"What is that?!"
"Who among you knows him?"
Corpus put down his telescope, lay down on his suspended rocking chair, and turned his head with difficulty to ask the others behind him.
An elderly technician, his face agape, leaned closer, holding an old pair of binoculars. He squinted and peered through, muttering, "Let me see..."
After adjusting his view a few times, the Mutual Aid Society association's convoy came into his sight.
The strange vehicle that prompted Corpus's question was among them.
The slowly rising box had not yet reached its end; the densely packed, square-shaped openings sent a chill down one's spine.
It was as if his instincts were warning him that confronting this thing would be dangerous.
More importantly...
The veteran mechanic felt a strange sense of familiarity with the car, as if he had encountered an old friend he hadn't seen in decades. He couldn't recall any details about it, yet it seemed strangely familiar...
What is that?
The old mechanic put down his binoculars, his cloudy eyes glazed over, and he racked his brains trying to remember where he had seen that car before.
"Could it be a cannon? I think I've seen it in an old book before..."
Suddenly a young man spoke up.
Someone immediately retorted:
"Gun?"
"Is it really possible for someone to manufacture something like that? It's just something you read about in books, isn't it?"
The young man touched his head, somewhat embarrassed.
But his words gave the old mechanic an idea...
"Gun!"
"That's it! That thing is a cannon!"
"I remember... I remember, it was called..."
For a moment, the veteran technician was stumped; so much time had passed that he had forgotten how to pronounce the word "rocket launcher."
Suddenly, a terrified scream came from behind:
"They are the army!"
" Corpus!"
"They possess far superior weaponry compared to us!"
Some of the technicians who had just been sent to talk to the Mutual Aid Society team rushed back, and the veteran technicians had already remembered everything on their way back.
"Their firepower is enough to crush us!"
An old man shouted.
Corpus was skeptical, but couldn't help picking up his binoculars again to look at the Mutual Aid Society convoy in the distance.
The strange car seemed to have reached its maximum height, and all the people and vehicles around it had evacuated, seemingly to avoid it...
Was that really a cannon?
Born in the wasteland, Corpus was still puzzled. He had read books and knew that a cannon was just a thick pipe with a base, but why wasn't the cannon's pipe thick, and why were there so many of them?
"A cannon?" The veteran technicians who had just rushed up also came over in confusion. They took a pair of binoculars and immediately saw the rocket launcher vehicle already aimed at them in the distance...
"OMG Fuck~~~"
The first old technician to see it was so frightened that his voice trembled. He threw the binoculars away as if he had been electrocuted, and the next second he turned and rushed backward. The movement was so great that even Corpus ' rocking chair was knocked away. The old baby held on tightly to the armrests to avoid being thrown off.
Then he heard the old technician shout in panic:
"It's a rocket launcher! Retreat immediately!"
"Oh! It's a rocket launcher!" The old mechanic, who had been struggling with the word "rocket launcher," finally realized, and then turned to Corpus, who was still swaying in the air, and said:
"It's a rocket launcher! Their rocket launcher is aimed at us!"
"So what?" Corpus roared with all his might, but limited by his body, he lacked any real power and instead sounded like a spoiled child.
"So... so..." The old mechanic was stumped by his question, seemingly lost in thought.
Everyone else around was already scattering in all directions.
Nobody paid any attention to the two of them.
Corpus was furious and reached out to hit someone, but his short arms couldn't even reach the rocking chair, let alone hit someone.
"Run away now! Take me with you! You idiot!"
"Oh!" The old technician suddenly realized, but out of the corner of his eye he suddenly saw a flash of light from afar, followed by a billowing column of smoke.
"It seems we don't need to..."
They ran away...
He hadn't finished speaking.
boom!!!
A violent tremor came from the mountainside, and the entire fortress shook violently. The echo of the explosion reverberated within the fortress, shaking off dust and causing many people to cover their ears and collapse to the ground in pain.
The area directly hit by the rocket collapsed massively, burying Corpus and his companions alive before they could escape. Aside from a final scream, there was no...
