Heavy Armoured Truck In Post-apocalyptic World

The mutated goat is officially named the Golden Wool Sheep in the Eastern Theater Command. The wool, skin, meat, and bones of the Golden Wool Sheep are all valuable resources, and the golden core is of course the most precious.

However, Shen Cong kept the golden core as a stockpile of "fuel" for the totem engine.

When harvesting the fur of the golden sheep, Xiong Da fired a flare into the sky, which made Shen Cong alert immediately, and it took a lot of effort to control his intention to choke Xiong Da's neck: "What are you doing!"

Xiong Da hurriedly explained: "This is the internal flare of our Storm Hunting Company. It is used to contact colleagues. We parked the truck on the Jinhu branch expressway."

The facts were indeed as Xiong Da said, after a while, a large simple car appeared in Shen Cong's sight.

It is a wooden frame, and the front is driven by a tractor-like front.

"Hey, now the car is rusted and turned into slag. We can only chop wood to assemble this kind of horse-drawn cart. The front of the car has to go to the iron man in the camp to recharge and maintain it every two days. It is a big burden to maintain a car. " Xiong Da sighed and said that although he was nicknamed Xiong Da, he was relatively thin and had nothing to do with the Xiong Da in the animation.

Chen Qiang also forcibly got the nickname Bald Qiang. His black hair was parted in the middle, and he looked more refined: "We didn't meet Angkor today, we lost even more, and Xiong Er had to get in too... Da Mao, stick, Cai Cai, three of them died at once, how can I explain to their wives when I go back."

Ruan Chao blamed himself and said, "It's all my fault. I thought the three golden sheep were separate. Who knows..."

"Don't blame yourself. Hunting is never going to be smooth sailing. Ever since we ran out to start our own company, life and death, wealth and honor are in the sky. If you don't obey, you have to obey." Lu Xiaofei said.

Shen Cong didn't know much about this: "Tell me about you and your company."

Xiong Da nodded and said: "Okay, you guys go to clean up the golden wool sheep, and I will explain to Angkor."

...

Before the doomsday, under the influence of European and American ideas, Chinese liberalism was also rampant.

The group of people who migrated from Nanjing were fine. After all, they were used to militarized management. However, many of the survivors rescued in Huai'an had lived independently for a long time, so they were not very used to the management of the war zone.

In addition to the distribution of benefits, there will always be conflicts, so many people ran away from the Eastern Theater.

I'd rather go out and try my luck.

In particular, some natural mutants (golden people) and mutagenic mutants (iron people) have evolved and become stronger on their own, and they can't die easily when they go out, so they are more inclined to liberalism.

Most of the people who survived the doomsday were these golden men.

There are more than 3,100 golden men in the eastern theater, and there are at least more than 1,000 golden men in the camp outside.

It is impossible for the war zone to let so many golden people escape from management, but it cannot effectively prevent the golden people from fleeing. In the end, they compromised and set up camps outside the jurisdiction and opened up registered companies. Win over the liberal survivors in the form of a company, and use this trade cooperation method to guide the survivors to rebuild their homes.

So the theater-camp-company system is so perfect.

Up to now, basically the survivors here have stabilized their lives, so many of them have chosen to reorganize their families.

The combination of golden man, iron man and ordinary people is the most common way. The golden man goes out to work, and ordinary people do housework or prepare to have children at home.

"Many new babies are born in the eastern theater now. My child will be able to meet me in May next year. I will always struggle to lay down a family property for him. And I hope he will grow up in a free environment, not Work and leave work since childhood, we start a company, and hand over to their next generation in the future..."

Xiong Da is about forty years old, his fingers and nails have become golden cores, and his speech has a quack flavor and a sense of old age.

Shen Cong couldn't deny this, how other people live has nothing to do with him.

After the arrival of the tractor wooden cart, by the way, the three dead golden men from the Storm Hunting Company were also put on the cart. The people on the tractor were all ordinary people.

When everyone saw each other in silence, they dragged the bodies of the three golden sheep onto the wooden cart.

The wooden cart is made of green trees, it is very strong, and the trailer is also very large, even more exaggerated than Donkey Kong, and it has not been overwhelmed by the huge shape of the golden wool sheep.

After Xiong Da helped with the shipment, he asked Shen Cong: "Angkor, for this batch of golden sheep trading, are you going back to the Jinhu County camp with us to trade, or what should we do?"

Shen Cong looked at the group of people from Baofeng Company, shook his head and said, "I won't go to Jinhu County, you guys transport the golden wool sheep back and convert it into two parts, one part money and one part green fruit. At three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, you will send Bring the stuff here and give it to me, and we'll talk about the second deal."

"Thanks to Angkor's trust, at three o'clock tomorrow afternoon, the money and green fruits will be delivered." Xiong Da said straightforwardly.

"You can go."

"Okay, let's go back now. The Golden Fleece Sheep needs to be sold, and we need to stock up on green fruits. We need to hurry up. I'll bring drinks over tomorrow afternoon, so we can have a good chat with Angkor." Xiong Da clasped his fists again.

Xiong Er came over and said, "Angkor, please give me your instructions later."

Chen Qiang, Ruan Chao, Lu Xiaofei and others also came to say goodbye to Shen Cong.

Shen Cong was very impatient with this, but said indifferently: "I hope the cooperation can go smoothly. There are still many opportunities for cooperation in the future. If the cooperation does not go well, you will be responsible for the consequences."

"Don't worry!" Xiong Da nodded, turned to greet the company's employees, started the tractor, pulled a load of goods, and returned to Jinhu County along National Highway 205.

...

Shen Cong returned to King Kong and continued to study his totem engine.

On the wooden tractor cart, the people from Storm Hunting Company were discussing Shen Cong.

"Xiong Da, who do you think this Angkor is?" Ruan Chao asked.

Xiong Da pondered and said: "This brother Wu Jing should not be from the military or from the war zone. He may be a survivor from other places. He doesn't know the official name of the golden wool sheep, and he doesn't know much about the company system. It's a lone ranger, or maybe someone from a small camp, coming to do trade."

Lu Xiaofei said: "Then what should we do? Should we report it to the supervision brigade?"

Xiong Er glanced at Lu Xiaofei, and said, "Straw hat, Angkor saved my life, can you stop stabbing me in the back?"

"Why did I stab a knife in the back? I also thank him, but we must investigate his identity. You have also heard that the Eastern Theater used to be in Nanjing. How did you come here? Wasn't it given by that Death Eater?" Forced to come, if Angkor has bad intentions for the Eastern Theater.”

"Having bad intentions can save my life!"

"I'm just saying that, Xiong Er, don't be naive, OK, you have died several times, why do I feel that you are still so naive."

"Who are you calling naive, let me tell you, it's mature if you don't think bad about people all day long."

Seeing the two quarreling, Xiong Da frowned and shouted: "Okay, shut up. Wu Jing saved Xiong Er's life, we can't do the stabbing in the back."

After the drinking stopped, Xiong Da said again: "It's not because of Xiong Er, or if any of you were rescued, I also made this decision. But the straw hat is also right, the identity of the other party still needs to be clarified, and I also feel that Wu Jing doesn't want to Talking about your own identity, so I didn’t ask, and in future transactions, we should be careful, if the other party really has bad intentions, we will make plans.” (To be continued.)