Chapter 280
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Clang …
The rusty sign was shaking in the wind and sand. It was vaguely visible that there was a line of slogans praising the king. The slogans were splashed with red paint, and a rotten skeleton was hanging on it. The flesh had long been eaten clean by passing vultures. The two hideous hollow eye sockets stared at the ground buried in yellow sand.
On the Gobi Desert in the distance, there were a few shacks and tents with holes in them. Everywhere was filled with a sour stench. A group of people dressed in ragged clothes gathered in the shacks. Occasionally, there would be some men with rough skin carrying guns walking around.
It was like a camp for refugees. After years of drought and lack of rain, the muddleheaded king, and the rebellious people, Alabasta was like a powder keg that could explode at any time. The atmosphere of restlessness, brutality, and despair was like the endless sandstorm that was invading every inch of the soil for survival.
A string of bullets splashed smoke and dust on the ground. Lippa's footsteps stopped abruptly. Because of the soil and water, his haggard face became more and more gloomy. He looked up and stared in the direction of the bullets.
A man with gauze wrapped around his head was holding a flintlock and carefully hiding behind the tent. Behind the tent, there were some men holding torches. Their eyes were bloodshot, and the blood vessels on their faces were full of twisted and tyrannical desire. "This camp is full. Go somewhere else."
Lippa glanced at the mess in the camp. He withdrew his gaze gloomily and turned around to go around.
"Wait a minute, leave the food and water on you!"
A woman came out from behind the tent and stared at the jug hanging on Lippa's waist. The combination of her thin cheeks and abnormally bulging eyes was hideous and ugly.
The woman's reminder made the breathing of the men around her become heavy. The sound of greed and panting seemed to rub against the bullets in the chamber. The smell of gunpowder in the air became hot.
"You want the water in my jug?" Lippa stopped. Dai Ou, who was behind him, took a step forward and stuck to Lippa's side.
Lippa untied the jug tied to his waist, then unscrewed the cap, and the jug suddenly fell down.
Bang!
Gunshots!
Dai Ou reached out and grabbed the bullet in his palm, crushing it into dregs. Li Pa raised his eyelids, revealing a terrifying smile on his face. He poured out a scarlet liquid from the jar. The liquid was mixed with pink fleshy foam. This was the blood squeezed out from the human body.
He poured half a can and then put it to his lips to moisten his dry throat. "This damn country and this desert where I can't find my way. Can anyone tell me where the rebels are?"
In the official words of Alabasta, the rebellion army was a "rebel army." At first, it was composed of mobs and bandits, but now, it had developed into the largest scale of rebel forces in Alabasta. They were being encircled and suppressed by the garrison, but the more they were suppressed, the stronger they became. There was a vague trend of overthrowing the entire country in the near future.
"Tell me where the Revolutionary Army is, and I will leave this jar to you. Otherwise …" Lippa gripped the jar tightly, creating a creaking sound. "I will kill all of you."
Half an hour later.
A strong and nauseating smell of blood lingered in the air above the campsite. Dai Ou's hands were hooked on hundreds of stone chains, all of which were covered in minced meat. Whenever he shook his hands, all the stone chains would tremble and sway. The minced meat seemed to be rolled up by the chains and seeped into the texture of the stones, gradually disappearing into nothingness.
For the transformations that could evolve, their bodies had part of the black silk tissue as modified organs. They could also rely on killing to plunder the nutrients needed for their growth and evolution.
"The flesh and blood of those dead people have been swallowed by the stone. It feels more and more like Colonel Yarlin. The monsters created by Yarlin are like himself, man-eating monsters!"
Lippa subconsciously pinched the flesh on his stomach and thought quietly in his heart. He kicked the man who had collapsed on the ground. "You know where the Revolutionary Army is, then take me there."
"I know, I know!" The man nodded like garlic, his tongue seemed to be tied with a knot.
Lippa squatted down and tied the jar filled with blood to his waist. He used his eyes to signal the man to lead the way. Dai Ou followed behind Lippa expressionlessly. His eyes occasionally moved quietly, as if he was recalling something or thinking about something.
Half a month had passed. The Baroque Workshop hidden in the desert and monitoring the movements of the Naval Branch from afar did not find any abnormalities. The entire Naval Branch did not make any abnormal movements. It was just doing some simple daily operations. If there was anything strange, it was too quiet. Especially at night, the entire base seemed to have fallen into a dead silence.
"It's too quiet. If I didn't see the figures of the Navy, I would have thought that the base was full of dead people." The spy hiding behind the sand slope threw the extended version of the binoculars to his partner next to him.
"When the sky is completely dark, we can go in and investigate." Another spy raised the binoculars for a while and suggested.
"Okay!"
The sky gradually darkened.
Two figures walked around to the back wall of the Naval Branch. They climbed up lightly, jumped over the barbed wire, and jumped to the ground. They rolled and hid behind the building.
"The security is very lax. I don't see any soldiers patrolling at night."
"It's really very quiet. Are they all asleep? All the rooms seem to have the curtains closed. Strange, don't you feel that the temperature in the base is much colder than outside?"
"Shh!"
"What's wrong?"
"It seems that something is watching us in the dark. Maybe I'm wrong. Let's walk around the base and then quickly go out. I feel that something is not right." The spy looked at the wall next to him. There were some wrinkled cracks on it. He felt that something was not right. He felt a little scared.
Ta …
Muffled footsteps sounded on the field. There was only one footstep. The two of them turned pale with fright. This footstep suddenly and clearly entered their ears. There was no sign of it coming from afar. This meant that this person had been standing there all along. It was just that the two of them did not see it just now.
Whoosh … The sound of his footsteps echoed as the sand fell onto the field.
"That person was lying in the sand, so we didn't notice." Listening to the sound of sand falling, the two spies seemed to imagine a man buried in the sand standing up and walking towards them.
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