The little boy nodded his head, not really understanding.
"But, why do I have to go to the Extreme Martial Arts School? I … I don't want to stay there alone …"
He was very reluctant, with a little sobbing tone.
Before the doomsday, before junior high school, it was the age of innocence and romance. But the disaster broke out, and both his parents were killed … The little mustache man was the boy's only family.
The mustache man squatted and spat out a cloud of smoke that lingered in the cold air for a long time.
Not far away, a hawker carrying a backpack, wrapped in an old fur coat, greeted the passing hunters with a slightly stiff smile. Occasionally, he would sell a bottle of water or a bag of food. Only then would he inadvertently reveal a knowing smile.
The hunters wearing animal skins or combat suits were in a hurry.
Some were in groups of three or five with a dignified expression. Some were seriously injured and were carried back by their companions …
The man with the mustache had seen too many people in the past few months.
No one was easy.
The mustache man knew that if it weren't for the Tree Shade Shelter, ordinary survivors could only live a muddle-headed life and starve to death one day. How could they have a chance to survive?
The hunters seemed to be in the limelight, going out to hunt, but they were often buried in the wilderness. It wasn't until the emergence of rune equipment that the hunters gained the upper hand against the demonized beasts of the same level for the first time.
Including himself, he didn't get a ride from the Tree Shade Shelter. He was just an ordinary mercenary regiment leader. In the face of the big forces in the shelter, he could only bow his head and swallow his anger.
Unlike now, the Storm Chamber of Commerce was ranked in the top five among all the unofficial forces in Hengcheng!
The mustache man knew that everything came from strength.
He looked at the little boy kindly, "Little Tiger, you are very talented. Only in the Extreme Martial Arts School can you truly transform this talent into strength. Your mother entrusted you to me, so I will provide you with the best environment."
"Hengcheng also has a martial arts school. Isn't Hengcheng a large shelter? The Tree Shade is just a medium-sized shelter …"
"The Tree Shade is different." The mustache man shook his head slightly.
He knew his nephew's worries and fears. The doomsday was dangerous, and it was his nephew's first time traveling. It was his first time living in a strange environment. If there were no familiar people around him, he would inevitably be afraid.
However, in the post-apocalyptic world, many children who were in their teens or even younger had learned to survive on their own.
The mustache man no longer doted on him. He put on a stern face and said, "Little Tiger, you have to learn to be strong. Uncle can't protect you forever. Didn't you always say that you want to be a strong man when you grow up? As long as you study in the Dojo of Limits, you'll quickly become a true expert. "
"Haven't you always wanted to learn uncle's cultivation method? The reason why I'm not teaching you is because in the Dojo of Limits, as long as you work hard, you'll have the opportunity to learn more advanced techniques. Stay in the Dojo of Limits and learn well. In a few months, maybe you'll be able to surpass uncle. "
The mustache man did not expect his nephew to understand immediately.
After he finished speaking, he stood up with the cigarette butt between his fingers, intending to throw it away out of habit … Then, as though he had suddenly thought of something, he paused for a moment and looked around. Very quickly, he took a few steps forward and flicked the cigarette butt into a nearby trash can.
There was no penalty for littering at the outpost, but if he didn't develop a good habit, he was worried that a trip to the Tree Shade would bring back a stack of tickets.
After resting for a while, the Storm Merchant Group's fleet set off again.
In the wilderness.
As far as the eye could see, it was full of weeds taller than a person. The trees in the distance were lush and lush. The dilapidated buildings were covered with green vines. The river in the distance was still clear …
The only difference was that the road under their feet had been repaired.
The potholes and cracks on the road had been poured with asphalt and leveled. As far as the eye could see, there were no scrapped vehicles. The weeds growing from the road cracks were also cleaned up.
After passing the Creek Outpost, walking on the main road leading to the Tree Shade Shelter, the caravan guards no longer needed to clear the way for the trucks. Every few hundred meters, they could see a black tower standing on the side of the road.
The mustache man sighed, "The last time I came, the road hadn't been repaired yet. The Tree Shade Shelter is developing too fast."
The road was smooth, and there were almost no demonic beasts along the way. The convoy's speed was much faster than before. In just over an hour, the Tree Shade Shelter was in sight.
"That's …"
Xiao Hu exclaimed.
The tall city wall in the distance was like a black dragon, entrenched here, covering half of the sky.
In front of the black city wall was a golden wheat field. Many survivors were pushing handheld harvesters, shuttling through the rice fields.
The mustache man was startled.
Did you gain something?
Looks like it's a good harvest!
He planned to transport a batch of food back to Hengcheng.
The truck slowed down and drove slowly. The returning crowd gathered on the main road leading to the city gate.
As they got closer, everyone looked as small as an ant at the foot of the city wall.
This was a miracle in the history of architecture.
Many people who came to Tree Shade for the first time looked up, unable to move their eyes.
The mustache man had seen it several times, but he still exclaimed, "Xiao Hu, this city wall is much more spectacular than the Hengcheng city wall."
The large shelter's city wall was built with reinforced concrete, with bunkers and turrets. It was majestic and magnificent. But compared to the black city wall, which was made of black rocks without the slightest gap … Hengcheng's city wall seemed to be lacking something.
It was lacking a kind of momentum!
Hengcheng's city wall was more like a patchwork assembly. The steel plate on the outside of the wall had obvious welding marks. Unlike the Tree Shade's city wall, it was natural.
The wide city gate, which could accommodate more than a dozen trucks side by side, was completely open. Unlike many large shelters, which usually only opened a small gate that could barely allow vehicles to pass through.
The mustache man looked up.
This towering and majestic city wall was ten meters higher than when he arrived half a month ago.
In front of this kind of impregnable pass, no matter what level of demonic wave it was, it would be useless.
In front of the city gate.
Survivors hurrying on their way.
Hunters who had returned from outside.
Newcomers who came to the Tree Shade for the first time like a pilgrimage.
Some of them were ragged, some were neatly dressed, and some were full of iron-blooded aura.
Most of them were on foot. A few were in vehicles. Hummers, heavy trucks, armored vehicles, all-terrain vehicles … they could all be seen here.
Even the unruly hunters and the supercilious large convoy came to the main road in front of the city gate. They just followed the flow of people and didn't dare to make any extra movements.
After entering the city, the crowd dispersed.
Straight ahead was leading to the most prosperous commercial district. The Storm Merchant Group's convoy turned to the left, along the road, and came to a large parking lot.
This was the place provided by the Tree Shade for foreign caravans to park their vehicles and unload their goods.
As far as the eye could see, there were already a lot of vehicles parked here. Most of them were modified large trucks. Just like their Storm Merchant Group's, the carriage was equipped with thick steel plates, and the front of the vehicle was welded with a conical ram.
There were patrols in the parking lot. Now it should be called the Garrison Regiment hunters patrolling back and forth. It was safe and reliable. At least the mustache man had never heard of any Chamber of Commerce losing something in the parking lot.
After the truck stopped, the mustache man commanded the caravan members to remove some of the goods from the truck.
Suddenly, his nephew showed a panicked expression and pointed to the distance, "What, what is that?"
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