In two days, the Southern Qing Intelligence Department, Lan Qingya brought more than a dozen intelligence agents from the headquarters, as well as some staff from the Municipal Department, quickly took action. Through leaflets, small advertisements, rumors, and other ordinary and unusual means, hundreds of survivors were recruited one after another.
Instead of pushing them, they were distributed in various strongholds in the slums, with about a dozen survivors in each stronghold.
More people were eliminated in the screening process.
In the backyard of a bar in the slums, there were a lot more survivors coming in and out in the past two days.
"Delicious!"
Tang Wenliang finished the last bite of the compressed dry food and couldn't help but lick the residue at the corner of his mouth and let out a sigh.
Beside him, a survivor who was also sitting against the wall nodded in agreement.
"I thought it would be good enough to eat a full meal. I didn't expect it to be so delicious. I seem to have tasted the taste of beef. I can't remember how long it has been since I tasted beef."
The compressed dry food was slightly bigger than a pack of ordinary biscuits and looked ordinary.
At first.
Tang Wenliang, who passed the screening, was somewhat disappointed when he got such a pack of compressed dry food from the hands of an expressionless man.
It was less than the size of a palm and very thin, wrapped in white transparent film. He weighed it and found it was less than a catty.
But Tang Wenliang didn't complain.
The other survivors who passed the initial screening did not and did not dare to complain. They were just the survivors at the bottom.
A pack of dry food, although it didn't seem to be much, was also a pleasant surprise.
When Tang Wenliang tore open the outer packaging and took a bite towards the corner of the square dry food, he chewed it in his mouth.
The rich fragrance instantly exploded from his mouth. That small corner of the dry food wriggled on the tip of his tongue and tasted it repeatedly. After a long time, until the rich fragrance disappeared, he was willing to turn the dry food into thick water and slid it down his throat into his stomach.
The delicious taste was only an insignificant part.
After a moment of digestion, Tang Wenliang was surprised to find that a stream of heat gushed out from his stomach, infiltrated his five viscera, and flowed through his limbs.
His body, which had been very weak after being hungry for a long time, slowly recovered under the effect of this stream of heat.
He only ate a third of the dry food and felt the long-lost feeling of fullness.
After eating, Tang Wenliang looked at the survivors in the big room who were similar to him.
There were 20 to 30 people, and everyone was given a hardtack and a thick coat. At this moment, he was tightly wrapped in it. In this cold weather, he finally felt warm.
It gave him food and clothes, so it was impossible for him to be a man-eating demon.
His heart, which had been hanging in suspense, was finally at ease.
However, he was puzzled. Why did this group of people recruit them? At the same time, he was worried that his beautiful life might leave him at any time.
…
Hai Honghui pushed the door open, and the two intelligence personnel guarding the room nodded at him as a sign of respect.
He clapped his hands, and the loud sound attracted the attention of the survivors who were either sitting or lying down.
"A lot of people are wondering what we do and what you will do in the future. Due to confidentiality rules, I can't tell you now."
Seeing that some people were numb and some were disappointed, Hai Honghui didn't care. He paused and continued, "But you don't have to worry. You have passed the initial screening. At worst, you can have a job to support yourself. As long as you work hard enough, some of you can change your fate. I won't say much about this. You will see it in the near future."
"Soon, you will leave Nanqing with us. If you have a family, remember to report in advance."
No one answered, no one moved. The atmosphere seemed a bit dull.
But Tang Wenliang's heart was burning.
…
"These survivors are too lifeless."
Hai Honghui, who pushed the door and entered, shook his head.
Inside the room, there were several intelligence personnel. This was the center, and they could receive news from most of the Nanqing strongholds.
Lan Qingya had also seen those survivors, "Some people may not believe our words. Some just want food. They are probably used to a life of eating and waiting to die. When we arrive at the Tree Shade, I hope the people from the Ministry of Municipal Affairs can reverse those people's ideas."
She just sighed slightly and quickly got into work mode, "At present, there are a total of 351 rune talents. But the new people who passed the screening are getting fewer and fewer … And although our means are hidden, after all, there are hundreds of survivors moving around. Maybe it will attract the attention of the Nanqing local forces …"
After a pause, she said, "I decided to take the first batch of highly talented talents to the Tree Shade first."
Bar, stronghold No. 1. The survivors who stayed here were also the highest quality talents in the initial screening.
These 20 or 30 people were even more important than the other 300 people.
Hai Honghui frowned, "These survivors are not fast. The Tree Shade is far away from here. I don't know how many dangers there are along the way. Even if all the people you brought were dispatched, it would be difficult to bring them to the shelter in one piece … And if you leave, I'll be short on manpower."
