Yuri, a kind-hearted man, got along well with the refugees.
Zhang Tianyuan was also busy.
The special forces soldiers who had been sent to the fortress had returned to the temporary exit, and prisoners were being slowly lowered down via a newly constructed makeshift platform.
The massive manual elevator platform previously used by the fortress had already been destroyed by bombing.
As soon as these people landed, they were immediately taken into custody and imprisoned in the same place as the people from the Vulture Tribe.
When they saw that Immortan Joe's men had also been brought over, the Vulture Tribe members watched with amusement.
Perhaps the contempt on their faces was too obvious, because the two groups soon broke into a verbal exchange in the narrow space.
"Fuck you~"
"Fuck you~~"
Barry Allen spat and looked at the new prisoners with disdain. "Tell me, how were you captured?"
A mechanic next to him glanced at Barry but didn't say anything.
"Hmph!" Barry became even more arrogant, "You're all a bunch of useless trash!"
"Unlike my brother Bruce, who has charged this convoy's armor dozens of times without sustaining a single wound."
Sure enough, Barry's words immediately attracted everyone's attention. Even the mechanics who had been silent just moments before scanned the Vulture Tribe's crowd to see which burly man was so formidable.
Only Bruce, the person involved, unconsciously shrank further into the crowd; he had grown accustomed to his brother's antics.
Not far from the fortress.
Kalashnikov's large convoy has returned to the vicinity of the fortress.
He took out a telescope, climbed a barren hillside, lay prone with only his head sticking out, and quietly peered towards the fortress.
This glance revealed what was indeed amiss.
There used to be a very conspicuous skull and crossbones symbol on the hillside of the fortress, representing Immortan Joe, but now that symbol has been shaken down, while the three drainage pipes below it were not greatly affected.
Based on this, Kalashnikov could confirm that the news he had just received was true.
He put away his binoculars and went down the mountain.
The Brodie the People Eater immediately stomped over with his massive feet. "How's the situation?"
Kalashnikov nodded. "Just as the intelligence said, the enemy has definitely breached the fortress, but it's unclear whether anyone is still resisting inside."
"Can you confirm which tribe it is?" The People Eater narrowed his eyes.
Kalashnikov shook his head. "I don't know, but apart from the Vulture Tribe, there's no other group nearby capable of attacking us."
"We should have killed them all long ago!" Brodie said viciously. Before, this Vulture Tribe was the only one in this area that lived up to its name. They were all people who would risk their lives for resources. They would even dare to steal Immortan Joe's things if they had the chance.
Kalashnikov also wore a cold expression.
Today is their day of reckoning!
"Everyone, charge into the fortress and drive out all the thieves who are hiding there!"
Kalashnikov's simple mobilization speech stirred everyone's emotions. People boarded the vehicles, kicked up dust, and drove over the mountains, howling and screaming as they rushed toward the fortress.
Kalashnikov returned to his "tank" and, keeping pace with the People Eater, marched toward the Jinjun.
Although they are now considered allies of Immortan Joe, rather than his subordinates, the three still maintain an extremely close relationship based on mutual interests.
Immortan Joe's fortress has been captured; they cannot stand idly by.
One of them produced weapons, one possessed water resources and agriculture, and the other possessed energy resources.
This is a win-win situation for all three parties.
Once they separate, their alliance will be greatly weakened.
Especially now that the fortress lost was once owned by Immortan Joe.
That place has enough groundwater to last for decades!
Without this water source, their ability to produce weapons and energy would be useless.
People can't drink gasoline!
The dust kicked up by the convoy was quickly noticed by the soldiers of the Mutual Aid Society.
"It's an armed convoy approaching us... well, let's just call it an armed convoy for now." A soldier lowered his binoculars.
Meanwhile, a reconnaissance drone had already taken off from the roof of the vehicle and flew towards the convoy.
Zhang Tianyuan also received the news quickly.
"An armed convoy is coming?"
He glanced at the photo and almost immediately recognized it as the car fleet led by Immortan Joe from the movie.
