Chapter 585
Ten Thousands of Trees Become a Grey
Phoebemore is a clearly divided city. There is a clear isolation zone between the rich areas near the lakeshore and the living areas of slaves and indigenous people. The patrol soldiers will drive every indigenous people who accidentally stepped into the isolation zone back. Of course, if measured by the standards of the old era, the rich areas in which the privileged class live are no different from slums, and the areas in which the indigenous people live are completely garbage dumps.
Several soldiers walked lazily along the periphery of Phoebe Morey, maintaining a certain alertness, but not at all nervous. The night was quiet, no different from the past. They also knew their weight and role, mainly to drive away the unruly natives, or to teach a lesson to a slave who was so hungry that he wanted to steal things. If there were foreign enemies who wanted to invade Phoebe Morey, the first thing they considered was how to deal with Cobbiere without wasting time on the standard warriors of mass production. With Cobbiere, there was Phoebe Morey City.
When the team of soldiers walked past a deep forest, Su appeared quietly behind them. He reached out and grabbed the neck of the last warrior and lifted him into the forest quietly. During the whole process, the five soldiers in front were unaware of it. Until they walked a few hundred meters away, they found that one person was missing in the team. However, they didn't take this seriously, just pretending that the guy was convenient to go to the woods. Apart from looking back a few times, he didn't even mean to stop, let alone go back to confirm. As for when to follow, or even whether they would follow, it was not something they would care about. Anyway, it was quite common for a few soldiers to be missing in the army without any reason.
From this we can see that Phoebe Morey's troops' discipline is very dispersed.
In just over a dozen minutes of interrogation, Su had clearly understood this point. Phoebemore had more than 500 regular troops, of which 300 were elite soldiers strengthened by standard five abilities. These elite soldiers were the core forces, and those who performed patrol missions could only be said to be reserve soldiers. In terms of personal comprehensive combat power, elite soldiers were close to ordinary dragon cavalry escorts due to their reasonable ability matching, and were one level stronger than dragon cavalry servants. However, compared with dragon cavalry, their equipment was very poor. Each person's standard equipment was just an AK automatic rifle, and the bullets were only one full magazine. With such a weak firepower equipment, a full dragon cavalry officer could easily eliminate hundreds of people.
While thinking, Su buckled the military cap on his head to block his eye-catching short blonde hair. He pressed the brim downwards, covering half of his face. His face, which was so delicate that it was incompatible with the surrounding environment, was completely hidden under the densely wrapped strips of cloth. In front of him, the warrior who had just been caught was leaning softly under a palm tree and sleeping soundly. A slight tiny venom could allow him to sleep for more than ten days until he was extremely hungry. As for the common toxic insects in tropical areas, it was not a big problem. The indigenous people would emit a strong and strange smell, which had a strong deworming effect.
When he walked out of the palm forest, Su had become a local warrior. He was much taller than the local natives, so his military uniform did not fit. However, there were also many people in the army with the privileged skin color, all of whom were poor and needed to make some money. So Su was not particularly conspicuous.
Su Yongbing Pi's unique posture was hanging a rifle and walked towards Phoebe Morey in a swagger. Only a wooden wall was built outside Phoebe Morey, and there were many collapses and damages. There were six urns equipped with light machine guns in the city, but without searchlights, their warning range could be said to be very limited at night.
Phoebe Morey is dark under the night, and only the lord's residence and the rich area are lit. There are only five large diesel generators in the city, which is the only source of electricity. Without electricity, there is no modern industry, and all industrial production is still in the handicraft era.
Su walked past a plantation like a ghost. A free-range ferocious hunting dog was dozing off under a palm tree, but he was not aware of Su Quan who had walked by.
The biggest industry here is the planting industry, which can produce bananas, coffee and various tropical fruits that can be used as food. In an open-air environment, all the things produced contain light radiation, and are placed in the territory of the Bloody Parliament to feed the refugees. However, Su has discovered that the people here, whether indigenous or privileged, are mixed with a small amount of mutant tissue everywhere in their bodies, so their tolerance to radiation is significantly enhanced. The crops produced by Phoebemore are rare and delicious foods for them. Su's thinking center also recalled the whole body structure data of the warrior just now and began to analyze. The conclusions concluded surprised Su Wei.
"The mutant tissue has stabilized and solidified, becoming a fixed body tissue that can be passed on to the next generation?" Su Ruo thought about it.
This actually means that local people have adapted to an environment with strong radiation, and can grow and reproduce in this environment for generations, opening up a new era of civilization. Of course, there is a prerequisite for this, that is, mutated tissues need to be able to be inherited stably and not have an excessive impact on other human organisms.
From the body structures of the two soldiers in the front and back, Su realized that the mutated tissues were distributed very uniformly, so not only did not affect the normal function of the human body, but instead gave them more excellent radiation resistance. Along the way, there were many mutated tissues that did not have such uniform distribution. However, uneven distribution is the natural law, the rare uniformity and stability, theoretically speaking, it would have to go through countless generations of inheritance and survival of the fittest. Even in this turbulent era when everything was mutating rapidly, time was still the biggest obstacle. So Su smelled a slight unnatural smell from the physical structure of the locals.
Through the plantation, there is the slums of Phoebemore. There are chaotic sheds everywhere, dirty water gathers into a stream, and various types of garbage are stacked everywhere, with almost no roads at all. The stench that comes from the nose can suffocate, and the whole area seems to be a big garbage dump.
Even the slums were divided into ranks, and the areas close to the rich lived indigenous people with free identities, and the middle and outer areas were where slaves lived.
