The sun shone through the shade of the trees, leaving mottled light and shadows on the ground. A hand pushed aside the bushes, revealing a haggard face.
It had been seven days since Han Xiao fled. He had lived in the jungle for seven days. He had eaten up the military rations and fresh water. There was only a pile of equipment seized from the Night Owl Squad in his backpack.
He blocked the dagger of Silver Knife at the cost of destroying the light power arm. The next thing was logical. Even if he was left with only a layer of blood, he could still beat Silver Knife, who was not good at close combat. How could Feilong lose? Poison Milk himself could not lose!
Anyway, he had the blueprints and materials to rebuild the equipment. He didn't feel bad at all. It was too common for mechanics to damage their equipment in battle.
The medical conditions in the jungle were very poor. Fortunately, his endurance attribute was high enough, so he didn't have to worry about the wound getting inflamed. He endured the pain and dug out the bullet, and the wound would slowly heal. The wound caused by the sniper rifle was a bit troublesome. It got stuck in the gap between the shoulder blades. In order to dig out the bullet, Han Xiao was in so much pain that he took half an hour to recover. The style of Erye scraping his bones to heal his wounds and sitting to watch "Spring and Autumn" was not suitable for Han Xiao at all.
The goddess of luck blessed him along the way, and he did not encounter any ferocious beasts. The few long-eared rabbits he encountered were all eaten by him. The beasts of Aquamarine are very ferocious, and there are even some intelligent beasts. They have attacked cities many times in history. Some powerful beasts, such as whale elephants that live on land and sea, are more than tens of meters long, wide and high. They are invulnerable to guns and can even destroy a city alone.
Although Han Xiao remembered the map of Aquamarine, he didn't know where he was, so he could only run towards the direction of the rising sun like Kuafu, and sleep in trees at night. He was woken up by insects seven or eight times a night, more frequently than at night. He deeply realized that mosquitoes are the most annoying creatures in the world, no one else.
"When can I get out of this forest?"
Han Xiao was panting.
At this time, a camp appeared in the distance. Wood, cement and scrap metal formed strange-shaped fences and spikes. This was a simple defense measure. There were dozens of felt tents in the camp, and wisps of smoke rose. It was clearly a common place for wanderers on the Aquamarine Star.
Han Xiao was immediately delighted. He was in urgent need of supplies.
After walking forward for dozens of meters, Han Xiao's face suddenly changed and he retreated quickly.
He saw the dust on the ground in front of him surging, and suddenly a thick rope net rose up. The mesh was tied with thin metal sheets. This was a dangerous knife net trap. Fortunately, he reacted quickly, otherwise there would be a lot of holes on his body.
"This guy actually escaped!"
A long-haired young man walked out from behind the tree, wearing a wanderer outfit made of various animal skins. He looked at Han Xiao maliciously, holding a homemade shotgun, pointed it at Han Xiao's head, and said arrogantly: "Stop, don't move!"
This young man was obviously a resident of the settlement. Han Xiao didn't want to cause a conflict, so he raised his hands, "I'm just a passerby."
"Passerby?"
The long-haired young man noticed Han Xiao's bulging bag, and immediately saw the money and was tempted, with greed in his eyes, "What's in your bag? Take it all out!"
Han Xiao sighed secretly when he saw this, he was probably robbed. No wonder the knife net trap was just the same size as a human body, it turned out to be used to catch people. In troubled times, human life is as cheap as grass. Most wanderers are people who refused to join the six countries and lost their country. The harsh environment in the wild has cultivated their greedy habits like hyenas. Killing people for resources is too common.
"Are you deaf? Take out your stuff!" The long-haired youth approached, cursing, and pressed the homemade shotgun hard against Han Xiao's forehead.
The backpack was full of guns and ammunition, and they were standard equipment of the Germinal Organization. How could he show them? Han Xiao was indifferent.
"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Believe it or not, I'll fuck you over in one go!" The long-haired youth pulled the bolt of the gun, looking ferocious.
