Wasteland Survival System and Dogs

Chapter 58 Blood
At dusk, the light that still has an aftertaste is slightly tilted, casting from the side of Jing An's face, trying its best to transmit the last light and heat.
By this time, the surrounding environment had begun to become noticeably colder.

The green vegetation decreased, and the sparse and barren land began to stand out.Jing'an and Lao Popsicle walked along the way, and found that the surrounding terrain was also undergoing obvious changes—from hills with gentle slopes, to gradually changing into steeper cliffs and mountain streams with high ups and downs.

At some point, hazy ice crystals began to fall from the sky.Jing An tried to reach out her hand, letting these fingernail-sized translucent objects fall on the back of her hand.

Starting with the cold touch, it immediately turned from an ice crystal into a drop of water, along the arc of the back of the hand, and finally dripped on the hard, hard ground of the frozen ground.

After a day and night of rushing, Jing'an finally managed to break away from the central region of the federation.

Such as Diamond City, Muller City, and even the entire area including Okura City, are essentially part of the southern region of the Federation.These city-states are relatively dense, and they also include nearly 70% of the population of the entire federation.

"But the entire south only occupies one-third of the entire Federation."

Jing'an pointed her index finger at the old Popsicle, and continued to explain.

"As recorded in the books, it is said that before the disaster, there used to be a country named Huaxia on the Blue Star. The southern region there contained nearly two-thirds of the population, and the situation was exactly similar to the current status of the Federation."

Old Popsicle shook his tail half-understood, raised his head slightly, and responded softly to Jing An from time to time—even though he couldn't understand what Jing An meant most of the time, it didn't matter.

As a hunting dog, as long as he can interact with Jing'an, the old popsicle is already very happy.

"Woooo~"

In fact, Jing An didn't understand what Old Popsicle wanted to express at all.

But it does not affect the 'communication' between the two parties.

"In addition, our expected destination today and tonight is to be stuck at the handover point of the federal north-south border. It should be a very interesting place, and you will definitely like it."

Jing An paused for a moment, recalled the information saved by the system, and then continued.

"That place is called... the cliff pass."

Old Popsicle raised his head slightly, and sniffled noncommittally.It is not interested in this somewhat weird place name.

Suddenly, the old Popsicle stopped.

"Huh, huh..."

With a slight humming sound, the old Popsicle gradually lowered its figure.Its ears were pricked up, and its nose began to twitch continuously, as if it was groping for the fragments of information wandering in the air.

Jing'an also stopped in good time at this time, he stood silently beside the old popsicle, showing no sign of acting rashly at all.

There is a specialization in the art industry, and when it comes to detection and exploration, the old popsicle can be said to be an expert-level veteran.

But right now, there is usually only one situation that can make the old Popsicle put on such a posture-there is someone in front.

There are only a few miles away from the border where the north and the south meet. Generally speaking, there should be no other talents.

After all, the environment here is destined not to be suitable for ordinary people to live for a long time.

Old Popsicle turned his head halfway, and after getting Jing'an's approval, he took light steps.The hound's paw pads are thick and warm, even in this kind of weather, it will not have the slightest impact on the old Popsicle's actions.

After tightening the wrap around her body to ensure that Nuo Er, who was hanging on the side, would not fall off, Jing An followed in the footsteps of the old Popsicle, preparing to circle around the side hillside.

On the way, a gust of bitter cold wind came from top to bottom, and the entrained ice crystals hit Jing An's face, instantly blurring his eyebrows into two milky white frozen strips.

At the same time, the expressions of one person and one dog also began to become a little more serious.

Sandwiched between the cold wind and ice and snow is an all-too-familiar stench of rust.

see blood.

The place is not far away.

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The predators of the Federation have been having a rough time lately.
It is true that the days when you are not attached to the city-state, are not subject to discipline, and do whatever you want.But the premise of all this is to build on a stable base.Generally speaking, these sites are based on the wreckage of the old era as the core, and they are formed after the second reinforcement.

For example, the dilapidated factory where Jing'an settled in the morning.

Relying on the fortress that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, plus a series of reinforced and modified heavy machine weapons.Even if they encounter a crazy evolutionary beast, they can successfully repel it.

Of course, the scope is limited to monsters at the level of the black demon.

As his thoughts flowed, just thinking about the exaggerated snake body as thick as an ancient tree, the team leader trembled involuntarily, causing goosebumps.

The so-called escape from the tiger's mouth is like flipping a coin.Life and death, in front of the super-standard giant snake, are just a fleeting ice flower.

Fortunately, he was able to escape.

After all, he saved his life.

But...the base was lost, and only a few younger brothers who were not obedient remained.It is really difficult for a team of this size to continue making waves in the southern border of the Federation.

If you want to continue to beg for food, you can only find a way to continue to practice your old business-killing and arson, robbing and reselling.

The north is barren, and although the gathering places are more sparse, they are also easier to attack.

Unbearable memories surfaced in my heart, and the team leader with the fiery red mohawk showed a somewhat gloomy expression.

There are guns, people, and a restless heart that wants to get rich.

Then this series of behaviors will not seem so abrupt.

Looting the gathering places of the poor, dividing up the wealth among them, until the young and young children are collected, and they are rushed to the black market in the town to sell them for money.

Such a bone-sucking behavior is to him.

Without any psychological burden.

But with such a few brats, the left and right can only sell for the price of three assembled guns.Thinking of this, he waved his long whip again.

Flicking his wrist, the leather-tanned weapon tore apart the ice crystals in the air, wrapped in a biting chill, and bit the exposed skin.

The skin that was so cold and red instantly swelled and cracked, revealing flesh and blood like a red pomegranate, but not a single bit of blood flowed out.

"Hurry up! You bastards, don't try to procrastinate! Winter night is not a good season to sleep in the open. If you don't want to freeze to death outside, hurry up!"

"I, I can't move..."

Even begging for forgiveness seemed so powerless.

His knees were weak, and as he leaned forward, he fell to his knees on the frozen soil in front of him—the thin shirt he was forced to put on couldn't keep him warm or insulate him at all.The moment he landed, he was split by the stone, and several openings as thick as a baby's mouth were cut on his limbs.

"Please, please. Sir, give me something to eat and something to wear. I really can't go on anymore."

(End of this chapter)