"Unless they take a car. But … you know, since the change of weather, vehicles have become more and more difficult. Even if there are vehicles to transport survivors, it will take a lot of time to go back and forth. Now the vehicle failure rate is high. It's better to wait for the two railway lines to connect, and then send people over."
Lan Qingya shook her head.
"I know. It's just that the railway between the Tree Shade and Nanqing won't be connected so early. Ordinary talents will be sent over after the railway is opened in the future. But this group of highly talented talents, the sooner we send them to the shelter, the sooner we can train a few rune masters."
After arriving at the Tree Shade, there were still several screening tests. These people may not be the top talents in runes.
However, among the 20 or 30 people, a few stand out and become rune masters. The probability is still quite high.
"So I'm going to contact the garrison corps and ask them to send a rhinoceros chariot to pick these people up."
"Rhinoceros chariot? The kind of armored vehicle that weighs dozens of tons, like a steel beast? "
Hai Honghui's level was high enough to understand many of the Tree Shade's secrets. He knew that his shelter had two of the best chariots.
The Floating Chariot and the Rhinoceros Chariot.
Relatively speaking, the Rhinoceros Chariot was a grade lower than the Floating Chariot, but it was much larger. It was like a combination of a tank and a troop carrier.
It was said that the garrison corps had no more than 10 Rhinoceros Chariots.
"If you can persuade them to send the Rhinoceros Chariot, then it's a sure thing."
… …
The next day.
Lan Qingya gathered several intelligence department personnel, plus two municipal department personnel who were responsible for maintaining order, and brought twenty to thirty survivors out of the bar one after another.
The survivors who had recovered their strength no longer staggered. It took them ten minutes to walk to the main road that could accommodate two cars side by side.
It was also the only driveway in the slums.
A rusty bus stopped on the side of the road, and Hai Honghui jumped off.
"Don't think this bus is broken. It's not easy to find a big bus without attracting attention these days. At least it's no problem to send you to the North Gate."
He said and patted the shell of the bus. Fine iron scraps rustled down, and the bus shook as if it could fall apart at any time.
Hai Honghui: "… …"
… …
Tang Wenliang and the other survivors boarded the bus one by one and found a seat to sit down.
Hai Honghui acted as the driver, and Lan Qingya sat in the first row. Accompanied by a few weak 'tut tut' sounds, the bus finally started, shaking and shuddering as it drove on the not spacious road.
They were careful to avoid pedestrians. Occasionally, there were vehicles passing by on the road. Most of them were armored vehicles with welded collisions. The bus was also welded with a circle of iron bars, so it was not conspicuous.
However, it seemed that the horsepower was insufficient. The state of driving was sometimes fast and sometimes slow. It made people worry how long this rusty bus could last.
Lan Qingya originally wanted the survivors to walk to the North Gate. But the Nanqing shelter was not small. It was two or three kilometers from the slums to the North Gate.
These survivors walked slowly. Even if 20 or 30 people scattered, it would easily attract others' attention.
Her thoughts were flying.
In the blink of an eye, the bus had arrived at the city gate. Hai Honghui took out a Chamber of Commerce certificate. After a while, without any obstacles, the bus drove out of the Nanqing shelter.
There were also a lot of crops planted outside the city walls of the Nanqing shelter. But from time to time, they were harassed by demonic beasts. Most of them were ruined, and a few looked sick and stunted.
There wasn't much food in a season's harvest. The Nanqing shelter still had to buy food from the Tree Shade.
At this time, it was not the morning rush hour. There were still a lot of hunters carrying weapons who walked out of the shelter in high spirits. They killed demonic beasts and earned spirit stones to enjoy themselves for several days.
Compared to the hunters, the survivors living in the slums seemed to live in another world.
The people on the bus hadn't walked out of the tall city walls for a long time. Many survivors were once engaged in scavenging. But due to the repeated exploration of the surrounding areas, they gradually disappeared in history.
In the wilderness outside, there were ancient trees, tall grass, and a cold wind blowing. It was strange.
The bus moved slowly. The bumpy road made the bus shake again and again.
Driving out of the main road, they drove for a few more minutes. Gradually, they couldn't see any other hunters.
"Let's stop here. As long as the garrison troops are nearby, they will receive the coordinates."
Lan Qingya took out the beacon and activated it. A circle of invisible waves spread out from the light red cube in her hand.
Hai Honghui nodded.
He couldn't stand the air in the bus. He jumped out of the bus. The Soul of Coffee was ready to move, but he couldn't find the ingredients to make it at hand.
