Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

"Boss, where did you find such a group of people?" Warman, the head of the engineering department, held a grass stalk in his mouth. After he sobered up, he was no longer as frantic as the previous day. "He worked hard at dusting."

"Secret." Lu Meng said.

The scene in front of me was a construction site for building a sacred base. All kinds of building materials, people and horses were coming and going, and dust was flying in the sky.

And the most eye-catching thing is.

In front of a construction site, a new group of civilian workers arrived. They had already put on simple linen clothes that were no different from others, and started working with bare arms.

The efficiency is amazing.

"Ah!"

With a slight sneer, a hill-like pile of bricks and stones was suddenly lifted up and began to move smoothly.

At the bottom of the hill is a soldier bee.

He actually single-handedly carried the building materials that usually took a small team from the Engineering Department to load and unload, causing the unsuspecting onlookers to exclaim.

This is of course Diu.

A dignified war-level man, he was actually working with others to build the initial foundation of the sacred fortress brick by brick.

The rest were about a dozen people.

Those are the anti-slavery people.

The beginning of the matter has to be brought back to yesterday. The remaining people were trapped by the garrison and guards who were on the ground.

Although with the strength of the anti-slavery people, it was very easy to sneak away and escape, but with Mr. Gray's order, no one made any move.

However, Lu Meng had already sent the order in advance.

No conflict broke out.

The collapse of the commune hut was characterized as an unexplained natural disaster... The reason why it was not a quality issue was of course that no one would question Warman's authority face to face.

That would appear untrustworthy.

The existence of the anti-slavery people was interpreted as a newly arrived group of refugees, specially coming to support the construction of the great Shandi...

It can be said to be the most reasonable reason for them to show up.

The house he built collapsed, and Warman was in a bad mood. The day after the celebration, he pulled all the construction workers to start work, and took them with him.

Unexpectedly, there was an unexpected surprise.

The anti-slavery fighters were all of extraordinary strength and physical strength, and worked tirelessly.

The key is also to be agile.

Some people know as soon as they get started that they are from construction sites. Others, even if they have never been exposed to it before, can get started quickly as long as there is a little guidance from the master.

And I am not afraid of getting dirty or tired.

No resistance.

For example, Warman remembered a boy named Xia Hong who had not yet gone through the adult ceremony. The worker was a little hesitant whether the Red King would accuse him of abusing child labor——

Unexpectedly, as soon as Xia Hong got started, he showed great talent for surveying, structure, wall construction and wiring, etc. He was a natural saint.

This made the worker bees eager to try and love talents.

Thinking about whether to accept him as a disciple...

Unable to get an answer from Lu Meng, Warman did not delve into the matter and devoted himself to his beloved career.

At this time, in the shadow of the tent behind him.

Just then a figure walked out.

Warman was clearly just a few feet away in front of him, but he didn't seem to notice him.

"They are really capable."

Lu Meng turned her back to him and said.

"'If you want to move a thousand catties four or two, you must have the strength of a thousand catties', this is what the Huairou people said - of course, some people also believe that the strength is so great that bricks will fly." Mr. Gray looked at the people at the construction site, "But no matter which understanding it is, A martial artist’s own strength is the most important, as it determines their final damage, followed by physical toughness, which determines the body’s strength and ability to withstand blows.”

Ancient martial arts is something that everyone in the anti-slavery group must practice, even someone like Jiege who devotes himself to it, and this has brought him great benefits.

The stimulation of physical potential manifests itself most externally in the astonishing physique. Even if he is not naturally burly like the Shakers, he can still squeeze unimaginable explosive power out of his seemingly ordinary body.

Moving bricks is just a piece of cake.

It can even have a training effect.

Speaking of this, Hui glanced at Lu Meng.

The scene in his mind where he was in the distance, watching the Beehive House explode and send dust flying.

This person was able to defeat Diu in ancient martial arts, to a certain extent not because of his skills, but because of his comprehensive physical fitness - and the latter was actually the goal Galahad was pursuing.

If you focus on "skills".

And ignore the "Tao" behind it.

But it took a detour.

