The quiet of the early morning was broken by the roar of an engine as a car whirled across the desert, kicking up sand and dust, and came to a halt with a sharp brake into the ruins. The metal components creaked strangely, falling apart and collapsing in the next second, and several exposed copper pipes continued to vibrate and pass, eventually reaching the rear of the car and spitting out in a cloud of black gas.

The scavengers had not seen such a moving metal monster before.

One by one, they revealed horrified and stunned expressions.

The shape of this vehicle was rough and exaggerated, the rusted and broken frame spliced randomly with messy parts, the body was embedded with spikes all over the body, like an extremely incongruous metal hedgehog, and the four large wheels were exaggeratedly exposed, just like the rough style of the wilderness.

Six monsters with big paws, speeding like flying through the sand to follow, left and right each three on both sides of the car.

The creatures were like ancient ostriches, but with wide, thick paws, and tall, strong, sturdy bodies, and ran like flies through the sand.

The six knights were dressed strangely, a pure mix of sheet metal, wood, and other materials, presumably piecing together whatever they could gather to create a crude piece of armor at the end of the day, so that each was different, and one with a broken arm was even equipped with a prosthetic limb with exposed metal cogs in this same wilderness style of attire.

A Sasquatch rider jumps off his mount and respectfully opens the door to welcome out a large, fat man.

This big fat man was wearing worn out leather shoulder and a rough exoskeleton-like armor that looked like a metal spider lying on his body, his hands wore leather gloves pressed on his wide belt, while two black modified pistols were hanging in front of his waist, homemade ancient gunpowder weapons were also full of rough and primitive style in the wilderness, but they were direct symbols of strength and power.

These all spoke of identity - the Diggers!

Nowadays the fat man in the turbulent years is a rare existence like a phoenix in the sky!

This fat piled up nearly three hundred pounds of body stand, simply dignified like a high king, he is also arrogant like a king, scanning the scavengers is not at all like to look at the same kind, but a head of cheap livestock to be slaughtered.

Scavengers are an important group in the wilderness, mainly through digging underground ancient ruins, from which to obtain ancient tools and materials, simple repairs and splicing together, made into equipment and weapons that can be used, and thus formed into their own.

"Quiet, quiet, dirty scavengers, I'm not here to hire you to work, all of you shut the fuck up!"

The big fat man drew his gun and pulled the trigger at the sky.

The sound of the gun exploded like thunder, causing the scavengers to have their eardrums shaken to the point of pain, and immediately retracted and closed their mouths, a pair of eyes became dark and disappointed, and there was some fear and timidity.

Big fat Victor continued to shout, "We have definite information that there is a group of sweepers operating in the vicinity, they may come here at any time, do you understand what I mean?"

Another sudden wave of panic appeared in the scavengers' numb eyes.

Sweepers were synonymous with fear, it was a group of mutant robbers, bloodthirsty and ferocious, loving human flesh, the scavengers were simply lambs in a sheep pen to the sweepers. Wherever the sweepers passed by, it would be a disaster for the scavengers!

"If you fall into the hands of the sweepers, you will all become captive pigs, your meat will be made into bacon and stored away, your bones will be cracked and polished into trinkets, and the pitiful grease from your bodies will be squeezed out and made into oil lamps."

The scavengers felt a shudder.

Lord Victor began to announce the purpose, "We are here today ready to select a few dozen able-bodied scavengers to form a team, and we will be responsible for funding the weapons that will allow you to fight off the sweepers!"

The scavengers took a few steps back, none of them daring to squeak.

The Sweepers had a fierce reputation, how would the scavengers dare to challenge them?

"Rubbish, would you rather wait for death than go and do a job?" Seeing that the scavengers were indifferent, this fat man immediately shouted again, "Whoever takes the lead to step forward, after defeating the sweeper, I'll take him out of here!"

"I'll go!"

A skinny teenager with a bruised nose and a swollen face ran out with a red face gasping for air.

It was no one else but Cloud Eagle!

The Wilderness Knight laughed out loud, a teenager yelling to fight sweepers too? Seeing this, Lord Victor glared and growled, "Can you fucking hold a weapon? Get out!"

"I'm going to fight the sweepers!" Cloudhawk said with a firm gaze, "If you come back alive, you will honor your promise and take me out of this place!"

Fatty said with an odd face, "You want to leave so badly? Life is more important than anything!"

Yun Ying said, "I want to become a digger, I don't want to starve and be bullied anymore."

The Wilderness Knights burst into another fit of laughter, such childish words could only be said by an ignorant child!

Fatty originally wanted to kick him away, but staring at the child's dark as a star eyes, he didn't know why, and ghostly slapped his head, "Okay, I'll give you a chance, as long as you can still come back alive from destroying the sweepers, I'll give you a chance to join the Yellow Springs Mercenaries!"

"Really let him join?"

"He's just a lowly scavenger!"

"Shut up, you're not fucking noble! I'm the head, I call the shots!" Fatty fired another shot into the sky, "Now that the little kids have the guts to stand up for themselves, what are you guys still afraid of? Just go fight the sweepers and give two loaves of bread and a bottle of water, if you don't go, taste the gun!"

For the scavengers, the most irresistible temptation was food, and the most irresistible fear was death.

This approach was far more effective. The scavengers really came forward one after another, and Lord Victor soon put together a death sending team ...... Oh no, it is a death squad!

Big Fatty shouted, "Send a batch over first, the others stay here and wait."

"Kid you come here, get in my car!"

