Embers Ad Infinitum

Another day passed, in the morning, Han Wanghuo drove his shabby off-road vehicle to the hotel camp.

"This is all the information on 'Mechanical Paradise' that I can collect." He handed a stack of paper to Jiang Baimian, who was wearing a delicate monk mask.

Jiang Baimian was not in a hurry to look, he just glanced at it and asked:

"Has Alert Song come to see you?"

"We talked about it." Han Wanghuo nodded slightly, "But it's not necessary."

It can be seen that you are a person with a good idea and a firm will... Jiang Baimian replied in his heart.

While she was considering her words, Shang Jianyao interrupted and asked:

"Where are you going next?"

"Why do you ask this?" Although Han Wanghuo was not a believer in the Vigilance Sect, he still asked instinctively after being exposed to the red stone collection for many years.

Moreover, it is also the habit of experienced relic hunters not to reveal their hidden treasures easily.

Shang Jianyao replied calmly:

"We want to observe you."

"Ah?" Han Wanghuo was a little confused.

Shang Jianyao further explained:

"As a friend, isn't it normal for me to observe your life and care about your condition?"

"Friend..." Han Wanghuo repeated the word in a low voice, seeming very surprised.

After a few seconds, he laughed self-deprecatingly:

“I should go to Prime City.

"There are more opportunities and a more complex environment there, which is more suitable for people like me."

Jiang Baimian nodded thoughtfully:

"I heard that the Senate also raised a sub-human army."

This army is hated, discriminated against and rejected by the citizens of the "Primary City", and can only be firmly attached to those in power in the Senate. Otherwise, once abandoned, they will either not be able to leave the Prime City alive, or they will "move" collectively to the mining area. .

As a result, the leaders of the Senate obtained an army that was loyal, obedient, and capable of fighting.

"This has nothing to do with me." Han Wanghuo simply replied.

He immediately said:

"I have to go now."

"Go back and find you in the First City!" Shang Jianyao waved his right hand, looking reluctant to leave.

Han Wanghuo walked a few steps, thought for a moment, paused, turned his head, and nodded slightly:

"goodbye."

"Goodbye." Jiang Baimian, Long Yuehong, and Bai Chen all responded.

Han Wanghuo exhaled slowly, opened the door of the off-road vehicle and got into the driver's seat.

He drove west through the ruins of the city and arrived at an open area by the lake.

There are many target signs erected here, and a member of the town guard takes turns shooting at them.

During this process, they sometimes changed to a lying position, sometimes changed to a squatting position, and sometimes changed to a standing position, constantly improving their firearms skills in different states.

Seeing Han Wanghuo get out of the car and come over, the town guard members in the rest area shouted at the same time:

"Team Han."

Some members speak Honghe dialect.

Han Wanghuo was startled for a moment, then smiled slightly and said:

"How's it going? How's your practice going?"

He repeated his question in Honghe dialect to be fair.

Tan Jie, expressionless, walked forward two steps:

"Everyone's level has improved a lot during this period. It would be more effective to practice together and communicate with each other."

In the past three years, due to the conflict between the Gray Whisperers and the Red River people, as well as everyone's belief in vigilance and hiding, Han Wanghuo tried his best and failed to organize unified training. He could only divide time periods and let them Members of the town guard took turns coming over to practice.

After this attack by the murloc and mountain monster coalition forces, the townspeople of Red Rock Market seemed to have been stimulated and were no longer so extreme. They could barely get together and communicate while practicing. After all, many of their relatives and friends fell to the ground just like that. In front of him, the body was broken and blood was flowing. The scene was more tragic than ever before.

Thanks to Han Wanghuo's concept of forming a mixed formation of Gray Whisperers and Red River people, they relied on each other and helped each other in critical situations during the war, which finally brought a little trust.

Han Wanghuo showed a slight smile again:

"good."

At this time, a brown-haired man from Honghe came out and said:

"Team Han, ammunition is tight right now."

It's not that the town guards don't have enough ammunition, but that they have to reserve a portion to guard against sudden attacks by sub-human coalition forces and bandit gangs, and not enough can be allocated to live ammunition exercises.

Han Wanghuo nodded lightly:

"Send someone to find Ankhbas. He said he would make a contribution to the town."

Upon hearing this, the town guard members present, whether they were Red River people or Gray Whisperers, all laughed.

——Although Han Wanghuo only used Honghe dialect this time, the Gray speakers here can more or less understand it.

"Yes, Team Han!" Several members of the town guard responded firmly after laughing.

After exchanging this matter, Han Wanghui walked toward the shooting range, and Tan Jie followed him.

"After this time, they really recognized you as the captain. Your defense line is the most miserable place." Tan Jie said a few words expressionlessly.

Han Wanghuo remained silent and did not respond.

As he walked forward, team members who had completed shooting exercises turned around and greeted him:

"Team Han."

