When they first set out from the market town, no one didn't want to complete the mission apart from Haman.
But now, how many people were willing to risk their lives to complete the mission, including Mankiw?
But the ridiculous thing was whether they wanted to complete the mission or not.
There was only one way out.
And that was to get out of the tunnel and go to Mount Roman.
Yes, the end of the tunnel was Mount Roman.
When Haman entered the running river.
Whatever he thought, he was carried along by the river.
The course of events never changed by the individual will.
The group continued to walk along the tunnel.
Mankiw said that according to the records in the city.
This tunnel was initially used for vehicles.
"Vehicles?" Haman thought to himself. "Are they the steel monsters that the capture team parked in the town?"
There were no forks in the tunnel, and there were no sharp corners.
It indeed looked very suitable for vehicles.
However, Haman looked up at the top of the six-meter-high tunnel.
How big was the car that needed such a high tunnel!
Although the once majestic tunnel had been worn away by time.
The originally magnificent artificial tunnel was now uneven due to the erosion of water and plants.
However, this great power could still span over a hundred years and survive until now.
Although the road inside the tunnel was a little bumpy, it was much easier than walking in the forest.
There were no large creatures here, only some poisonous insects.
The insect repellent that Haman and the others had could protect them from the poisonous insects.
In just three hours, they had advanced 20 kilometres.
It should have been noon by now.
The sunshine was Mankiw said should have arrived again.
But the sunshine couldn't arrive in the tunnel.
"Do you know why there is sunlight?" Haman looked at Mankiw and asked.
"Sunlight?" Haman looked at Haman.
Haman was standing on a dry rock.
"You grew up in the town, so, normally, you don't know." Mankiw continued, "The sunlight is not because of the sun. The root cause is the withered grass."
"Not the sun?"
Haman had some guesses.
According to the priest, before the cataclysm, there was no such thing as sunlight.
Moreover, at the beginning of the cataclysm, there was no such thing as the sun.
The sunlight only gradually appeared in the past few decades.
And as time passed, it continued to strengthen.
However, Haman didn't expect that the unremarkable withered grass caused the sun.
According to Haman's observation, the range of withered grass had been increasing over the years.
Three years ago, the grass in the forest was still green.
But now, even the grass in the forest had become withered yellow.
When they got out of the tunnel, they could see the situation of Mount Roman.
If even the grass on Mount Roman had become withered yellow.
Then the withered grass over the past two years had spread greatly.
After thinking for a while, Haman stopped thinking.
This was a habit he had developed over the years.
When he thought he would starve faster.
To save energy, he tried not to waste his energy on things that could not be figured out.
Although there was no need to rest because of the sunlight in this tunnel.
The team still stopped for a while.
When they got up in the morning, they were chased by the parasaurolophus.
Everyone was still hungry.
Except for Haman.
He was still full.
He had just found a clean place to sit down.
Cole and Ronald moaned faintly.
"Captain, do you have any more cigarettes?" Cole's face looked highly distorted.
It was as if there was a group of ants crawling around on him.
He stared at Cole and Ronald in silence for a while.
Mankiw gave Harold a look.
Harold immediately took out a pack of cigarettes from his backpack behind him and threw two to them.
Haman was not curious. This thing was prevalent in the market town.
There was one cigarette a day in the basic salary of the mine.
There was a lot of stuff in it. Once you got into it, you could not quit.
Haman had known too many of these things.
There were only two consequences for people who got into it. Either they were dragged down by it.
Eventually, they could not afford to buy cigarettes and died in the constant torture of themselves.
Or, because they kept smoking, they directly dragged down themselves and died in great pain.
Besides this, Haman had not seen any other situation.
Either he had never touched this, or he could not quit.
There was no other situation.
A few days ago, Haman also saw these soldiers from the city smoking.
But Haman thought that these cigarettes were just ordinary ones with nothing added.
But no matter how Haman looked down on these soldiers from the city.
He didn't expect that these people were also smoking these cigarettes with something added.
Haman and many people in the market town knew about this, but what about the people in the city?
At first, he thought these were just things used to control the refugees in the market town.
At the same time, these refugees would be controlled by cigarettes.
Unexpectedly, even the people in the city couldn't resist the power of this thing.
"Mankiw, this is?" Haman looked at Mankiw with a severe expression.
Mankiw knew what Haman wanted to ask, so he answered helplessly.
"If you smoke too much, you will be like walking corpses, living in a daze." Mankiw looked calm, but his tone was very emotional.
Seeing Cole and Ronald go wild with joy because they got a cigarette, they even forgot the hunger from the morning.
Haman and the other two squatted at the side, eating biscuits while looking at the two smoking people.
"Why don't you two smoke?" Haman asked casually.
These two people had never smoked a cigarette from the beginning to the end.
Even when other people smoked, they would stay far away to avoid touching the smoke.
"They are the private army of the consortium." Mankiw said calmly, "Some people don't want the consortium to be too strong."
"Then where are so many tobaccos in the city?" Haman continued to ask his question.
Mankiw looked at him strangely and spoke.
"Aren't you working for Boss Pulis? He is the biggest tobacco dealer in the nearby cities!"
Hearing this, Haman finally understood why Mankiw looked at him strangely.
But Haman didn't know anything about Pulis.
It was just that he used Pulis's name since Chuck deliberately helped him.
But in the end, he still failed.
The document issued by the mayor could command anyone at will.
This was the consensus of the market town.
There had been countless people who ignored his document.
But none of those people could live finally.
Then gradually, the mayor's document was regarded as a death warrant by the people of the market town.
"If they refuse, they will die, and if they follow, they will probably still die.