Just then, Han Xiao moved, faster than the sound of bells, raised his elbow and hit the long-haired youth's chest hard. The long-haired youth screamed and flew backwards. Han Xiao snatched the homemade shotgun with his other hand.
"It's over, I've run into a tough guy!"
The long-haired youth covered his chest, panicked, and crawled back with his hands and feet, just wanting to get away from this murderer.
Han Xiao untied the knife net trap, pulled out a thick rope, tied the groaning long-haired youth to the tree, picked up the homemade shotgun, and took a look at it.
This gun is crudely made, and the barrel is crooked. It will explode when fired. It is a complete brainless act to bring such a thing to rob people. However, this also proves that this young man has never killed anyone and is just bluffing.
Seeing Han Xiao pick up the gun, the long-haired young man panicked and begged for mercy: "Big, big brother, I didn't recognize the great man. Please forgive me."
Han Xiao slapped him on the head and asked: "You know you are wrong now?!"
The long-haired young man was spineless and said hurriedly: "Wrong, wrong."
"What's wrong?"
The long-haired young man hesitated for a while and asked cautiously: "Should I bring another gun?"
Han Xiao was so angry that he laughed, "You are so playful!"
"You are so generous. Just treat me like a fart." The long-haired young man cried.
"Get lost, I'm not as big as you."
Han Xiao raised the butt of his gun and knocked the long-haired young man unconscious. He shook his head helplessly. This man was a resident of the settlement. He had to go into the settlement to buy food and water. He didn't want to kill him and cause more trouble, so he had to tie him up and knock him unconscious.
"Lucky for you." Han Xiao muttered.
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After trekking for half an hour, Han Xiao finally walked into the wanderer settlement. The residents here looked at him with vigilance.
The wild environment is dangerous. The wilderness wanderers are clinging to each other and are exclusive. Although outsiders are rare, they have happened before, so Han Xiao was not surrounded by people like the monkeys in the zoo.
The lifestyle of the wilderness wanderers is like that of gypsies. They often migrate. Next to each tent, there is a small pickup covered with dust cloth. These pickups are basically modified cars, rusty, and some cars are not even installed with shells, and the skeleton is exposed to the air.
A pickup truck represents a family. This settlement is not large, with only dozens of families. However, it is small but complete. Han Xiao successfully found the market. A bearded white man was doing business on the back of a pickup truck.
"Outsider?" The bearded merchant glanced at Han Xiao coldly. "Do you know the rules here?"
"What rules?"
"We only accept barter."
That's great. I don't have a penny on me.
"I need a map, three buckets of water, and five kilograms of food. Dried meat and bread are fine." Han Xiao grabbed a bunch of bullets from his bag. "I want to pay with these."
"Ammunition?" The bearded merchant's eyes lit up, and he subconsciously looked at Han Xiao's bulging backpack, showing greed.
Ammunition is hard currency in the wild. All wanderers need bullets. The craftsmanship of bullets is more complicated than that of homemade guns. Even if small-scale wanderers can make ammunition, the production capacity is terribly low, and one bullet is less for each shot.
"One hundred and fifty bullets." The bearded merchant said. Han Xiao's face darkened, "You are asking for an exorbitant price!"
What he wanted were just daily supplies, which would never exceed one hundred yuan according to the market price. Even considering the scarcity of resources in the wild environment, the premium could not exceed 500%.
And what about bullets? At least three yuan per bullet, and this was the worst quality homemade bullet. Each brass bullet Han Xiao gave was high-quality ammunition produced on the assembly line, with a shiny shell, brand new and exquisite. Ten yuan was not expensive. One hundred and fifty bullets were worth at least fifteen thousand yuan. Han Xiao only brought three hundred bullets, and this time he asked for half of them. It was clearly a rip-off.
"Don't buy it if you have the guts." The bearded man lowered his head and rubbed his fingernails leisurely, with an expression that he was sure to win.