Leave anything behind for the world.
Two minutes later.
The sounds of the explosion and the collapse subsided, but smoke and dust had already enveloped the entire fortress, and many people could only huddle in corners, shivering.
But some brave souls swung down the mountainside with ropes before being buried by the dust, dug out a motorcycle from somewhere, and sped off...
Now it was Zhang Tianyuan's turn to observe the fortress through the binoculars.
"The attack was quite effective. Now we can try to get closer again; they should know better and surrender."
Wang Lei said.
This fortress in front of us is only good for defending against small forces in the wasteland. Anyone with a single cannon could turn this impregnable fortress into a death coffin, not to mention they're using modern rockets.
The heavy armored vehicles that had just returned drove back to persuade the enemy to surrender.
at the same time.
Suddenly, a large number of ragged refugees appeared out of nowhere, their bodies emaciated and their faces withered.
These people came out to watch the excitement.
They hid behind the rocks and mountains, like little rabbits, watching the Mutual Aid Society's convoy with curious eyes, occasionally glancing at the fortress that had just been attacked.
Even from the outside, it's clear that a corner of the fortress has collapsed.
The Barry brothers explained to Wang Lei, "Today is the day the water is released, so there are quite a lot of people around."
Wang Lei nodded; he could indeed see dampness on the ground beneath the fortress.
These are the people who haven't left after fetching water.
Connor and Ski's representatives heard this and quickly came over.
Smith went straight to Bruce and asked, "Those people aren't villains like you, are they?!"
Yuri was also looking the refugees up and down, feeling that there were many suspicious things about these poor people.
Perhaps these people are just feigning helplessness in front of them?
Perhaps these people will start killing and arson after they leave this place, or as soon as night falls?
Yuri thought it was very likely.
Under the piercing gazes of the two representatives, the thin Bruce once again shrank his neck and said in a low voice, "Those people shouldn't be considered bad. They usually make a living by the Wandering Earth and homelessness, at most they might steal a little."
As for murder?
Given their physical condition, even if they really wanted to kill someone, most of the time they would only end up being unable to do so.
"That means at least most people haven't committed any major crimes!" Yuri summarized, all doubt gone from his eyes, and then coughed twice. "That's the same as my earlier prediction."
Smith ignored Yuri's self-praise and, upon receiving the information, immediately ran towards the refugees.
Yuri was stunned for a moment when he saw it, but he immediately chased after it, and his speed was not slow at all.
"What are those two up to?" Zhang Tianyuan asked casually when he saw them.
Wang Lei, standing next to him, shrugged, indicating that he couldn't possibly understand these people's thought processes.
"Never mind them, the fortress has surrendered!"
The armored vehicle ahead relayed a message.
Ninety-nine percent of the combatants in the fortress had been taken away by Immortan Joe, even the wounded, leaving only a group of slaves and mechanics.
While many of these people were loyal to Immortan Joe, they weren't as fanatical as the combatants.
Realizing the situation was not right, they immediately gave the French military salute.
The remaining convoy of the Mutual Aid Society followed closely behind. The soldiers, fully armed, disembarked and began to take over the situation, preparing to clear everyone out of the fortress.
"The fortress has a unique terrain and narrow passages, so there are bound to be people inside trying to put up a fight. Therefore, we'll fill it with tear gas first..."
Just as Wang Lei was formulating his tactics...
Smith and Yuri, dressed in suits, rushed towards the refugees, their men following them through the sand.
The ragged refugees were astonished by these well-dressed people; it was the first time they had ever seen anyone dressed like that.
This isn't how people dress in the wasteland.
Hey everyone!
Please allow me to introduce myself!
"My name is Smith, and we have come here for only one purpose: to bring you light, food, clothing, and warmth!"
Smith tried his best to put on a friendly smile, even shaking hands with each of the refugees, leaving those in the front row completely bewildered.
Several elderly people, who were so thin they were just skin and bones, looked at Smith thoughtfully.
Smith continued:
"I come from North America. Perhaps some of you young people don't know what that is, but you just need to know..."