Su was walking through the slums. Only by walking here can you understand that although it was night, it was actually not calm at all. The sounds of men and women primitive reproduction came everywhere, and the calls of fighting and suppressed screams came from time to time. Several people were squeezed in each shack, just enough for them to lie down. Once someone moved a little bigger, the walls of various materials would sway. They all had the intuition like beasts. In the dark, they looked at Su who was slowly passing through the slums with curious and dangerous eyes. However, Su's breath made them feel more afraid than the AK rifle he carried on his shoulder, so no one dared to do anything randomly.
"Do you want a woman? I know everything! And there is a clean place!" An indigenous girl with just grown up suddenly rushed out of the shack and lifted her skirt in front of Su. She didn't wear anything under the tattered and dirty long skirt. There were many scars on her naked body, but it was not damaged and full of her fresh and youthful aura. She tried hard to stand up her breasts, which were extremely plump compared to her thin body, hoping that Su would like to see her.
Su stopped and looked at her. The shining green gaze made her scared and took two steps back. After only one look, Su had already obtained a lot of information: an eight-year-old female is basically mature, and can fully mature at the age of nine. She is one month pregnant, triplets, and give birth after three months, and the probability of death is 36%. She is in extremely poor physical condition, including twenty-two human diseases, fifteen infectious diseases...
Su lifted the AK rifle, used the cold barrel to push the indigenous girl aside, clearing the way forward. The rifle was more persuasive than any words, so the girl could only let go. Of course, Su also knew that unless she was taken to another place to complete the transaction, according to the location she provided, he would probably be chopped off his head when he was halfway through, and all his property would be looted, and his body would become a midnight snack for many people here, if he was really just an ordinary soldier.
This is Phoebe Morey, a place of chaos, dirty, unrestrained, full of garbage and death, and a paradise for very few people.
The isolation bandwidth between slums and rich areas is fifty meters, which is far from being able to block the spread of foul smell. However, the wind blows from rich areas to civilian areas all year round, so the privileged class does not need to bother too much, not to mention that the indigenous people here are not as delicate as humans in the old era.
Su used a little force under his feet, and his body moved through the isolation zone as if he was sliding on the ice and entered the rich area. The roads here were much more neat, with gravel on the roads and very little sewage accumulated. It can be seen that at least sewers were built in the urban area of this area. The rich area was mainly made of wooden houses, these simple houses with two or three bedrooms and bathrooms, which were not willing to live in Longcheng, but even the entourages were unwilling to live here, but here they became a mansion for most privileged classes to enjoy. Unlike a dark slum, the windows of several largest mansions still showed bright lights. It seems that these families are the real ruling class here, and can afford extremely expensive and scarce electricity.
Su was not interested in these privileged classes. He traveled through this city to gain a deeper understanding of the social form here and what is hidden behind it. However, Su had already discovered that in these so-called privileged classes, there will basically be a member of the third-level ability, male or female in the family, but they are all heads of the family. Among those mansions qualified to use electricity, the owners have at least the fifth-level ability, and the largest mansion even has sixth-level energy fluctuations. This fluctuation is very familiar to Su, just like the officer who saw in the afternoon and brought back the code box. In addition to his ability, his perception ability was also unexpectedly strong. When Su used his right eye to observe the items in the code box, he actually noticed it like Kubire.
Su took a turn along the street, just in time for a team of soldiers who had been patrolling the night patrol, and then walked towards the lord's residence.
The vast lord's residence was brightly lit, and the electricity was even sufficient to light up the garden landscape lights. At this time, the gate of the residence slowly opened, and an off-road vehicle roared out of the courtyard and drove out quickly to the city. In an instant, Su had already discovered that in addition to three ordinary soldiers, there was a person he was very familiar with, Robio. Even though the distance was far apart, Su could feel Robio's strong fear, anxiety and anxiety.
What mission is he going and where is he going? When this question came to Su's heart, Robio in the cab suddenly felt something and turned to look at Su! He saw nothing except the silhouette of a house in the dark. Robio murmured and continued to look forward. Since Kabi's death, he felt that he was becoming more and more sensitive, as if something was always hiding in the dark and peeping at him. This feeling was about to drive him crazy.
On the third floor of the main building of the Lord's residence, Kubire was standing in the unusually large office, holding a thick notebook with a gold-edged cover inlaid with arms straight, squinted with murderous eyes, staring at the twisting lines of handwriting on the notebook:
When the end of the world rises from the sea,
All the trees turn into ashes,
The rising sun is also dim,
Only darkness is eternal.
This is the prophetic poem that is circulated among the native indigenous tribes. Indigenous tribes caught from the tribes like to pray at night, and this poem is often chanted when praying. So Kubire has heard it more than once, but he always thinks it is fart.
But intuition told him that the news brought back by Robio this time was extraordinary, and it was very likely that the guess was true. Kabi was his capable subordinate, but this time he died inexplicably, and even Robio didn't know how he died. Even though he was on the verge of death, Kabi refused to let Robio know what happened. Kubire only remembered this prophetic poem, so he asked Robio to write down the first four sentences. In fact, Robio could barely write, while Kubire was even worse. He didn't recognize many words, and he could only understand them.
In Kubire's eyes, these four lines of twisted handwriting seemed to move, and they turned into extremely ferocious devils and rushed towards him fiercely!
With a bang, Kubire threw his notebook heavily into the place, then stepped on one foot, crushed it hard with the soles of his boots, and squeezed out a few vicious words from his teeth: "Doomsday? Doomsday? Do you think I'm just as idiotic as those black-skinned monkeys? Humph, isn't it just that some indigenous madman sensed some big mutant creature before he died? What's so great!"
Chapter completed!