In the next few days, the schedule along the way was not good. Every day, the process of setting off at dawn, stationing at noon, and setting off at dusk, the food also changed from fixed rations to wild food collected everywhere during the trip. In addition, my magical fishing techniques maintained the morale of the troops after the high-intensity marching every day.

The card game developed by Lion also played a certain role. Every day when you rest at the station, you can bring joy to everyone - and at the same time take away everyone's rations.

But even so, living in the wild for a long time, with the desolate and repetitive scenery everywhere, has begun to accumulate pressure on the team, and I am increasingly looking forward to finding a place with people, eating, drinking and resting all night.

With this emotion, we quickly crossed the Siora Mountains and walked along the winding coastline, then passed by the sparkling Pelican Lake and watched the spectacular scene of water birds flying together.

...Then we had a meal of roasted bird meat. To be honest, the meat was a bit timber and had a heavy odor. If we wanted to say it tasted, it would have to be chicken!

After I defeated several tribal savages who were coveting the fighting cocks, we embarked on the journey again with a refreshing spirit, walking northeast along the dirt trade road on the shore of the lake, looking for the town of Delvas to be the destination for transit.

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Next to the dirt road that has been in disrepair, there are two rows of equally old houses. The brick and stone walls make them strong to this day, but the erosion of sun and wind in the desert area has also exposed the structure of these hard-core buildings, which inevitably shows a depressed look.

What makes these buildings even more eclipsed is the bumpy damage on the surface and the traces of wooden nail repair.

The walls blackened by flames, dim blood can be seen everywhere, and the building signs with arrows all show that they had just experienced a great war not long ago, and the smoke of the war has not yet dissipated...

"Get out of the barbarian! If we dare to come, we will shoot!"

Just as we were surprised by the battle-breaking posture here, many black muzzles had already stretched out from the fortifications on both sides of the road, and they were coldly facing us approaching, without any favorable tone.

Only then did we find that the middle of these buildings was filled with waist-high roadblocks, and the bunkers were connected layer by layer to form a hidden fortification.

I immediately realized that most of the roadside buildings we saw were abandoned, and the rumored hospitality of this town should be hiding behind the bunker at this moment. Trying to use Thomson Ripple to sprint against us.

I hesitated for three seconds whether I would shout out Eulera Eulera greetings, but I decisively used French two-handed military salute in front of the barrel to express my mighty and unyielding military style.

"We are the businessmen passing by! We have no malice! Please put down your gun!"

But an angry voice appeared in the fortifications, "You barbarians! You dressed without any concealment. Do you think you could deceive us? We will never be fooled again! All that is greeted by you is endless anger!"

I looked at the team still dressed in a tribal manner with some embarrassment, turned to Gray, "...you snatched this place?"

After Grey asked Senbo in a low voice, he replied with certainty: "The Sugi Tree Clan never crosses the Siora Mountains. This may be a misunderstanding caused by the looting of other tribes!"

"What a misunderstanding! It's like you're not a tribe! Do you dare to pat your chest and say that you are the Paladins of the Alliance?"

I glared at him, and at this time I still had to rely on my superb social skills to save the situation.

"You misunderstood! Our dressing is also a last resort to deceive the tribe!" I said, and gestured to change clothes behind me.

The 460 Legion is worthy of being my direct unit. The long-term training allowed them to complete the instant disguise like a magic girl. They quickly walked out of the team wearing iron armor and lined up in a row without moving.

I pointed to the Red Cross on their chests and said, "We are the caravans of the Red Cross! We are mainly responsible for transporting materials and providing medical assistance! If you don't believe it, look at the marks on their chests and the symbol of peace on my shoulders!"

Fighting cock! The task of pretending to be a dove of peace is left to you!

The fortification opposite was silent for a long time, "This is obviously more suspicious! And the machetes in their hands seemed peaceful!"

I approached the fortifications with French military salutes and continued my speech: "We are definitely a regular caravan, just as real as the East India Company's business license! Have you ever heard of the Oasis Free Trade Zone? We came from there!"

At this time, a strong man stood up after the fortification roadblock, holding a hunting rifle and slowly moving forward until he pressed his gun against my head, and then shouted angrily: "Ha! It's revealed! The free trade zone is obviously full of murderers! I heard that their lord slaughtered an army alone and treated the enemy's skull as a wine bowl!"

...Where is this a rumor coming out? Didn’t I just squeeze the heads of a few people? When did I make something like Gabala Bowl!

But then again, the golden "Death" characteristic of the character panel seems to really allow me to kill without guilt...

"Give us some face and let's take a break here?" I lowered my voice and winked at the man, "Think about it, if we want to attack you, just now, it would be better to attack directly in armor, why bother here?"

The strong man's hand holding a shotgun was unshakable and refused sternly: "No, even if you have no malice, the instructions of the streets of Delvas Town are to stay on the spot and wait for reinforcements! We cannot take risks with the wounded in the town! You must leave immediately!"

Hearing this, I suddenly whispered: "Wreakman? Then you are looking for the right person! In addition to having enough stunts to turn materials and donations into depletion, our Red Cross Society is best at curing patients! You let me in and try it, and I promise that the medicine will be cured."

The strong man began to hesitate when he heard this.

His behavior just now made me feel very strange. While saying the most ruthless words, I was chatting with me here without a single shot.

Think about it from another perspective, if someone approaches my counter-lightning army base and refuses to leave, I will definitely order the shooting on the spot, letting them know what Free America is, gunfight every day!

Their actions made me seriously suspect that they had exhausted ammunition and even had the supply of medicine cut off, which made them afraid of throwing mice and could only hide behind the cover and bluff.

"But... if you come in like this, even if I believe you, other residents will not allow it!" The strong man finally shook his head.

But how could I give up easily? In the underworld, Sammo Hung is known as the evergreen in the literary world and the political circle, he highlights his flexibility! Not to mention fence-bearing, I will say less about tumbleweeds, and if you blew a little wind, you will roll in and run inside!

"It's okay, I'll go in alone to treat the patients. Don't just talk about our Red Cross identity!"

"What do you mean?"

I glanced at the two fighting cocks standing on my shoulders and dozed off, then looked at the emoticon of the little horse who was spinning around my legs, and said decisively.

"Just say I'm from the circus!"
Chapter completed!