Yun Ying was thrown directly onto the passenger side as the engine erupted into a beastly roar, he hadn't even sat down yet and was immediately pressed into the seat by a force.

The car didn't have seatbelts, the scavenger could only grab the door, which prevented him from being thrown off the road

Cloud Hawk mood is apprehensive and excited, I do not know whether it is the ferocious murderous sweepers fear, or the infinite yearning for the world outside the camp, the body is trembling, every cell is shouting.

A thought couldn't help but bubble up.

Old man, see?

I'm coming out of the camp!

Not long after this car rushed out of the ruins, a bunch of wandering silhouettes appeared in front of it, and instead of dodging and dodging, Big Fatty accelerated straight through.

"Watch out!" Cloud Eagle yelled in shock, "Someone!"

This monster-like assembly car directly on the first, violent impact directly knocked him off, sharp spikes directly to the abdomen are cut open, a large amount of blood like rain into the convertible inside, splattered Victor all over the face of the cloud eagle, broken flesh hanging all over the body.

"Ah, hahahahaha!"

The big fat man madly laughed a few times, turned on the electric wipers, sweeping the sticky blood on the windshield, a turn in the direction of another crushed down, the bones in the tires underground bursting and crumbling sensation, very clear to the cloud Hawk every corner of the body.

Big fat face full of crazy color, he sucked a mouthful of cigarette roll and continue to chase the next person.

Crash and fly!

Crush to death!

"Cool, fucking cool!"

Those wilderness riders on Bigfoot birds chased after them and were decapitating the unarmed wilderness wanderers as if they were harvesting wheat, and one of them hooked the wilderness man's lower jaw with an iron hook and ran wildly through the wilderness as if he was dragging a piece of garbage, leaving behind nothing but a trail of blood and broken flesh.

Cloud Hawk felt cold and shivering all over his body, and his tender face surged even more in disbelief and anger: "Why are you ...... you guys like this!"

Scavengers also kill people.

It was a crazy act to survive in a hungry red-eye situation!

Diggers had no shortage of food and were purely cathartic and entertaining, and Cloud Eagle didn't understand what the point of such behavior was!

"Haha, what do you care if I'm happy?" Big Fatty pooh-poohed hard, "Not to mention what the hell do you know, these are wanderers! If I kill them, I'm also contributing to the wilderness!"

The four major forces made up the wilderness, scavengers, diggers, wanderers, and sweepers.

Scavengers had the lowest status, when scavengers learned to find weapons through digging ruins, mastered tool technology, and set up their own forces, they could become diggers.

Because the scavengers drink highly polluted water and eat mutated creatures for a long time, under the influence of the harsh living environment, they will gradually begin to mutate. This kind of mutation is not only physical, but also affects the mind and thought, the vast majority of mutants are as brutal and ferocious as beasts, this kind of mutant will be separated from the scavengers, and thus become a wanderer around to prey.

Once the wanderers gather together to form a force, they will eventually evolve into a force of sweepers in the wilderness. Wherever they pass by, no matter scavengers or diggers, they will face disaster.

How many scavengers, diggers, loiterers, and sweeper forces are there in the wilderness?

Too many.

There are many scavenger camps spread throughout the ruins of this ancient city, and diggers and sweepers are not a few.

Twenty or so scavengers were sent to the makeshift camp.

A strange pyramid-shaped building was sticking into the ground in an inverted position, as if it had been inserted into the earth from the sky, this building was very large in size, and even though it was already in a dilapidated state, it was still possible to tell that it was not a work from any period of human history, no matter the style or the pattern, yet it appeared on the earth very abruptly.

There is an assembly truck parked in the shadow of the inverted pyramid, a total of five wheels, the front wheel is the smallest, the middle two next, the last two wheels are half a man high, which is wrapped around a mess of iron bars or coils, the body is tall, large and practical, it should be able to carry a lot of things, but the shape is like a big ugly lizard.

Big Fatty jumped out of the car and shouted, "Mad Dog, why don't you come and greet our little meat chicken?"

The guy nicknamed "Mad Dog" stood next to the truck, this is a strong black man of 1.9 meters, his bald head and face full of flesh, almost covered with large and small wounds, one of which seems to have been someone will be split his face in half, and now there are still a lot of traces of needle and thread stitches remained.

Hideous, vicious, ugly!

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Mad Dog's status is not low, but his equipment is relatively simple, not wearing any firearms, only two short knives inserted in a holster on his waist, he is wearing a leather armor studded with iron spikes, mainly to protect the chest and abdomen, arms and shoulders bare muscles, such as obsidian chiseled into a distinctive angles.

This black man swept his cold eyes over the scavengers, without a word he turned around and pulled the chain, opening the cargo cage where the truck was loaded, "Take your pick!"

In front of the scavengers is a large pile of different weapons of different lengths, there are spears, machetes, hammers, and axes ...... Although all of them are relatively rough cold weapons, but they are already very rare for the scavengers.

"Pick a handy guy, whether you guys can be lucky to save your lives depends on it." Big Fatty said to Mad Dog, "Let them enjoy a last supper, they most likely won't have this kind of opportunity again in their lives!"

Now it was time to start picking out weapons, the axe and machete were powerful, but they didn't have the strength to use them, so they ended up choosing a short sword that was less than three feet. When Yun Ying held the hilt of the sword in his hand, the cool touch gave a slight stabilization to the heart.

Whatever he would face, he recognized it.

Even a ray of hope should be tried, Yun Ying did not want to be a humble scavenger forever and end up dying alone and regretful like the old man.