The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

At dusk, the glow that still had a lingering rhyme tilted slightly, cast from the side of Jing'an's face, trying to transmit the last light and heat.

By this time, the surrounding environment had already begun to get significantly colder.

The green vegetation has decreased, and the sparse and barren land has begun to stand out. Walking along with the old popsicles, Jing'an and the old popsicles found that the surrounding terrain was also undergoing obvious changes-from a hill with a gentle **** to a steeper cliff and mountain stream.

At some point, some hazy ice crystals began to fall in the sky. Jing An tried to reach out, letting these translucent objects the size of fingernails fall on the back of his hands.

Starting with a cold touch, Xuan even turned into a drop of water from the ice crystal, following the arc of the back of the hand, and finally dripping onto the solid, hard ground on the frozen ground.

After a rush day and night, Jing'an finally reluctantly left the central region of the Federation.

Such as Diamond City, Mueller City, and even the entire area of ​​Okura City, which is essentially part of the southern region of the Federation. These city-states are relatively dense, and they also encompass nearly 70% of the population of the entire Federation.

"But the entire southern part only occupies one-third of the entire Federation."

Jing'an raised his index finger towards the old popsicle and continued to explain.

"As recorded in books, it is said that before the disaster, there was a country called Huaxia on the Blue Star. The southern region there contained nearly two-thirds of the population, and the situation was exactly similar to the status quo of the Federation."

The old ice lolly wagged his tail seemingly, his head lifted slightly, and occasionally responded to Jing'an in a soft voice-although many times, it didn't understand what Jing'an meant, but it didn't matter.

As a hunting dog, as long as it can interact with Jing'an, the old popsicle is already very happy.

"Woo~"

In fact, Jingan didn't understand what the old popsicle wanted to express.

But it does not affect the ‘communication’ between the two parties.

"In addition, what we expect to stay here tonight is the place where we are stuck in the border between the North and South of the Federation. It should be a very interesting place, and you will definitely like it."

Jing'an paused slightly, recalled the information stored in the system for a while, and then continued.

"That place is called...The Cliff Pass."

The old popsicle raised his head slightly and sniffed noncommittal. It is not interested in this somewhat weird place name.

Suddenly, the old popsicle stopped.

"Huh, huh..."

With a slight grunt, the shape of the old popsicle gradually lowered. Its ears were erected high, and its nose began to twitch constantly, seeming to be groping for the information fragments wandering in the air.

Jing'an also stopped at the right moment. He stood silently beside the old popsicle, showing no signs of rash action.

There is a specialization in the field of art. When it comes to investigation and exploration, the old popsicle can be described as an expert-level veteran.

But right now, there is usually only one situation in which the old popsicle can assume such a posture-there is someone in front.

There are only a few miles away from the boundary between the north and the south, and generally speaking, there should be no other talents.

After all, the environment here is destined to be unsuitable for ordinary people to live long-term.

The old popsicle turned his head halfway, and after obtaining Jing'an's approval, he took light steps. The hound's paw pads are thick and warm, and even in this kind of weather, it will not affect the actions of the old popsicles in the slightest.

After tightening the package on her body to ensure that the Noel hanging on one side would not fall, Jing An followed the footsteps of the old popsicles, preparing to detour from the side of the hillside.

On the way, a biting cold wind came from top to bottom, and the entrapped ice crystals hit Jing'an's face, instantly blurring his eyebrows into two creamy white frozen strips.

At the same time, the expressions of one person and one dog began to become a little serious.

Sandwiched between the cold wind and ice and snow, there was a familiar smell of rust.

Seeing blood.

The place is not far away.

…………

The predators of the Federation have had a very uncomfortable life recently.

The days that are not attached to the city-state, are not disciplined, and do whatever they want are free. But the premise of all these is based on a stable base. Generally speaking, these territories are formed with the wreckage of the old age as the core, after the second reinforcement.

For example, the dilapidated factory that Jing'an settled down this morning.

Relying on a fortress that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, plus a series of reinforced and modified heavy machine weapons. Even if they encounter a crazy evolution beast, they can smoothly repel it.

Of course, the scope is limited to monsters at the level of the black demon.

As the thoughts flowed, just recalling the thick and exaggerated snake body like an ancient tree, the team leader shook involuntarily, causing goose bumps.

The so-called escape from the mouth of a tiger is like flipping a coin at both ends. Life and death are nothing but fleeting ice flowers in front of the super-specification giant snake.

Luckily, he was able to escape.

After all, his life was saved.

But... the base area was lost, and only a few unobedient brothers remained. With a team of this size, it is really difficult to continue making waves in the southern boundary of the Federation.

If you want to continue begging for food, you can only think of a way to continue your old business-murder and arson, robbery and reselling.

The north is barren, and although the gathering place is more sparse, it is also easier to start.

Unbearable memories came to mind, and the team leader with the fiery red moxican head showed a gloomy expression.

There are guns, some people, and a restless heart that wants to get rich.

Then this series of actions seems less obtrusive.

Loot the poor gathering places and divide the finances until the young children are gathered and rushed to the black market in the town to sell them for money.

Such a behavior of squeezing bones and sucking the marrow, for him.

There is no psychological burden.

However, with such a few brats, they can only sell the price of three assembled guns. Thinking of this, he waved his long whip again.

Flicking his wrists, the leather-tanned weapon shredded the ice crystals in the air, wrapped in a biting chill, and bit on the exposed skin.

The skin that had become red from the cold instantly swelled and cracked, revealing flesh and blood like a red pomegranate, but failed to shed a little blood.

"Go hurry! You trash, don't try to drag the ground! Winter nights are not a good season for sleeping out. If you don't want to freeze to death, just leave!"

"I, I can't walk anymore..."

Even begging for mercy seemed so powerless.

His knees were soft, and with the trend of leaning forward, even if he fell on his knees on the frozen ground in front of him-the thin shirt he was forced to put on couldn't keep warm and block. At the moment he landed, he was cut apart by the stone, and he made several openings on his limbs as thick as a baby's mouth.

"Please, please. Sir, give me something to eat and something to wear. I really can't go on anymore."