Chapter 168

Early in the morning, the brick kiln by the river.

Vanus was in a daze facing the wooden boxes in his hands, and his expression seemed a little confused.

He really didn't figure out how to use it. He carefully lowered his head and humbly asked the foreman next to him for advice.

"This... How to use it?"

Yang Ergou is a real man. He doesn't dislike his people's clumsiness. He explained to him patiently.

"This is a mold for stacking bricks. Put the mud in, press it tightly, and buckle it upside down on the wooden strip. When it dries a little, just pull out the model. However, it's too cold recently. Whether it's the mud by the river or under our feet, it's frozen as hard as stone. We have to transport the mud into the hole to preheat... You first throw the mold here and pick up some firewood outside."

Vanus nodded numbly, put down the mold and went to the forest.

Looking at the camp behind him, he thought of running away, but the idea only occurred for a moment, and he gave up.

Escape?

Where can I escape here?

There are frozen steel jungles in the South and East, lakes in the West and frozen wastelands in the north.

Without guns, food and fuel, he is the fat meat in the eyes of heterogeneous and even predators. A thin dress can't bring him any sense of security at all.

Those real barbarians will not give him the chance to pay ransom, but will happily cut off his head, make his skin into a chair cushion or carpet, and introduce it to their barbarian Brothers - look, this is the skin of the commander of the Legion, and I defeated them!

Vanus felt that rather than this way of death, he might as well be buried after being shot or hanged, at least to keep a decent place.

The north wind was blowing, the sky was snowing intermittently, and snow fell from pine trees from time to time.

Finally enough firewood was picked up. Vanus took a bundle of dry firewood and walked back to the brick factory with difficult steps. He saw that the originally deserted open space had become lively.

Yang Ergou directed the workers to cart the mud into the cave. He looked at him. He didn't ask him why he had delayed so long, but urged him to send the firewood in quickly.

Vanus dared not neglect, and immediately ran into the cave with Chaixiao in his arms.

The temperature in the cave is very high, like summer. He was cold and trembling just now, but now he was sweating.

No wonder everyone works so hard. It turns out that it's much more comfortable here than outside!

Vanus noticed that inside the cave was a brick stove, and a towering chimney connected the ground to the ceiling and extended from the top of the cave.

The workers burn charcoal under the chimney, the smoke is discharged from the chimney, the carbon is sent to burn bricks, and the waste heat is used to soften the frozen soil along the river.

The idea is amazing.

Did they think of it themselves?

Vanus was surprised that although he had received an education in the military academy, he had never done inferior work.

Here, he can only be called by others. Basically, he does what others ask him to do. He gives a hand around like a helper, but it doesn't seem too inconvenient.

I've been busy all day.

A group of people worked together to code out ten stacks of bricks in the cave, put them on an iron frame with wheels, and sent them to the nearby cave along the flat road paved with bricks.

A charcoal fire ignited.

The kiln door is sealed.

Vanus found that he was not only sweating all over, but also covered in mud. The whole person became a coal ball.

Yang Ergou stared at him for a moment and clapped him on the shoulder with laughter.

"For the first time, I'll take a bath later."

"Take a bath... Where is it?"

"There is a small public bathroom here. We usually don't bother to go to the outpost one kilometer away, so we solve it here. But we have to pick up the firewood by ourselves. The carbon is used to burn bricks."

Vanus breathed a sigh of relief when he heard hot water.

The river is going to freeze in this damn weather.

Taking a cold bath is torture!

……

Late at night.

Vanus, who changed into fur clothes after taking a bath, sat in the shed that lit the fire basin. Foreman Yang Ergou came up and handed him a wooden box.

The shape of the wooden box was very similar to that of the brick mold, but it was not dipped in mud. Inside, there was a hot roasted croissant potato and a dried meat with a long middle finger and thick thumb.

"Hot water is burning in the stove. If you need it, go get it yourself." Yang Ergou sat next to him and grinned. "How did you feel about working on the first day? Are you used to it?"

Vanus smiled bitterly and dared not complain.

It's easier to work here, at least by fire. After closing the cave, it's much more comfortable than his subordinates digging ditches in the north.

"It feels good... How long have you lived here?"

Yang Ergou said.

"It's been more than a month. What's the matter?"

Vanus: you look familiar here. I thought you stayed a long time

Yang Ergou smiled and said, "it's not familiar, but it's really like home for us."

Vanus: home

Yang Ergou: "yes, we were all dying people. We almost died in the predator's Dungeon. Later, the wise and powerful manager planted the flag on the predator's nest... We rescued people have no place to go and just stay."

