Whether it was the People Eater or Immortan Joe, they both once thought the world was doomed.
After all, their entire continent was destroyed by nuclear bombs, so the rest of the world shouldn't be much better off.
At least in a full-fledged mushroom eating contest, most of the world should now be a wasteland.
This was the worldview that Immortan Joe and others had held for the past twenty years or so.
But...
What's going on with this drone that looks so technologically advanced?
Can this thing even be manufactured in the wasteland?
Does this mean that after they were potentially nuked, the rest of the world wasn't nuked, but instead became peaceful?
Neither the People Eater nor Immortan Joe could accept this outcome.
The men in front worked hard to clear the stones, but the two behind fell silent for a while, and even Furiosa forgot about them for a moment.
Before the silence could be broken...
A voice suddenly came from behind:
"Make way for the Peacemaker Tank!"
Immortan Joe turned around.
A tracked vehicle resembling a tank was seen driving by. It was clear that this thing was actually a modified car, and apart from its appearance, it didn't meet any of the standards of a tank.
The car-tank had a sunroof, with several combatants leaning against the back, and a lean man sitting at the front, wearing a cape made of bullet casings and goggles on his forehead.
The man's face looked as if someone owed him eight million.
" Kalashnikov has arrived," the People Eater said, uttering the man's name.
That man was the leader of the last of the three tribes, in charge of the Bullet Farm, responsible for manufacturing all kinds of weapons and gunpowder.
At the same time, this man was also one of the first people to follow Immortan Joe, and the two fought together in the war.
It can be said that this man was the one Immortan Joe trusted the most, to the point that the most important weapons factory was entrusted to him.
The People Eater sighed inwardly.
Unlike Kalashnikov, he himself was originally just a prisoner of Immortan Joe, but now the fortress that Immortan Joe possesses was thanks to the information he first provided, so he has done a good job.
In addition, he was a financial professional before the wasteland, even a banker, which allowed him to stand out from Immortan Joe's gang and eventually take charge of the equally important Gas Town.
"Let's ask him; he should know about this," the People Eater said.
"Hmm." Immortan Joe nodded and waved to Kalashnikov from afar.
The lean man quickly approached with a stern expression.
He was somewhat dissatisfied with today's deployment.
After all, so many people and convoys went out just to rescue five women...
In his view, it was utterly absurd and wasteful.
The fuel alone for the convoy is probably enough to buy dozens more women.
Of course, he also knew that Immortan Joe was now obsessed with procreation, and one of the five women who escaped was pregnant and about to give birth.
With that thought in mind, Kalashnikov had already reached Immortan Joe. He didn't say anything sarcastic, but his attitude was indifferent.
Immortan Joe didn't notice this detail.
He simply handed over the wing from his co-pilot's seat.
"What's this?"
Immortan Joe said, "An airplane, a type of drone, and this is brand new. It must have been flying in our skies not long ago. I suspect someone has entered our continent..."
The People Eater added, "Furthermore, other countries outside the mainland may have already recovered, or perhaps they never even had a nuclear war in the first place."
Kalashnikov stiffly took the wing, examined it closely, and discovered that it even had a national flag printed on it...
He asked, somewhat absentmindedly, "Was this really only discovered recently?"
"This is what I just found in the sandstorm."
Immortan Joe's voice was very heavy.
"We may no longer be safe; someone is trying to enter our territory."
Kalashnikov paced around irritably, then offered his suggestion. "Are we going to continue wasting time, Joe?"
What did you say?
"A new enemy has emerged, one that may possess technology and military strength far surpassing ours. We should begin preparations as soon as possible."
"And yet you've dragged us here to deal with your family matters!"
Kalashnikov's words were very blunt, and his dissatisfaction was made no attempt to hide.
The People Eater pretended not to hear.
If he were to say such a thing, he would probably end up eating a peanut.
Only Kalashnikov, a comrade-in-arms who had known Immortan Joe for decades, could say something like that.
Immortan Joe was furious. "What the hell are you talking about Kalashnikov?!"
He glared angrily at his old comrade-in-arms, but made no rash move. He simply pulled him in front of him with both hands and stared at him fiercely.
Kalashnikov, even shorter than Immortan Joe, remained completely unfazed; his face was still grim.
"I'm saying, you're wasting our time, wasting our lives!"
"Can't you understand?"
"If those people actually show up, we could face annihilation!" Xxs-2
"What we should be doing now is going back to deal with this matter and making preparations, instead of playing house here for those women!"
"You!!!"
Immortan Joe's deep voice was filled with extreme anger. He shoved Kalashnikov to the ground and pointed into the distance.
"Roll!"
Without saying a word, he stood up, dusted himself off, and returned to his chariot.
The People Eater remained silently in place.
But Immortan Joe had already set his sights on him:
"Speak your mind, Brodie!"
The People Eater's obese body took two unnatural steps back, a normal reaction he had developed over the years to Immortan Joe.
"I think... I'm fine with anything." The People Eater shrugged, feigning composure, though inwardly he felt that chasing women here was indeed a waste of time.
snort!
With heavy breathing, Immortan Joe turned and left.
Brodie clearly also supports Kalashnikov.
But it didn't work!
No one can stop him from taking his woman and child back!
Fifteen minutes earlier, a gentle slope had been cleared from the previously blocked valley entrance, which his vehicle could easily flip over.
Immortan Joe decided to continue playing as a forward.
They also replaced a group of combatants.
The combatants in his vehicle had all perished in the sandstorm.
Among the combatants who were replaced was Nux, who had previously Max as his bloodline master. He had sneaked onto the vehicle to attempt an attack, but he was kicked off the vehicle shortly afterward.
The only gain was a piece of white gauze torn from a woman's body, which was why Immortan Joe had taken a liking to him...
