Data Wasteland

Taking off his coat, there was a row of blood holes in his arm. Two of them were very large and bleeding gurglingly.

Chen Xing took out the medical disinfectant spray from the car and sprayed it on the wound for a long time, grinning in pain. Then he took out the bandage, bandaged the wound with his hands and mouth, took out the antidote, and gave himself a shot. Chonghualang carries rabies and living corpse virus, and must be purified, otherwise it will be life-threatening.

Without the trio, he dared not stay where he was, and while walking forward, he looked for a suitable hiding place. Along the way, I kept encountering corpse dogs and living dead in twos and threes, but their speed was not fast, so just bypass them.

After going on for more than two hundred kilometers, he found a pile of rocks. After a round of inspection, nothing was found, except for some white eggs in the cracks of the stone. Perhaps he had seen too many eggs recently, and he didn't take it to heart. Then he parked the locomotive under the rocks and climbed up by himself.

It's four o'clock in the afternoon, and the sun is fading and it's not so hot anymore. He took off his coat, unwrapped the bandage, gave himself a medicine, and then bandaged it again. His physical fitness assessment is only 12 points, which means that he is only 20% faster than normal people. It takes at least twelve hours of rest to recover from such a wound.

But it only restores mobility, not wound healing. After resting for a while, he took out the kerosene lamp and cooked himself a bowl of vegetable luncheon noodles. After eating, he lay on the slightly hot stones, resting on his backpack.

Gradually, his eyelids got heavier and heavier, and finally fell asleep.

"Da da da……"

At midnight, Chen Xing was awakened by a tingling pain in his head, quickly drew out his pistol, took out the flashlight, and shone in the direction where he sensed the danger.

The incandescent light quickly locked on the target-a black scorpion with a large palm, the whole body was pitch black as ink, reflecting cold light, a scorpion tail was rolled up, and the stinging needle was pointed and long, making people uncomfortable to see.

This is a Gobi black scorpion. It is extremely poisonous. A single sting can poison an elephant. It was not until then that Chen Xing connected the eggs in the cracks of the stone with them. It turned out that this is the beautiful land of the black scorpion.

Chen Xing took aim with a pistol, hesitated for a few seconds, put it back in his back, and switched to a dagger. Shooting in the wasteland in the middle of the night, the sound and fire will travel far, attracting the attention of wild creatures or humans.

"Trusty rusty..."

He seemed to hear a fine rubbing sound in his ears, and he couldn't help but look down, and his back suddenly felt cold.

I saw dense black scorpions crawling under the rocks, making people's scalp numb. After a brief hesitation, Chen Xing took out two burning grenades and rolled over to the side and near the locomotive.

"Boom!"

There were two muffled noises, and the flames rose into the sky. Afraid of fire, the black scorpion immediately scattered and fled. Chen Xing jumped off the rock, rode on the motorcycle, and quickly fled the scene.

After running a few kilometers, he slowed down and turned off and stopped. Driving in the wasteland at night, like a firefly, the sound of engines and lights will cause a lot of unknown dangers.

"Huhuhu..."

Not long after stopping, a few pale shadows rushed over. The flashlight shone, and it was the corpse dog. Chen Xing did not dare to use a gun and drew out a dagger and rushed over. With his current strength, killing a few corpse dogs was easy. In a short while, all the pipes were cut off, and then covered with mud to prevent the smell of blood from dissipating.

Working until the middle of the night, Chen Xing dared not sleep anymore, sitting in the car, closing his eyes and resting.

After a few hours, a ray of light finally appeared on the horizon. Chen Xing started the locomotive and continued to head in the direction of the Gari tribe.

In order to avoid a small stone on the way, Chen Xing twisted it hard, only to get involved in the wound and almost let go of his hand in pain. He couldn't help but think that if there was a quick therapist, it would be nice to get back to normal immediately after a little bit of work.

I don't know why, Ye Yang Bailiu's healer talent shows no signs of awakening. Is it because it needs some opportunity?

Could it be that, like Big Cat, the course of history changed because of him?

Thinking of this, he shuddered. Once history changes drastically, he will lose the advantage of foresight, and many things will develop in unforeseen directions.

But it didn't take long before he regained his calm. A philosopher once said that there is inevitability and contingency in history. Some things will change, and some will not.

Just like, he was able to obtain his status today because of his experience as a human being for three lifetimes. This is inevitability, and because of good luck, he can be born again. This is accidental.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Chen Xing finally came to the location marked by Quaker. In front of me was a forest of Populus euphratica. The trunk was thick and twisted, the bark was dry and cracked, the leaves were yellow, yellow, green and green, and the tree body was split in many places, like a palm that only drilled out of the ground, ugly and terrible.

Populus euphratica is one of the most common plants in the wasteland. It is known as the "hero tree" and is the soul of life in the desert. Its vitality is extremely strong, heat-resistant, drought-resistant, salt-alkali-resistant, and wind-sand-resistant. It has the reputation of "birth and death for a thousand years, death for a thousand years, but a thousand years of immortality".

Generally, in a semi-desert zone, Populus euphratica forest means that there is a water source, which is suitable for human habitation. Therefore, many refugee tribes will choose to be next to the Populus euphratica forest, which can not only dig wells for water, but also protect against wind and sand. They can also hunt sand animals in the forest, such as barren mountain mink, hyena, and hare.

However, the recipes of the refugees are more extensive, even eating corpse dogs. You know, corpse dogs often eat the corpses of the living dead. Eating a corpse dog is equivalent to indirect cannibalism.

Although the living dead can no longer be called "humans", they are always evolved from human corpses, and their appearance and bones are exactly the same. Eating them must have a psychological shadow, even indirectly. What's more, they still carry a living corpse virus.

Chen Xing drove along the periphery of Populus euphratica, and as expected, he soon saw a tribe of refugees. The patchy tent stretched over a large area of ​​earth gray.

Some children in tattered clothes ran around in the open space between the tents, some were playing, some were chasing goats or black pigs.

Refugee children have to work from an early age, bring one or two sheep or pigs, and look for food everywhere. These meat animals are called "shading sheep" and "patterning pigs". The meat is delicious and will be sold to big cities and towns when they are mature for the nobles and wealthy people to eat.

This special meat is not cheap, and the market price is three to four silver coins per kilogram. But in fact, the income of the refugees is very low, and the purchase price of the vendors is only a few copper plates per kilogram. The reason is simple. Vendors take great risks and travel long distances, and freight costs alone account for more than 70%.

"Is this the Gali tribe?" Chen Xingchao asked the child on the edge of the tribe.

When the children saw him, instead of answering, they rushed away and ran away, as if they had seen a monster.

Not long after, a dozen young men came over, holding spears or old shotguns in their hands, looking at Chen Xing warily.

The two sides observed each other for a while, and Chen Xing said loudly: "I am a friend of'Red Wolf' Quick!"

The young men smiled suddenly, put down their spears and carried shotguns on their backs. The one in the lead stepped forward, opened his arms, hugged Chen Xing, and said, "Welcome, friend of Quik."

Although the other party was full of greasy and pungent sweat, Chen Xing reluctantly cooperated in order to show friendliness.