That place is to your northeast.
" North America?!"
An old voice rang out from the crowd.
Smith looked in the direction of the sound and saw an elderly man. He immediately pushed aside the surrounding refugees and walked towards the old man, saying as he went:
"Do you even know North America? That's exactly where we came from!"
The old man looked at Smith's outstretched hand, then raised his head again, looking at Smith's face, and noticed that he even had hair gel on his head...
"What... what are you trying to do here again?"
The old man gritted his teeth, his eyes turning bloodshot.
The young refugees around him looked on in confusion, not understanding why the old man looked so hateful.
Then other elderly people came out, all looking like they had a blood feud with Smith: "Back then, they were the ones who made this place what it is now—nuclear bombs, radiation, and all that pollution..."
They all bear inescapable responsibilities!
Swish!
In an instant, everyone's eyes were fixed on Smith.
Although they are refugees, they are only in the wasteland generation now, and they still know the reasons why the wasteland was created. They have not only heard these old people talk about their past lives, but also heard them talk about the reasons why this wasteland was created.
Now that he knows the mastermind behind it all is right in front of him, how could he not hate them?
Smith swallowed hard, feeling as if he had unwittingly gotten himself into a huge mess...
Yuri, who was not far behind him, saw the refugees whose eyes were like those of wolves, filled with hatred, and immediately dared not approach.
Not only did he dare not step forward, but he also quietly retreated with the others, trying not to attract anyone's attention.
After all, if we're really going to talk about it, his responsibility is much greater than Smith's.
Smith can only be described as a mastermind, while they were the direct murderers.
If those refugees found out, I'd probably be torn to pieces and eaten alive...
In the blink of an eye, Yuri and his men were gone as if they had never been there. Smith turned around to look for him, wanting to shift the blame, but couldn't find him anywhere.
Even more frightening, when Smith turned his head back, he found that the wolf-like refugees had already pounced on him, which scared him so much that he turned and ran!
"MY GOD!"
After running for an unknown distance, Smith gradually left behind the refugees who lacked food, clothing, and even water.
Smith ran breathlessly to the foot of the fortress, to the Mutual Aid Society convoy, only to find that his men hadn't even been as fast as him and had all fallen into the hands of the refugees.
They were all waving at him; it seemed that if he hesitated any longer, he would be bitten to death by the refugees...
"What's going on?" Zhang Tianyuan got out of the command vehicle.
Smith seemed to have seen a savior and rushed over, shouting, "Help!"
"Mr. Chairman, those refugees have gone mad! They're attacking us! Please save our people!"
Smith was panting heavily, like a lost dog.
President Zhang stared speechlessly at his subordinates, who were being overwhelmed by refugees, knowing roughly what they had gone to do.
He waved his hand, signaling the soldiers beside him to rescue the man and bring him some belongings.
Should I bring something?
Before Smith could understand what was happening, he saw several soldiers carrying a bucket of water and a large bag of compressed biscuits rushing past.
He then realized what was happening!
Damn it!
I should have brought something with me!
Sure enough, the refugees were immediately bewitched when they saw the large barrels of purified water and the bag full of compressed biscuits, completely forgetting about his poor subordinates.
The soldiers took the opportunity to drag them back.
The horrific state of these people horrified Smith.
One of them had a chunk of flesh bitten off his face!
This person was taken directly to an ambulance for treatment and surgery, while the others were also examined by doctors to determine their specific injuries...
The sight of his bloodied subordinates made Smith's hands and feet go numb.
He only mentioned he was from North America, and his subordinates suffered such retaliation, while he was supposed to work on this continent to provide for them?
How am I supposed to do this job?!
Just as Smith was feeling lost, Yuri suddenly appeared out of nowhere, pinching his chin and having his subordinates take some of the supplies he had brought from his car. Together, they came to the refugees.
This bald man had a cheerful expression, showing not a trace of fear or guilt.
Hi everyone!
"Ladies and gentlemen, please allow me to introduce to you an organization that represents peace..."