The team, those War Boys painted entirely white, like they had albinism, were truly distinctive.
Based on the interrogation of the prisoners, this habit seems to stem from their imitation of Immortan Joe.
That guy had severe skin ulcers, so every time he appeared in public, he needed to apply a thick layer of talcum powder and wear a transparent suit of armor over it.
He suffers from two types of cancer, a severe skin condition, breathing difficulties, and a variety of other unexplained illnesses caused by radiation and pollution...
In a sense, Immortan Joe was quite dedicated.
President Zhang felt that if it were a normal person from another time or space, they would probably be unable to move under these circumstances.
The drone photos don't show any sign of Immortan Joe, presumably because he's still busy winning back his few beauties.
"The same as before, let them surrender. If they refuse to surrender... do we have enough weapons and ammunition?"
Zhang Tianyuan originally wanted to say that if they didn't surrender, he would send them to the Valhalla of the God of the V8 Engine, but then he suddenly remembered that his team was not a professional armed team.
Essentially, the convoy he led, despite its heavy firepower and large number of light weapons, was still a rescue convoy.
The only heavy weapon available was the twenty rockets on the rocket launcher vehicle, and one of them had already been used.
In addition, there was an armored vehicle equipped with a heavy machine gun, and thirty-five soldiers equipped with military exoskeletons and light weapons.
Taking out Immortan Joe's convoy shouldn't be a problem, but the question is how much ammunition will be left after wiping out the entire convoy.
From what I know in the movies, the area around here includes Vulture Tribe and the gang that helped the female lead blow up the entrance to the valley, all of whom were motorized.
The soldier in charge of logistics quickly reported the number of spare ammunition. It was indeed not abundant; enough for self-defense, but forget about launching a full-scale attack.
"Then let's conserve some ammunition. Let's either make them surrender or repel them first. We'll get more supplies once we take this fortress soon."
Wang Lei walked over and waved.
The soldier immediately acknowledged, saluted, and left.
Wang Lei turned his head and started talking about the fortress again:
"President, I just inquired about the surrounding area. The location here is excellent, and there is abundant underground water that has not only remained unpolluted but has also never dried up in over twenty years."
Zhang Tianyuan nodded. "So you mean, we should use this place as our base?"
"Yes, I think this is a suitable location. There's water, so we can grow vegetables, and the road conditions are good too. Yuri and Smith will definitely like staying here."
President Zhang turned his head and glanced at Yuri, who was still "preaching" to the refugees. He also felt that Yuri would definitely like this place.
"Then let's settle on this. From now on, this will be Yuri and his men's temporary base in this wasteland, working to create a better life for the refugees!"
Kalashnikov was very close to the fortress, close enough that he could see the equipment and expressions of the Mutual Aid Society soldiers through his binoculars.
However, this is not a good thing.
What he saw made Kalashnikov's heart skip a beat. He abruptly put down his binoculars, rubbed his eyes, and then put them back in front of him.
The dark military exoskeleton came into his view once again.
"What's wrong?" Yingfeng People Eater beside him, asked.
Kalashnikov seemed a bit dazed, as if his mind had short-circuited.
Just then...
Another gust of wind came from the sky.
A tiny thing is flying up there.
"What is that?!" The War Boys, painted all white, raised their explosive spears, trying to poke the drone down from the sky. Others picked up small objects and threw them into the air with all their might.
All attacks were futile; they all missed.
The War Boys were even more enraged and wanted to continue attacking the drones.
Then.
Kalashnikov suddenly shouted:
"Everyone! Retreat immediately!"
His men immediately relayed the order to the other vehicles using flag signals.
So, to the bewilderment of the War Boys, the convoy suddenly made a sharp U-turn.
"What's wrong!"
"I don't know! This is an order!"
The convoy, which had been full of morale just moments before, was suddenly thrown into complete chaos.
The People Eater finally realized what was happening.
"Drone!"
"They've already arrived?!"
The People Eater's chariot drew close to Kalashnikov.
The other party directly put the binoculars around their neck
It was handed to him, gesturing for him to look behind him.