"Team Han."

"Team Han."

…

Han Wanghuo reached the end and closed his eyes.

He turned around, looked up, and saw people from Honghe with different hair colors and people from Gray Language with black hair and brown eyes gathered together intermittently. Although they were very unfamiliar with each other and were very wary, they would exchange a few words from time to time.

Looking away, Han Wanghuo said to Tan Jie:

"Watch them."

"Okay." Tan Jie watched as Han Wanghuo walked around the shooting range and walked step by step towards his black off-road vehicle.

After getting in the car, Han Wanghuo sat quietly for dozens of seconds before starting the car and driving to Hongshiji.

After entering the underground and parking the car, he looked forward, took a silent breath, and exhaled slowly.

Then, he opened the door and got out of the car, entered the interior of Hongshiji, and went down the escalator.

Passing by an advertising box left over from the old world, he raised his fingers and tapped the surface.

"Is there anything going on?" Han Wanghuo asked as the commotion echoed.

"No, it's normal." A voice came out from the metal advertising box.

Han Wanghuo said "hmm":

"Remember to rest and take turns."

After saying that, he walked towards the escalator leading to the bottom.

At this moment, the security guard in the metal advertising box added:

"Team Han, good morning!"

Han Wanghuo paused for a moment, turned around slowly, showed a slight smile and said:

"good morning."

The escalator began to go down, and Han Wanghuo arrived at the security station.

Weller was not there, and there were only two security guards hiding inside.

Han Wanghuo walked to his desk, stared at it for a moment, and slowly took out a letter from his pocket.

He solemnly placed the letter on the table and pressed the glass without water on it.

His eyes immediately swept over the familiar tables, chairs, benches, chandeliers, stationery and walls, very slowly and carefully.

Phew, he exhaled, turned around, and walked out the door.

While going up the escalator, Han Wanghuo raised his head and looked around the market town, which seemed empty and deserted.

After leaving the market town, he drove the shabby off-road vehicle toward the northwest of the ruins of the city.

After an unknown amount of time, the hills on the edge of the ruins came into view.

Han Wanghuo stepped on the brakes reflexively and stopped the off-road vehicle.

He sat in the driver's seat and glanced at the rearview mirror.

In the rearview mirror, the edges of the ruins of the broken and silent city were bathed in the winter sunshine approaching noon, as if covered with a light golden coat.

After looking at it for a while, Han Wanghuo looked back, touched the rifle beside him, and raised his right foot to apply the brake.

As the vehicle resumed driving, he saw hills and desolate fields ahead.

The off-road vehicle ran on the deserted dirt.

…………

After receiving relevant information about "Mechanical Paradise", four people from the "Old Tune Team" came to the Jingjing Church to say goodbye to Song He.

They attended the requiem ceremony held here last night to pray for those who died in previous wars.

There is no hiding in the vigilant sect's requiem ceremony, but everyone wears a mask, like a sad masquerade party.

Shang Jianyao was not disappointed and took part in it seriously.

After leaving the church and getting into the jeep, Long Yuehong was about to speak when she suddenly saw several half-year-old children playing on a nearby collapsed building.

Here is Viel with soft yellow hair.

"Haha, I almost thought he was an adult." If it hadn't been for seeing such a scene, Long Yuehong would have forgotten Viel's age.

This big boy's mysterious whereabouts and weird words always make people forget his age.

Moreover, he likes to see reality from the perspective of the pipeline world, and he indeed shows maturity beyond his peers.

"There is probably something wrong with this guy, but we are not the local police chief. If there is a problem, we have to investigate." Jiang Baimian laughed when he heard this.

At this time, Bai Chen started the jeep.

Shang Jianyao then turned his head and looked at the Vigilant Church, seemingly unwilling to leave just now.

"What are you still missing?" Jiang Baimian asked casually.

Shang Jianyao replied seriously:

"I haven't let the fishmen, mountain monsters, gray earth people, and red river people here live in peace."

Jiang Baimian was silent for a moment and said:

“This needs time to settle first, and Song Warner also has this intention.

"Besides, it's not like we won't come. We still have to pass by here when we go back from the 'Mechanical Paradise'.

"At that time, you can do what you want according to the situation."

Shang Jianyao thought for a moment and suddenly became excited:

"Then I want to say to everyone in Hongshiji:

"We're back again!"

They may not welcome it... Long Yuehong cursed in his heart.

Because they had already packed their belongings, they did not return to the hotel camp and drove the jeep towards the south.

Goal: "Mechanical Paradise".

…………

Outside the Alert Church, a boy about the same age as Viel sat on the edge of the collapsed building and complained:

"Why didn't you come when my father was buried? Are we still friends?"

This half-grown boy has dark green eyes.

Vier, who was also sitting on the edge of the collapsed building, curled his lips and said:

"It's not like you don't know that I dislike him very much. He always laughs at my height."