My Doomsday Territory

The little boy nodded inexplicably.

"But why go to the Ultimate Martial Arts Museum, I...I don't want to stay there alone-"

He was reluctant, with a little cry.

Before the end of the world, before entering junior high school, it was the age of innocence and romance, but encountered a disaster broke out, both parents were killed... Moustache, is the boy's only relative.

The moustache squatted, spit out a cloud of smoke, and did not disperse in the cold air for long.

Not far away, the hawker carrying a suitcase, wrapped in an old wool coat, facing the awakening person in the past, greeted with a slightly stiff smile, and occasionally sold a bottle of water, a bag of food, only to be inadvertently exposed Thoughtful smile.

The awakeners, dressed in animal skins or combat suits, are in a hurry.

Some are in groups of three or five, with a dignified complexion, and some who are seriously injured and brought back by their companions...

All kinds of people, so many mustaches have seen too many in recent months.

No one is easy.

Moustache knew more clearly that if it were not because of the green shelters, ordinary survivors could only live awkwardly and starve to death on a certain day, there is no chance of survival if there is hard work;

The awakeners seem to be beautiful, go out to hunt, but often bury their bones in the wilderness. Until the appearance of the rune equipment, the awakeners and the demonization front of the same level have gained the upper hand for the first time;

Including himself, he didn't catch a green ride, and he was only the head of a common mercenary regiment. He could only bow his head and swallow his face in the face of the persecution of the powerful forces in the shelter.

Like now, the Storm Chamber of Commerce is enough to rank in the top five among all unofficial forces in Hengcheng!

Moustache knew that everything came from strength.

He looked at the little boy kindly, "Xiaohu, you are very talented, and only in the Ultimate Martial Arts Hall can you really transform this talent into strength. Your mother will entrust you to me and I will provide you with it. The best environment."

"Hengcheng also has a martial arts hall. Isn't Hengcheng a large-scale shelter, the green shade is only a medium-sized shelter..."

"Green shade is different." Moustache shook his head slightly.

He knew the nephew’s fears and fears, and the end-time danger. The nephew was traveling for the first time and living in an unfamiliar environment for the first time. If there were no familiar people around him, he would inevitably be afraid.

However, in the last days, many children in their twenties and even under ten years old have already learned to survive alone.

Moustache is no longer spoiled, he has a slight face, "Xiaohu, you have to learn to be strong, and your uncle can't protect you for life. Don't you always say that when you grow up, you want to be a strong man? Just stay in the extreme martial arts hall. Studying, you will soon become a real powerhouse."

"Don’t you always want to learn your uncle’s cultivation method? The reason why I don’t teach you is because in the Extreme Martial Arts Museum, as long as you work hard, you have the opportunity to get in touch with more advanced cultivation methods, and stay in the Extreme Martial Arts Academy to study hard and pass a few Months, maybe you can surpass your uncle."

Moustache didn't expect his nephew to understand at once.

He finished, standing up, holding the cigarette butt in his fingers, and habitually intended to throw it away... as if he suddenly thought of something, he took a slight pause, looked around, and quickly stepped forward, flicking the cigarette butt not far away In the trash.

-There is no penalty for littering at the outpost, but if he does not develop good habits, he is worried that going to the green shade will bring back a stack of fines.

After a while, the convoy of Stormwind Group set off again.

In the wilderness,

Looking around, it was full of weeds taller than people, trees in the distance, lush green, dilapidated buildings, covered with vines, the river in the distance, still clear...

The only difference is the road that has been repaired underfoot.

The potholes and cracked roads have been asphalted and leveled. No scrapped vehicles can be seen in sight. Weeds growing from cracks in the road are also cleaned up.

After passing the Ximu outpost, walking on this main road leading to the green, the caravan guards no longer need to open the way for the trucks. Every hundreds of meters, you can see a black high towering beside the road. tower.

Moustache said, "The last time I came, the road wasn't ready, and the development of greenery was really too fast."

The road is level, and I hardly met on the way

Demonized beasts, the speed of the convoy is much faster than before, just over a minute of effort, the green shelter, is in sight.

"That is--"

Xiaohu exclaimed.

The tall city wall in the distance is like a black dragon, entrenched in it, covering half of the sky.

In front of the black city wall, there is a golden wheat field, and many survivors who pushed the walk-behind harvester shuttled among the rice fields.

The mustache was startled.

Harvested?

It looks like a bumper harvest!

He began to plan to transport a batch of grain back to Hengcheng.

The truck slowed down and drove slowly, and the flow of people returning home converged on the main road leading to the city gate.

Closer, everyone was as small as an ant at the foot of the wall.

This is a miracle in the history of architecture.

Many people who came to Luyin for the first time looked up staring, unable to look away.

Xiaobei Rao had seen it several times and still marveled, "Xiaohu, this wall is more spectacular than the wall of Hengcheng."

The wall of the large sanctuary is made of reinforced concrete. It has a bunker, a fort, and a majestic and magnificent wall. It can be compared to a black wall connected with black rocks and no gaps can be seen... The wall of the horizontal city seems to be worse. what.

...What a momentum!

The walls of the Hengcheng are more like being assembled together. The steel plates on the outside of the wall can see obvious welding traces. It looks like a green wall.

The city gate, which is large enough to accommodate a dozen trucks in parallel, is completely open, unlike many large shelters. On weekdays, only a small door that can barely let vehicles pass is opened.

Moustache looked up.

This majestic wall was ten meters taller than when he arrived half a month ago.

Before this kind of hurdle, no matter how many levels of magic wave, I'm afraid it's nothing.

In front of the city gate,

A survivor who hurries.

Awakenings who have returned home.

The newcomer to Luyin for the first time, like a pilgrimage.

Some are ragged, some are neatly dressed, and others are full of blood and toughness.

Most of them are walking, and a few are carrying cars, Hummers, heavy trucks, armored vehicles, ATVs... can be seen here.

Even the unruly awakeners, the large convoys with all their eyes, came to the main road in front of the city gate, but they just followed the flow of people honestly and did not dare to have extra actions.

After entering the city, the flow of people was scattered.

Straight ahead leads to the most prosperous business district, but the convoy of the storm business group turned to the left and walked along the road to a large parking lot.

This is the place where Luyin provides to foreign caravans, parks vehicles, and unloads cargo.

Looking around, many vehicles have been parked here, mostly modified trucks. Like their Storm Chamber of Commerce, a thick steel plate layer is installed outside the car, and a cone-shaped collision angle is welded in front of the car.

There are patrols in the parking lot...the awakeners who should now be called the garrison are patrolling back and forth, safe and reliable...at least Moustache has not heard of it, which chamber of commerce lost something in the parking lot.

After the truck stopped, Moustache directed the caravan members to remove some of the goods from the truck.

Suddenly his nephew showed a panicked look, pointing to the distance, "So, what is that?"

The moustache looked down, a deer that looked like a deer, but it was several times larger than the deer that ordinary people know, and appeared in their vision.