As Immortan Joe's car rolled over the gentle slope formed by the fallen rocks, Kalashnikov sat back in his "tank," his face still stern.
"This guy is insane!"
"Such a big commotion over a trivial family matter!"
He was quite helpless, but he still had no choice but to go along with it.
However, his tracked vehicle was not as agile as other armored vehicles, so he could only wait in place until the falling rocks were completely cleared before chasing forward.
Clearing fallen rocks is not something that can be done in a short time.
Kalashnikov simply closed his eyes to rest.
I don't know how much time has passed.
He heard the sound of a motorcycle coming from behind him again.
Kalashnikov turned his head and recognized the motorcycle as belonging to one of his own by its clothing.
Go ask him why he came now.
Kalashnikov beckoned one of his men over, then closed his eyes to rest.
But less than a minute later, the subordinate rushed back:
"Boss! That guy said the fortress is under attack!"
Swish!
Kalashnikov immediately opened his eyes and looked at his subordinates, "We've been attacked?"
Just then, the man who had come to deliver the message on his motorcycle sped over, shouting, "It's not just under attack, the fortress has fallen!"
For a moment, the young fighters who were still waiting to enter the valley at the entrance were in an uproar. Everyone was furious and clamored to go back and take revenge.
Some sensible people in the room turned their attention to Kalashnikov; after Immortan Joe left, he was the only one who could make a decision.
Kalashnikov hesitated for a few seconds, then finally waved his hand. "Someone is trying to take advantage of our weakened defenses to raid our homeland, but they're doomed! One of you go and warn Immortan Joe, the rest of you come back with me!"
He believed that Immortan Joe still had his senses and knew which was more important, the fortress or the woman.
The War Boys let out a huge shout and turned their vehicles around.
A cloud of dust soon rose again in the desert.
The little motorcycle that brought the news remained parked, staring blankly at the departing convoy. The messenger waved helplessly at their retreating figures.
"I haven't even mentioned their weapons yet..."
Although he responsibly came to deliver the message, he wasn't stupid. Those people had such powerful weapons; wouldn't rushing back be suicide for them?
But now nobody listens to him anymore.
What should I do now?
The messenger looked around in confusion.
Forget it, I might as well just become a Gipsy!
Twist the throttle, and the little motorcycle quickly left the spot.
At this moment, the messenger sent to deliver the message to Immortan Joe Immortan Joe caught up and was shouting to him from afar.
Regaining his spirits and strengthening his resolve, Immortan Joe had already caught up with Max's tail. The two vehicles were pressed tightly together, and the combatants were already climbing onto Furiosa's vehicle.
Just then, Immortan Joe heard the shouts from the motorcycle behind him. He glanced back but ignored them completely.
He only has eyes for those few women now!
The motorcycle twisted the throttle to the maximum and finally caught up, shouting loudly:
" Immortan Joe —our fortress is under attack!"
Immortan Joe finally turned his eyes away.
The fortress's defenses are indeed at their weakest point in history, but how could things have gotten so bad?
He had barely pulled the person out when he was immediately attacked?
Are the surrounding gangs and tribes so perceptive?
Aren't you afraid of his retaliation later?
"How's the situation?"
Immortan Joe didn't ease off the accelerator; he just asked a casual question.
The messenger said, "The men from the fortress say it has fallen..."
skr~~~
Immortan Joe jerked the steering wheel, the tires screeching against the ground, leaving a deep tire track in the sand, while his chariot made a sharp 180-degree turn.
It turned completely around!
No, it wasn't just one head that was lost.
The other combatants in the vehicle were also thrown out with the sharp turn, crashing to the ground with a thud and remaining motionless afterward.
Clearly, they haven't evolved a constitution that makes them immune to car accidents.
Only Immortan Joe's eldest son wasn't thrown off.
Kalashnikov was right.
Upon hearing that his fortress had fallen, Immortan Joe no longer cared about anything else.
Even if all those women were pregnant, they would have to give way in front of the fortress!
What use are healthy offspring to him without the fortress?
Immortan Joe's sudden return immediately caught Furiosa's attention.
She glanced in the rearview mirror and shouted, " Immortan Joe's turned around!"
The women behind also quickly looked out the rear window of the carriage and saw that Immortan Joe's chariot was no longer chasing them, but instead leaving a trail of dust as it headed back in the opposite direction.
Max, unable to contain his curiosity any longer, unusually asked, "What's he up to?"
As she asked the question, she looked at the pregnant woman named Angharad with a puzzled expression.
Didn't these women say that this pregnant woman was the most important person to Immortan Joe?
Why did they suddenly abandon them and stop chasing?
"Don't be careless," Furiosa cautioned.
"I know."
Max refocused on driving and continued towards their destination.
That green space existed only in Furiosa's memory.
Furiosa said it was an oasis where crops could be grown and where groundwater was available, and that she had lived there as a child.
fortress.
Yuri the Yuri was quite successful in his "missionary work".
The refugees were now surrounding him, singing loudly in praise of the Mutual Aid Society that had brought them food.
Taking this opportunity, Yuri also successfully explained to the refugees what the Mutual Aid Society was and what they were there for.
Many refugees, especially young refugees born in the wasteland, cannot understand most of what Yuri is saying.
Parallel universes, Spacetime Tunnel...
They had never learned these words before.
But that didn't stop them from happily applauding and cheering for Yuri, clutching their food and bottled water.
Today we not only received food and clean water, but we even had a performance to watch! How could anyone not be happy?
Although the refugees and Yuri were basically talking at cross purposes, Yuri was clearly more successful than Smith had been.
At least he successfully united these refugees.
Of course, Yuri never dared to reveal his true identity from beginning to end...