On this basis, martial arts itself is just a useful tool, a weapon that can be used anytime and anywhere even by people who have nothing.

The stronger you become.

The "weapon" becomes more powerful in his hands.

Hui actually arrived at the scene earlier than everyone thought, and he could see from the chaotic scenes that although Lu Beiyou had kept his hand, he was also constantly adapting to Diwu's rhythm during the fight, and even learned When it comes to his techniques and moves.

Only in this way can we continue to accumulate advantages.

Finally it became my own experience.

Use non-emotional statements to evaluate.

——This is really terrible.

"That's not what I'm talking about." Lu Meng turned around and smiled, "They are very adaptable to this environment."

Mr. Gray paused: "Yeah."

"After all, we've done this all the time before."

For example, the anti-slavery person who seemed to be a skilled person was actually a slave worker in a city-state, responsible for repairing mansions for nobles.

As for everyone else.

The number of anti-slavers is small. Apart from daily combat, training and learning, if there is anything that needs to be built in the base, they can only do it themselves.

Even Hui is no exception.

After all, it can be said that the first tile there was built by him.

In the wanted list of the United City, they will claim that they are anti-laborists. This will easily make people misunderstand that they are a group of lazy people who only make a living by inciting riots and looting... Little do people know that anti-slavers are only against working for slave owners.

If every fruit can be enjoyed by themselves, no one will be unwilling.

Of course, after thousands of years of baptism of the nobles' discourse system, "labor" has been tied to "slavery". Resistance means losing this noble character and will be despised by others.

It's fine if the slave owners believe it.

In fact, there are also many civilians in the United City who believe in this view. At least they don't think there is any problem, and even cheer for it.

Mr. Hui was a little surprised.

Anti-slavery fighters had come into contact with many other forces before, but few people noticed these details of theirs, let alone paid special attention to them.

He claimed to be able to see through people's minds, and in fact he could always guess what they would think and say next... But when facing Lu Beiyou, this ability seemed to fail.

From the time the other party discovered him and took the initiative to contact him.

Until now.

It's all the same.

And this is one of the reasons why Mr. Hui decided to negotiate with him further.

Lu Meng looked at the bee prince and found that in addition to the bandages wrapped under his coat, he also held a leather paper umbrella, covering his whole body in shadows.

It was obviously late autumn.

The sun was no longer as scorching as it was some time ago.

This time, Hui noticed his gaze and unhesitatingly lifted a corner of the bandage on his face, revealing a large scar. Under the thin healed skin, clear blood threads appeared, and the blood flowed as if it was about to jump out, which was much more terrifying than the usual accidental exposure.

It looked like a burn mark.

"Scars like this are all over my body." The bee man re-adjusted the bandage, "There is no other impact, but it is more sensitive to light, water, heat... In short, these things."

"Fortunately, we usually move in the shadows, so we are not afraid of these."

"Do you need to arrange an operation? Our technology is now very mature." Lu Meng said, "You have also seen the young man named Ji Hai. In fact, his skin has been replaced except for his face."

"Really? No wonder... I didn't think about it in this way." Mr. Gray hesitated and refused, "Forget it."

"Thank you for your kindness, but unfortunately... I am not used to their skin."

The bee man smiled calmly.

Lu Meng also understood what he meant.

The materials used by the medical department for experiments and operations, including the treatment of some seriously injured patients, are actually from the serious criminals in the swamp before.

It is already a wasteland world, and there is no talk of scientific and technological ethics-after being sentenced to death, their bodies are naturally put to good use.

The doctor is familiar with this.

And Gray just doesn't want to have parts of those criminals and scum on his body.

The subspecies of the Bee Prince, even if they leave the hive, will have some restrictions when they are outside, for example, they cannot eat rotten meat and carrion like other subspecies... Hui did not show any signs on the surface, but unexpectedly, he has some cleanliness obsession psychologically.

This is his own business, Lu Meng did not persuade him much, just said: "Then if the technology of in vitro skin-making can be realized one day, Mr. Hui, come again."

