Chapter 1094: Scarface Youth's Experience 2
"Don't worry," the man saw that he was still silent, and couldn't help but speak again to comfort him:
"Our Gucheng Lake gathering place is different from other gathering places. There are real troops stationed here. It's not a gathering place established by those idiots who have no sons but their asses!"
When talking about this, the middle-aged man's tone was both resentful and proud. Obviously, he had probably suffered losses and been bullied in some gathering places, so he had a lot of resentment.
"I've learned a lot during my time here. The troops gathered here are all regular troops from the Zhongzhou War Zone. I heard they're even special forces. They're incredibly powerful. Coming here means our hard times are over!"
Hearing this, the woman in the front of the line nodded repeatedly and echoed excitedly:
"That's right! They provide free food, clothes, and medical treatment to us survivors. My kid is just unlucky. If... if he had met them earlier, maybe he wouldn't... wouldn't have died of illness..."
When talking about the past, the middle-aged woman couldn't help but choke up with tears in her eyes.
"But it's better to die. Maybe I'll be reincarnated after the end of the world, so I can avoid suffering and enjoy happiness directly..."
"Yes, yes, sister, it's good that you think so. This is a good thing!" A sloppy man with a beard who looked like Sha Seng also joined in and comforted in a positive tone.
"Those of us who survived shouldn't give up on ourselves. Now that we have the Bodhisattva soldiers from the Central Plains War Zone, our lives will definitely get better and better!"
"Look, haven't the troops been cleaning up those survivors who bullied us in the past? Look! Look! Another truck is coming!! They say they're going to attack a gathering place that refuses to obey the army's management!"
Buzz buzz————
As soon as the bearded "Sha Seng" finished speaking, the dull roar of the engine came from far away, hitting the earth like thunder.
Near the gate of the gathering place, the originally busy crowd was instantly ignited. They put down their work and broke into deafening cheers, as if welcoming a triumphant hero!
The scarred young man subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound and saw smoke and dust billowing on the main road, and a steel convoy was slowly approaching.
Leading the way was a wheeled armored vehicle covered in digital camouflage and with sharp edges. The remote-controlled weapon station on the roof slowly rotated, and the cold muzzle was intimidating.
Following closely behind were several modified military trucks, the cabins of which were packed with people - but not soldiers, but prisoners with their hands tied behind their backs, expressions of numbness or fear, and tattered clothes.
Covered in dust and dirt, they huddled under the guard of the soldiers, forming a stark contrast to the cheering crowd under the vehicle.
"Look! That's them! Those bastards from the Huacai gathering place!" Someone in the queue pointed at the truck excitedly and shouted:
"The one with the scar on his face! He's the one who stole the last half bag of rice from my family! He also beat my father to death!"
"Serves us right! It's karma! The army really took over our affairs!"
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Mixed in with the cheers were cries and curses, which were the emotional catharsis after long-suppressed grievances were redressed.
At this moment, the people's hearts clearly turned to this force from the "Zhongzhou War Zone".
But what attracted the scarred young man's attention most was not the captives, nor the huge armored vehicles, but a particularly "small" vehicle in the middle of the convoy.
It was an open-top "Lynx" all-terrain vehicle. The body of the vehicle should have been light and flexible, but at this moment it seemed overwhelmed and even a little funny because of the "passengers" on it.
There was only one person sitting in the car.
It’s Du Wu!
His burly body, nearly two meters tall, was completely wrapped in matte black "Dragon Spine" heavy exoskeleton armor. The thick shoulder armor and chest armor made him look like a human fortress, almost filling the entire carriage.
The huge size and narrow body form a very impactful contrast, as if a giant bear was stuffed into a children's toy car.
The crystal energy recirculation chamber behind him glowed with a faint blue light, and energy lines spread along his spine.
The most eye-catching thing is the extended Tang Dynasty sword lying across his knees!
The broad and thick blade and the blade back with welded reinforcing ribs reflect a dark blood-red luster in the sunset, and the black tactical rope wrapped around the handle adds a bit of fierceness.
He just sat there casually, one hand on the hilt of the knife, the other hand holding the car frame, the fierce aura tempered in the sea of corpses and blood hit him in the face, as if the surrounding noise had nothing to do with him. He just closed his eyes to rest, but he could suddenly jump up and smash everything at any time.
"Look! It's Captain Du! The Crystal Warrior!" The middle-aged man in the queue was so excited that his voice trembled. He pointed at Du Wu and said to the scarred young man, his tone full of awe and pride:
"That's him! He was the one who killed the mutant with a single slap! I saw it with my own eyes!"
The scarred young man stared at Du Wu, his heart beating uncontrollably.
If he had doubts about the statement that "mutants can be killed with a slap" before, then at this moment, after seeing Du Wu's inhuman body, the heavy armor with a sci-fi feel, and the huge blade that made people's necks cold just by looking at it, he believed it!
This is not the feeling of oppression that humans should have!
This is simply a humanoid killing machine! The mecha warriors in those pre-apocalyptic science fiction movies are probably no more than this!
Du Wu felt the intense gazes, and his helmet turned slightly, letting the dark mask sweep across the queue of people.
Despite the mask, the scarred young man seemed to be able to feel a cold gaze lingering on him for a moment, which made his hair stand on end. He subconsciously lowered his head and dared not look directly at it again.
It felt like being accidentally glanced at by a predator at the top of the food chain.
Amid cheers, the convoy slowly drove into the gathering place's gate. The heavy steel torrent, the crude rickshaws at the gate, and the survivors, their pale faces and skinny bodies but eyes full of hope, formed a highly symbolic picture of the apocalypse.
Absolute power brought about a fragile order and also ignited the last spark of despair.
Finally, as the scarred young man watched the convoy disappear through the gate, listening to the still heated discussions and cheers around him, he remained silent for a long time, as if in a dream, and unconsciously felt a strong sense of separation in his heart.
It felt like stepping from a desolate world into the interstellar age. Even humanoid mechas appeared? ?
Could it be that what he just pushed aside wasn't a dead bush, but a space-time portal?
Feeling the impact, he tightly gripped the shiny steel bar in his hand, his knuckles turning white from the force.
The original dead silence in his heart had now been completely replaced by a huge shock and an indescribable desire.
Here, things really seem different.
Maybe...staying would be the right choice?
Ps: I moved today, so there are only 2 more chapters.