"Next time I go out, I must always bring it with me."
He muttered, leaning against the door. His lazy body suddenly straightened, and his eyes focused on the distant woods.
A mixed hunter's aura appeared in his perception.
A group of hunters wearing uniform combat uniforms with weapons hanging from their waists and guns in their hands walked out of the woods and surrounded the bus in an instant.
The leader, a young man with three red lines on the arm of his combat uniform stepped forward and shouted, "We're from the Nanqing Guard. We suspect you're cultists. Get out of the bus for inspection!"
On the bus, the survivors were in a commotion.
They recognized the uniform. It represented the Nanqing Shelter and also represented the supreme power. Even other hunters would be obedient in front of these uniformed people.
The people in the slums didn't understand the world of hunters. They only felt fear. It was the fear of the people at the bottom of the hierarchy who held the power of life and death. Under the young guard's shout, some people instinctively stood up, ready to get off the bus for inspection.
Tang Wenliang looked at the few people on the bus who should also be hunters, and then looked at the guards who had already drawn their weapons. He could only force himself to calm down.
Two personnel from the municipal department stayed on the bus. Lan Qingya and five other intelligence personnel got off the bus and looked at the Nanqing Guard.
There were only seven hunters on one side, dressed in different clothes.
On the other side, there were dozens of fully equipped people.
The guard captain's smile finally rose. "Get off the bus for inspection. Don't worry, we won't let go of any cultists, but we won't wrongly accuse any good people."
He really didn't intend to frame these people as cultists. He just used it as an excuse to detain the survivors on the bus.
Although they were trash survivors with no skills, since they were chosen by the Tree Shade Shelter, it was necessary to intercept them.
The captain believed that there must be something hidden in this group of people that they hadn't discovered.
The atmosphere was solemn.
Lan Qingya snorted coldly. The terrifying aura of the Eighth Awakening Stage broke out in an instant. Like a gust of wind, it slapped towards the guards' faces.
Her hair that was tied behind her head fluttered. Her gaze swept across, and the guards retreated again and again.
The captain cursed in his heart, but he was also deterred by the aura. He himself was only at the Seventh Awakening Stage!
But his momentum wasn't weak. "What do you want? Believe it or not, I can transfer 300 strong people from the city wall with a single order! "
"Well, leave the survivors on the bus, and you can leave." He thought he gave the opposite side a way out.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
The survivors on the bus were shivering.
Hai Honghui also released the aura of the Seventh Awakening Stage. The other intelligence personnel had their hands on their weapons.
… …
Lan Qingya knew in her heart that the secret recruitment of talents was eventually discovered by the Southern Qing.
But it was also expected.
She had already been authorized by the director.
The reason why she secretly recruited them was because she didn't want to have a conflict with the Southern Qing. But it didn't mean she was afraid.
"Okay, you can take the people, but …"
"From now on, the Tree Shade Shelter will no longer sell any food and rune equipment to the Southern Qing."
The captain didn't show his joy, but his whole face looked like he knew the secret.
Without the Tree Shade's equipment and food, can the Southern Qing survive? The answer is yes. However, it's like a person who has experienced a luxurious life and returned to poverty again. No one can stand it.
The Southern Qing wasn't a monolithic entity. If the equipment supply was cut off because of today's incident, then …
He was still stubborn, "Even if we don't buy directly from you, there's still the Chamber of Commerce. The Chamber of Commerce brings a lot of equipment every once in a while."
"Do you think the Tree Shade Shelter has the ability to cut off the Chamber of Commerce's supply?"
Lan Qingya still chuckled and stopped talking.
The captain's face was tangled.
It's a difficult choice to let it go or not.
If he doesn't let it go, he'll be the scapegoat if something happens. If he lets it go, he'll aggressively bring his men to surround the bus. If he just leaves like that …
It felt like he had let out a fart. There was nothing there.
His face was so tangled that he almost got sick.
Suddenly.
A roaring roar came from the distance.
Towering trees that were twenty to thirty meters tall were toppled one after another.
A two-story-tall war chariot that was entirely silver and black and looked like an iron fortress appeared in everyone's line of sight.
The war chariot's tracks rotated, leaving a mark of nearly 20 centimeters on the ground. It drove straight in front of them and stopped.
Several thick barrels pointed around, sending chills down people's spines.
A hunter wearing a black combat uniform opened the chariot's door and jumped down from it.
Armed with high-grade rune weapons, rune firearms, and the unknown terrifying war chariot.
He recognized the symbols inscribed on it.
It's the Tree Shade Guard Regiment.
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