"Really? Haha... That would be the best." The Bee Prince did not take it seriously, thinking that the other party was joking, but he, who was always serious, also smiled at this moment and cooperated very well.

Being able to retain more than 80% of the integrity for skin grafting like the young man from the White Eyebrow Clan is already a medical miracle.

At least it takes a thorough interpretation of an ancient science book, and it can only be done by a mechanic at the 'end of the world'.

Appearing in the flash land.

It is already amazing enough.

On the one hand, Dr. Zhong's craftsmanship is extraordinary, and on the other hand, it also makes Hui sigh at their heritage.

But to talk about the step of in vitro skin-making...

According to Xiquan.

Only in ancient times could this be done.

Even for mechanics, biomedical technology is not their strong point. It is probably because the few intelligent cores they have are not related fields - from the name of this organization, we can roughly guess the direction of their expertise.

In order to make up for this shortcoming.

The mechanics are also actively cooperating with bounty hunters to explore the Cannibal Plains and the Dark Finger in the Far North, because they speculate that the cannibals, or the curse of cannibalism, may be an ancient biochemical experiment.

Correspondingly, the probability of having related intelligent cores in those ruins is very high.

Unfortunately, it has been fruitless.

Even the mechanics have not been able to achieve the technology...

Mr. Gray did not say much, but just smiled and nodded, as a token of appreciation:

"I hope I can wait until this day."

Lu Meng did not explain.

The existence of the swamp intelligent core is still a secret.

If it can be thoroughly interpreted.

Not to mention in vitro skin and organ cultivation.

Even if we take a piece of tissue from Hui, somatic cell cloning is possible, and transplanting it at that time can restore the original appearance of the bee man with burns all over his body, and there is no rejection reaction.

But now is not the time to talk about these.

After finishing the preface, Mr. Hui also looked at Lu Meng and coughed lightly: "I have considered what you asked us to do before."

"I have seen what I should see."

Even if some of them are not seen with my own eyes.

After the battle of Shark Village, the reason why Jegg and Bo stayed in the swamp for a while, in addition to looking for contacts, is more importantly to investigate the environment there personally.

Then I witnessed the changes.

The liberation of the swamp village, the reshaping of major factions, the construction of urban industries... Unlike the rainforest in the past, Lu Beiyou's rise to power is not only a change of power, but also a change to the entire swamp ecology.

It can be said that it is brand new.

When they arrived in Shandi, the fighting between the wandering tribes here was not obvious. The largest overlord, the White Eyebrow Clan, even actively fulfilled its responsibilities for a long time and did not oppress... But the enemies they faced were external.

The turbulent beast disaster and the treacherous covetousness.

But with the arrival of Lu Beiyou, the Red Fort Great Wall rose from the ground, using the sky fire to eliminate the beast disaster... these problems were solved again.

For the first time, all the tribes were truly united, at least giving them a chance to live and work in peace and contentment and to display their diligence.

Hui was at the celebration.

He had also witnessed the religious fanaticism and the legends that were in line with the mythological chronicles... for this reason, he felt uneasy.

But to be fair, put yourself in their shoes.

If Hui were in their position, how could he not be grateful and convinced?

After all, he is like this now.

Once this torrent is formed, even Lu Beiyou and the Red King himself cannot stop it - but if it can be guided correctly, it is a force that can change the world.

Even from Hui's perspective.

This is just a wave... but on this continent, it is already rare to have such a sign.

For this reason, this anti-slavery person is sure.

The other party will not become.

The Holy Kingdom and the United City are birds of a feather.

And this is the basis for cooperation.

"However, I didn't expect..." The tone of the Bee Prince suddenly showed a hint of helplessness, "Lu Beiyou, you came to us not to discuss cooperation and alliance matters - this point, including Diu and I, have misunderstood."

Lu Meng nodded.

Hui continued:

"It's for the drifter... Mr. Hamut, and his wife and daughter."

A former warrior of the empire.

He was forced to go bankrupt and his family was confiscated while on the expedition.

His family became slaves.

His whereabouts are still unknown.

"Whether as a friend or to repay his help to me in Shizhen," Lu Meng said, "I think such a request is not excessive."