
" Immortan Joe is invincible!"
The fortress was filled with howls and screams, and people were making all sorts of exaggerated movements and expressions.
Although the most fervent War Boys have all gone to war, the fortress's loyalty to Immortan Joe remains unchanged.
Inside the fortress, before the V8 engine statue, many loyalists gathered to pray— Immortan Joe, in order to strengthen his control over the fortress, declared himself the so-called " God of the V8 Engine," and further proclaimed that all those who died gloriously in battle would ascend to Valhalla.
After more than 20 years of hard work, the results have been quite impressive.
Those War Boys painted entirely in white were the most deeply poisoned.
The people inside the fortress took out their ballast weapons, extended them from the firing ports inside the mountain, and unleashed a burst of fire at the armored vehicles below.
Meanwhile, someone took out spears strapped with gunpowder, which would explode upon violent impact, and hurled them downwards.
A deafening roar was accompanied by thick black smoke.
The heavy armored vehicle was unharmed and quickly turned around, heading back towards the convoy.
Through the telescope of the eldest son, Corpus, he saw a vehicle in the Mutual Aid Society convoy suddenly raise its "cargo box," which had neatly arranged small holes...
What is that?
Corpus, born in the wasteland era, had never seen this thing before.