"Brother soldier, hitch a ride."
Wang Zheng had a smile piled on his face and did not retort in the face of the soldier's vicious words.
Wang Zheng patted the dust on himself, popped clean the martial artist badge on his chest, and let it face the soldiers. Martial artists, in this one world, are among the most powerful group of people, they are respected, the identity of martial artists, many times will make the difficult things to do well.
The luster of the badge is still faintly visible in the early sunlight.
Seeing that Wang Zheng was a martial artist identity, this one soldier's face only looked better.
A tank surrounded by a dozen soldiers, they wore military green soft armor, its performance is much stronger than ordinary bulletproof vests, but the withstanding capacity is just as limited, the ordinary first-class ferocious beast's striking force are calculated in tons, was blasted, this energy, enough to shake people to death.
It can be said that ordinary soldiers in front of the beast, is some toys.
Those who are able to fight and kill some of these vicious beasts are strong in the eyes of the soldiers, and are the most respectable people.
A second lieutenant looked at Wang Zheng, let the soldiers around him move a bit, beckoned and said, "No problem, come up."
Wang Zheng smiled a little, a few steps, a person dabbed on the tank, and then sat under the gun barrel.
The series of movements were very quick and sharp, which drew the mother of all fingers from several soldiers. They had seen many martial artists, but there were very few like Wang Zheng, who was so young and had such skills.
It wasn't until Wang Zheng sat down that the soldiers realized that Wang Zheng's martial artist badge was marked, only at the first level.
"A level one martial artist?"
A soldier exclaimed, drawing the attention of everyone.
The tank started up again, making a mechanical sound, and the tank behind it continued on its way.
The ensign who had just allowed Wang Zheng to hitch a ride was also a bit surprised: "You're only a first-class martial artist?" No wonder he was surprised, because it was hard to run into a first-class martial artist in Falling Leaf Town. What surprised him even more was the fact that Wang Zheng, a level one martial artist, dared to leave Falling Leaves Town alone, and looking at him, the direction he was heading was the fierce beast area?
Wang Zheng had expected them to be surprised, he laughed and said, "The family elders took the adventure, they are waiting for me ahead."
With a single sentence, the soldiers here immediately felt Wang Zheng's loftiness.
Family elders, the four words alone made them think that Wang Zheng was some kind of family's grandson, and that this trip out should be a family's adventure.
Like the family, for more than a hundred years, the emergence of martial artists, in fact, the strongest people naturally formed a family-style power. Otherwise, a strong person is strong, without a family supported behind, in the end, only second-rate martial artists.
Steeply, one by one, the soldiers stood in solemn respect for Wang Zheng.
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"Mr. Wang, we can only drive you here."
The ensign gave a military salute to Wang Zheng and said in a polite tone. The soldiers on the tanks, one by one, jumped down from the tanks and then, under the leadership of the captains of the teams, quickly ran towards the barracks not far away.
Here, arguably one of the most front-line barracks, a large number of soldiers were all heavily armed.
A rack of rune metal anti-aircraft guns are scattered around the barracks, with their muzzles pointing straight up into the sky.
This is the edge of the area divided into ferocious beasts, that is, the real front line, where at any time may face the attack of ferocious beasts. Even if you have a sensitive ear, you can also hear the roar of the beasts coming from the Cang Mang Mountain Range in the distance.
In the direction of the barracks facing the Cangmeng Mountain Range, a huge concrete wall was built up to form an arc-shaped defense circle.
From the surrounding arrangement, some small missile launchers could also be seen hidden away.
More than twenty tanks, just additional troops, there were more than a hundred tanks scattered in this barracks, the scale was already not small.
Wang Zheng jumped down from the tank, returned a not so standard military salute and said, "Ensign, thank you for giving me a ride. Just get here, my elders are waiting for me not far away, if it's fate to meet again, I'll treat you to dinner."
The ensign smiled a little and waved his hand.
Inside the barracks, although Wang Zheng was a martial artist, he could not just enter.
After bypassing the area of the barracks, what was reflected in the distance was the pale mountain range composed of lofty mountains, which was cold with an aura of death. Under the change of matter, this pale mountain range in addition to the aura of death, there is an ancient-like ancient aura, as if this jungle has experienced hundreds of millions of years.
Faintly, the roar of fierce beasts came out, causing a palpitation.
The martial artists' buggies were thrown at the side of the military camp, and they entered this pale land, just as they would have chosen to walk.
The role of the army is to prevent the fierce beasts from crossing this edge line, and any fierce beast that appears, they will be responsible for killing it, or expelling it back into the fierce beast area.
Here, it seems to be calm, but every minute there is a possibility of a vicious beast breaking in, every soldier who stays here is tense, putting his attention to the surroundings of the barracks, noting every little difference.
Wang Zheng took off the gun pouch of the rune gun, revealing the true appearance of this rune gun, which was built in the shape of Bartlett, at least the appearance of pulling incomparable.
"This is simply for pretending to be a good shot ..."
Wang Zheng had never played with a gun, and his marksmanship was absolutely atrocious to death, plus the bullets were few, and it was not now that he wanted to practice. Buy this one gun, the initial intention is to have this one gun, will be easy to find the team more.
The result ...
The identity of a first-class martial artist, is hard, even if Wang Zheng carried this one rune gun, can not find a team.
The boundless pale mountain range is indeed intimidating.
Put the rune gun down, Wang Zheng took off the armor box, then took out the folded armor and unfolded it, put it on himself, and took out the folded battle shield and put it on his arm. The narrow folding battle knife was also unfolded and was held in Wang Zheng's hand.
Swung it with force, surging power, so that this dozens of kilograms of weight of the battle knife but wielded freely.
"Boning!"
Wang Zheng did not wait until the danger came to activate the preparation there, but directly let himself enter the state of ossification, so that he could always maintain the best fighting state. Alone by himself, he had to be careful and bring his vigilance to the extreme.
Armed finished, Wang Zheng is then a sigh of relief.
"Next, it's hunting time."
Along this trail that was trodden out by previous martial artists, Wang Zheng crossed the danger guide signs placed by the army and walked into this thicket of jungle.
This trail, also do not know where it leads, Wang Zheng can only follow this trail forward.
Walking alone on this trail, surrounded by terrifying quiet, Wang Zheng's palm holding the combat knife has long been wet, even if Wang Zheng is more courageous, in this kind of environment, also become nervous and afraid. Into here, more like facing the unknown, there is a possibility of leaving here alive, there is a possibility of staying here forever.
A few kilometers ahead, after crossing a mountain range, in the distance there is a place of ruined walls.
In Wang Zheng's estimation, it should have been a village of his own size.
With a shake of his hand, Wang Zheng tapped on the martial artist terminal and quickly pulled out the map of this place on the virtual screen that popped up.
"This used to be a village indeed, I should say, where the village committee of this area was located." Looking at the information marked out on the map, Wang Zheng confirmed his location and then walked towards this one ruined wall.
The location of the village committee is often the center of a brigade, and a brigade contains a dozen to dozens of villages.
Nowadays, the population is already centralized, Wang Zheng can hardly imagine that the people used to have the space to move around, and such a free place to live. The form of the village, and has a village committee ... gives Wang Zheng the feeling as if it is a primitive society.
Approached some, only to see this piece of ruins, there are several black shadows in the activity.