Those People Eater should do so.
Then I saw soldiers with full exoskeletons.
Although he was just a banker before the wasteland, he recognized the exoskeleton.
"This is unbelievable!"
To my surprise, we encountered a faction capable of equipping members with exoskeletons.
"Faster! I see they seem to have vehicles ready to move out!"
The People Eater urged them on.
Kalashnikov immediately shouted:
"Speediest!"
As soon as he finished speaking, someone climbed up to the engine of the tank and manually sprayed refined gasoline into it.
This move proved highly effective, instantly increasing the speed of the chariots.
Due to the complexity of the gasoline industry.
Although Immortan Joe owned an oil refinery, he couldn't really master it. So, the so-called gasoline he produced over the past twenty years had only undergone rough processing and had very low combustion efficiency.
Vehicles using this type of gasoline also have an insurmountable speed limit under normal circumstances.
In such situations, the only option is to manually inject the car with refined gasoline, which has a higher combustion efficiency.
Outside the fortress.
The soldiers who were about to set out to persuade the enemy to surrender froze in place as they watched their target rapidly retreating.
"Should we take further action?"
This situation was reported all the way to Wang Lei.
Wang Lei was also stunned. The people guarding this fortress had been so tough before, so why were these reinforcements running away as soon as they saw them?
"Since they're scared, there's even less reason for us to let them go. Let's follow them, keeping a safe distance. Their gas won't be replenished, and they'll eventually stop. Then we can bring them back."
"Yes!"
The convoy soon set off again.
The People Eater in the distance became even more nervous when they saw the armored vehicle actually catching up, urging Kalashnikov to accelerate further.
What are you all doing?!
Just then, a hoarse voice came from ahead.
The People Eater steadied himself before realizing that it was Immortan Joe driving his chariot back.
" Immortan Joe!!" the People Eater waved his hands, "Turn around!!!"
In the blink of an eye, the two sides had already passed each other.
Immortan Joe only had time to exchange a glance with the People Eater and see his panicked expression.
"Father, they're telling us to turn back!" the eldest son grumbled from behind the chariot, reminding Immortan Joe.
Immortan Joe frowned.
"What on earth are they doing?!"
He didn't turn around, but let the chariot speed along the road as he pondered the People Eater's abnormal behavior.
If he hadn't believed Kalashnikov, he would have thought these people had betrayed him.
"Father... Father!"
The eldest son's voice woke Immortan Joe from his thoughts.
"There's a really big, black, and sturdy truck ahead!"
"So dark and hard..." Immortan Joe raised his eyes, and a black armored vehicle came into view a few hundred meters away.
"..."
Holy crap!
No wonder Kalashnikov and his men all ran away!
In a mere 0000.1 seconds of reaction time, Immortan Joe frantically turned the steering wheel, making yet another 180-degree turn. This time, the eldest son, the only one left in the car, was not spared and was finally thrown out.
"Dad--------"
Big, dumb Rictus stretched out his hands toward Immortan Joe in mid-air, shouting loudly.
Immortan Joe glanced indifferently at the rearview mirror, then floored the accelerator again.
I'm outta here!
Immortan Joe's two V8 engines began to kick in, allowing him to outrun the armored vehicle behind him with greater speed and more dangerous driving.
A short while later, Kalashnikov and the others who had fled earlier appeared before him.
Seeing that Immortan Joe was catching up, Kalashnikov shouted, "Joe! They're really here!"
Immortan Joe gave him a displeased look but said nothing.
The old man was too busy chasing women to blame him.
But who could have imagined that these people would arrive so quickly!
Now that the woman is gone, the fortress is probably gone too.
Immortan Joe was feeling both terrible and confused.
This elderly man, suffering from two types of cancer, has now lost his home. Where can he go next?
Now, being ridiculed again, even his old comrade-in-arms Kalashnikov made him want to draw his gun and shoot him.
However, Kalashnikov knew his limits. After venting his emotions, he immediately shut up and didn't want to anger his old comrade-in-arms any further.
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