In fact, he still has a place to go compared with those rescued whose families are broken and dead. He can walk four or five kilometers south from the wetland park to Beite street, where his relatives are.

But how can it be comfortable at home?

There is not only a warm house, but also firewood for heating. He takes care of three meals a day and pays back money... To be honest, before he came here, he heard that there was dinner in the world for the first time.

There is no dinner in Beite street. Even the oil lamp is a rare thing. As soon as it gets dark, the lamp is still on in the old Leech's castle. Everyone went to bed early to have a rest. At most, make a pot of green wheat paste in the evening, dry it into green wheat cakes, and keep it as dry food the next day.

After the old leeches were driven away by the manager's guns, Yang Ergou asked for leave to go back and have a look at his home, but he ran back here after two days. Not only did he have no idea of going back, he even wanted to pick up his family.

The days here are like heaven.

Yang Ergou talked for a long time. His mouth was dry. He found that he had been talking all the time, so he took a curious look at vanus.

"What about you? You were saved by the manager?"

"Well..."

Considering the reputation of the Legion outside, vanus did not dare to say that he was a member of the Legion, so he nodded vaguely.

Yang Ergou's eyes lit up, but he didn't doubt it. Then he continued to talk to him about how good life is here. Under the rule of the manager, they not only had enough to eat and wear, but also kept away from predators and alien harassment.

Listening to the foreman's words, vanus fell into silence and didn't know what he was thinking.

People here also seem to live in order.

However, and the territory under the rule of the Legion are two completely different orders.

He has no doubt that the order of the Legion is supreme. Only the strong deserve to talk about civilization. Only the strong can live in this barbaric world that pursues the law of the jungle, while the weak are born slaves. Inferior genes and personality don't deserve to live straight. As a member of this powerful group, he is worthy of the best material enjoyment, whether it is a luxurious residence, gold, wine or beauty

However, vanus also has to admit that perhaps these weak people with impure blood and contaminated genes will live a more comfortable life here.

Order gives them the greatest tolerance and allows them to enjoy while building.

Let the brick burner eat meat?

It's crazy.

……

Around ten in the evening.

News came from the long farm that a group of refugees had wandered from the north. Most of them are old, weak, women and children. There are about 100 people. Like Wu tieaxe, they are nomads wandering from the north, but the number is obviously much larger.

After hearing the news, Chu Guang immediately released the task and summoned two truck drivers and more than 30 online small players to go to Changchang farm for support.

Because the manager gave too much, many small players who just came back from Changjiu farm didn't unload their face equipment and followed them.

When he passed the north of the Wetland Park, Chu Guang suddenly remembered that he had thrown a commander of the Legion at the brick factory, so he took a look on the way.

When he arrived at the brick kiln, all the people had fallen asleep except Yang Ergou, who was in charge of the night shift, and another brick burner.

There were snores in the shack.

Chu Guang found Yang Ergou and looked at him and asked.

"How is the man I gave you today? Is he lazy? Or doesn't listen to discipline?"

When the manager asked about the foreigner, Yang Ergou didn't think much and replied respectfully.

"You mean yesterday? He worked very hard, but he was a little clumsy and didn't feel very smart."

It seems that this man has two brushes and can bend and stretch. No wonder he can be a commander in chief.

Vanus was so obedient that he saved him a lot of trouble.

"Well, I see."

After understanding the situation here, Chu Guang turned and went to the north gate of the wetland park to meet the small players waiting there.

Two light trucks, carrying more than 30 people, set out in a mighty manner.

While Chu Guang and his party were on the road, at the same time, the north gate of Changchang farm was a mess at the moment.

Hundreds of refugees surrounded the door and dared not approach, but they had no intention of retreating and negotiated with old Luca standing at the door.

Behind old Luca was a guard with a wrench.

Fifteen guards were divided into two groups, standing in a row at the door and on the wall, holding guns tightly in their hands.

Standing next to the wrench, the young guard didn't dare to relax his vigilance for a moment. He stared at the refugees in front and carefully controlled the white breath from his mouth.

"I said... Such a big smoke will certainly attract bad people."

Another guard standing next to him whispered a curse.

"How dare those people come near? Aren't they afraid that we are predators?"

"Hehe, what kind of trouble do you think they are? Look at those people. They are obviously carrying shotguns behind their backs! I bet if we didn't have 15 guns and built such a high wall, I'm afraid we would have to fight a hard battle today!"

The young guard whispered.

The comrades in arms nearby agreed one after another. They had no doubt about this sentence, not even a little different opinion.

