The Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Jing'an half turned around, just in time to see a girl walking forward. Her clothes are also in tatters, and her disgraced appearance can even make people misidentify her gender.

"Sir, we are from a gathering place dozens of miles away from here. There is no official name, but we all call it the town of Krasson."

"I know this place, you continue."

Jing'an half raised his eyelids, paused slightly, and continued.

"A small settlement in the southwest? You should belong to the area under the jurisdiction of Hu Jingcheng, and there should be a means of contacting the city guard inside? How could you end up like this?"

It is not uncommon for settlements attached to large cities, such as the small town of Krasson, to be included in the ranks of asylum by paying tribute to the town and collecting information on a regular basis.

Generally speaking, the armaments of these small towns are not bad.

Can three robbers armed with assembled guns slaughter an entire small settlement? Speaking out, I am afraid that children can laugh out big teeth.

"Sir, you know our situation so well, are you from Hu Jingcheng?"

"The traveler on the way is nothing but knows some of the current situation in the vicinity."

Under the prompt of the system, Jing'an knew all the settlements and villages.

And even though Jing'an had already argued, the girl who made the noise couldn't help showing a little excitement at this time.

Except for the locals who were born and raised, almost no one can understand the local situation this way.

This gentleman must be Hu Jingcheng's city guard!

She pursed her lips and continued.

"I don't know much. Because of Grandpa McCarthy, I only know that an emergency assembly notice was suddenly issued on Hu Jingcheng yesterday. As a subsidiary settlement, we have the obligation to participate in major decision-making discussions."

Emergency collection.

Jing'an raised his brow slightly, he was no stranger to this statement.

In Jiang Yue's recollection, he clearly marked its purpose—events related to the survival of the city state. It was necessary to gather all the senior leaders to conduct a discussion meeting related to direction and decision-making.

"What happened to Hu Jingcheng..."

Jing'an couldn't help but think of the large-scale event puzzle that the previous system prompted, and he didn't know whether this trip to the north also included the special circumstances of this border city-state.

"It's more complicated than expected."

Jing'an rubbed his chin and said without raising his head.

"You don't care about me, keep talking."

"Okay sir! It happened yesterday evening. These guys attacked the post while the mayor was away and started setting fire. Taking advantage of the chaos, they shot and killed Grandpa McCain and the other uncles. Then..."

Although the description of the trembling sound was gentle, it also evoked heart-wrenching memories, and these orphans all began to whisper.

"Yes, I understand, thank you."

Hu Jingcheng held an emergency assembly meeting, and the surrounding town of Krasson was looted. It is estimated that there is only a piece of rubble left—the information that needs to be collected is already clear.

Jing An nodded blankly. He fumbled, took out a small yellow straw pole from his waist, and stuffed it into the girl's hand.

"The sprouts of cabbage can heat up when chewed in the mouth, and it can also play a role in fending off cold in this kind of weather."

"Walking along the southwest, there is a path under the cliff. That's all I can say."

"Wish ya'll good luck."

He turned around without hesitation and walked quickly towards the old popsicle on the side.

"Sir, sir! You wait, please wait!"

A whispered request cannot be exchanged for a little bit of compassion. For Jing'an, he has not yet reached the point where he can give to others.

In desperation, the girl's voice suddenly rose, and her hiss penetrated the frost crystal, with a pleading meaning.

"Sir! Take us with you! If we walk alone in this kind of weather, we will all freeze to death!"

Compared to these, what is more frightening is the mutant beast lurking everywhere. If you encounter on the way, nine deaths will be the luckiest result in your life.

"What does that matter to me?"

A simple request cannot be exchanged for mercy, so...you can only ask for the other side's kindness.

"Sir, I, I will do a lot of things! I can help you wash and cook, as long as you help, take us out of this tundra, I will sell you my life!"

Jing An turned his head halfway, and couldn't help but choke twice with dry laughter.

"You have a little body, I'm afraid that you won't even twist your robe clean."

"No, it's more than that! Sir, I can also do some simple crafting tasks! I can also help with maintenance of firearms and motor repairs!"

Jing'an shook his hand, he didn't care about it at all.

"Also, and... I can also send simple telegrams and understand some simple planting knowledge! I can make up peace knots and speak the dialect of the northern border, I, I..."

Souchang scraped his belly to show his characteristics to the other party, but failed to get the slightest affirmation. Desperate and self-blaming, she finally couldn't keep her restraint anymore, and fell to her knees with a thump, her head drooping steadily swaying, and finally shedding tears of grievance.

"Please, don't go, don't go..."

"Stand up."

A male voice sounding like a natural sound came from before him, raising his head surprisingly.

The so-called desperate survival is nothing more than this.

"You said you can understand the northern dialect, can you still speak it?"

"Yes...yes, sir."

The nose and tears were wiped on the messy cuffs, and her voice finally seemed less deformed under the restraint.

"My father is from a highlander, and he was taught the native language when he was a child. It's just that the usual environment is not suitable, so I always use the Commonwealth to speak."

"…good."

The northern dialect is indeed a knot of Jing'an. In the materials deliberately prepared by the system, although there are indeed complete highland soil syllable annotations, if you want to master a foreign language in a short time...unless Jing'an is willing to use the rehearsal ability that is only left.

In other words, Jing'an really needs an indigenous person who can help translate the Highland language.

In contrast, compared to hiring local adults, this little guy in front of you...maybe a good choice.

It was the first time Jing'an looked seriously at the little guy in front of him.

The knotted, bifurcated brown hair is exaggerated like a puppy with fried hair. The model with a wide forehead and a high bridge of nose is more masculine on the face, coupled with a narrow face and a small mouth, and a neutral but slightly weak face, this is the face of this guy.

"Tell me, your name."

"My name is Aisha, sir."

Jing'an nodded slightly, he folded his hands on his chest, and cast his eyes on the setting sun that started to fall on the side-in a while, it would be dark.

"My name is Jing'an, you don't need to bring a husband to call me in the future. Now, just prepare yourself."

"Let's go."