On the waste land, kindness is rarer than gold. Even the neighbors can't rest assured, let alone these displaced people who have no fixed place to live?

It's not surprising that when they encounter forces stronger than themselves, they are all little Aries who can sing and dance. When they encounter survivor forces weaker than themselves, they all take off their sheepskins and become hungry wolves.

Similar cases are not news on the waste soil for a long time!

"It's too windy outside. Our children and pregnant women are freezing to death... Please be kind and let's have a rest here. We'll leave when the snowstorm passes."

Standing in front of the refugee team was a burly man with an iron pipe rifle on his back and a revolver pinned to his waist not far from his right hand.

Old Luca noticed that his clothes were dipped in dried blood, but he was not sure whether it was animal or human blood.

From the respect and awe of the people around him when they look at his back, this man is probably their patriarch or leader, and his prestige is not low.

It's really impossible to take so many people on a long journey on the waste land without some skills.

"I can't do this. I have to wait for my master." although standing in front of the strong man was like a dead tree branch, old Luca didn't have the slightest cowardice on his face.

His master is a strong man who can defeat even the blood hand clan, and even get the respect of enterprises far away from the east coast.

Just a few refugees, not enough to frighten him.

The man stared at him and continued.

"Where is he? Can I talk to him?"

"He's on his way here, and he'll be there soon," old Luca continued, looking at him slightly with a steady and powerful tone. "Shouldn't you give your name before you go to someone else's house? Who are you, who are the people behind you, where are you from, and where are you going to go."

The man stared at the old man for a long time, then glanced at the guards behind him and on the wall, as if to judge whether they were easy to provoke.

Old Luca frowned.

"It seems that you don't have the sincerity to communicate, so we have nothing to talk about."

"Sorry, I'm rude," the man said quickly when he saw that old Luca seemed to be leaving. "I told him to leave. Most of us come from the middle of the valley province."

Luca: what do you mean mostly

The man who asked to leave nodded and continued.

"We are not from the same survivor settlement. At least half of the people here joined us halfway."

Luca: "it doesn't make sense. If, as you said, you used to be a survivor settlement, why did you suddenly leave there? And it's still winter."

"Because of the damn war, we don't want to, but we have to go," cried Li angrily. "You should have heard that the people of the Legion have been fighting in the north for a whole year. The recent sudden cold winter probably makes them unable to hold on, and a lot of people flee to the south."

Luca frowned.

"You met the Legion?"

Li angrily said, "to be exact, we met the rout of the Legion. Those people are no different from the marauders. They rob everything they see! Shit, I even feel that the marauders can negotiate at least, but they are a bunch of scum! Beasts! Scum!"

The burly man poured out almost all the abusive words in his stomach and counted their atrocities in the north and central areas.

However, old Luca's focus is not on these trivial things, but to listen to the man's meaning

The Legion seems to have lost?

Or at least it's losing.

After all, if there were organized looting, it would not be a rout.

Luca's eyes were filled with surprise.

The manager seems to have said before that the expeditionary army of the northern Legion can send a full formation of 2000 people to wander around and intercept the enterprise's pioneer. Either it is certain to win, or it is almost impossible to fight. It is ready to make some profits and go.

If these people are telling the truth, the manager may have guessed correctly

The surprise in old Luca's eyes gradually turned into admiration.

The man who called away was still pouring bitter water, trying to persuade the old man in front of him to let them in.

At this time, the sound of the engine came from a distance.

There was a commotion among the refugees around the wall, and their faces showed panic. Li also stepped back alertly, and put his right hand on the pistol at his waist.

The wrench stared at him, the thumb had pushed the arbitrator's insurance, and several guards nearby raised the muzzle slightly.

Seeing the atmosphere plummeting, old Luca was surprised and quickly raised his hand to show everyone to calm down.

"Don't be impulsive! It's the manager!"

Manager?

I was slightly stunned.

At this time, the two headlights in front of the truck suddenly lit up.

When I looked in the direction of the light, my eyes narrowed unconsciously. I saw a great figure standing next to the truck with the light on.

That man should be the manager in their mouth.

Or to put it another way, he is the Lord here.

There was an exoskeleton on his body. What people couldn't ignore was not the rifle behind him, nor the Warhammer standing on his side.

But the covetous soldiers behind him and the rifles carried in their hands.

Facing the dazzling light, there was a chill in my heart.

At the same time, the sound of cadence came from afar through the snow curtain.

"Lay down your weapons and accept our placement."

"Or --"

"Where do you come from, where do you go back!"

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(come out before 11 o'clock in the next chapter. Don't be impatient.)