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"Two weeks ago...the factory's boiler exploded, and several other workers and I were infected with ore sickness. Then the person in charge of the factory kicked us out directly."

Anwar said, there was even a hint of happiness in his tone.

"Kicked out like this? No one is chasing you?"

Chariot was a little confused. After all, reporting the infected was a great achievement. It wouldn't be surprising if the factory director arrested them and waited for the infected picket team to come over.

"Some people did follow us at the beginning, but later on we couldn't control that much and could only keep running forward. I don't know when the other people fell behind."

Anwar shook his head. He might have been the only one to escape.

"There's something wrong with letting you go so easily, but it doesn't rule out that the person in charge of the factory was out of kindness and didn't report you. However, don't worry about it for the time being. Let's eat something and rest."

Anwar nodded. He was indeed hungry, so he picked up the things on the table and started eating.

Chariot walked out quietly and closed the door.

As soon as he went out, he saw Arsu sitting on a stool outside the door with a blank look on his face, staring blankly at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Are you ok?"

Chariot approached and asked.

"Mr. Alexander, tell me, what should we do?"

Arsu turned his head numbly and asked desperately.

In Ursus, contracting ore sickness was tantamount to a death sentence.

Just now he said he would think of a solution later, but in fact there was no solution at all.

As long as the infected pickets come, let alone his son, the entire village may be punished.

"Your son's oriopathy is only mild. There are many ways to delay the progression of oriosis of this level."

Chariot spoke to comfort him.

"How do you know so much about this..."

"It does not matter."

Chariot shook his head and continued.

"If he wants to survive, he has to live like those Wastelanders."

"what?"

Arsu couldn't believe it, but after thinking about it carefully, if he wanted to continue living, this was already the best choice. He just nodded silently.

"He has to learn how to live alone in the wasteland, and I have a lot to teach him about that."

Of course, Shuanghua also contributed.

"Ah, missed again."

Anwar put down the crossbow in disappointment.

"Shooting live animals is different from shooting fixed targets. Just practice more. This thing mainly depends on experience. Moreover, you have only practiced for a week, and your accuracy is already very good."

Chariot picked up the crossbow, took careful aim and pulled the trigger. A feathered beast immediately fell from the air.

"Go and rest for a while, and then do physical training in an hour. If you want to live a good life in the wild, you still have a lot to learn."

After looking at the feathered beast that fell to the ground, Anwar's eyes lit up.

"Mr. Alexander is so awesome. Were you a soldier before? However, you are much better than the ordinary soldiers in Ursus."

"He is also a soldier now, but... the situation may be a little complicated. Let's not talk about it. Why hasn't your father come today? It's almost noon."

Chariot looked in the direction of the village, and he had a bad feeling.

"Anwar! Anwar! Pack your things and leave!"

as expected.

"What happened!"

Anwar asked, already starting to pack the necessary things.

"The infected pickets are coming to the village and have already arrived at your home!"

"what?!"

He paused for a moment, why did he go directly to his home? Could it be that...

"Pack your things and leave quickly. This place is too close to the village. They will search here soon."

"But my dad...I can't just leave him like this."

Anwar's expression was still struggling.

"Run quickly, if you are discovered, the whole village will suffer!"

Chariot patted Anwar on the back to tell him to calm down.

"How many people came?"

he asked.

"Two pickets and four or five thugs, they look very vicious... No, Mr. Alexander, don't ask these questions, just go and avoid the limelight."

"Thank you for your concern, but now is not the time. Anwar, take your weapons and the camouflage suit I gave you before, and come with me."

In the village

"Speak! Where are the people!"

The picket officer roughly pushed Arsu directly to the ground, barely able to make up for it.

"He...he didn't."

"Cut the fucking nonsense, we saw him running into the village with our own eyes, hand him over!"

Seeing that Arsu wanted to talk back, he snorted and said disdainfully.

"You two-legged beast, do you really think I'm stupid? You said your son didn't come back. Whose work clothes and shoes are in that house!"

A few scoundrels had already turned the house upside down and taken out all the suspicious items.

"Please, let my son go, I..."

The picket officer kicked him without even looking at him.

"You guys, take all the people around here!"

The villagers were immediately rushed to the center and surrounded by several people.

"What...what is this for?"

"What?"

He sneered: "Listen, this village has committed a heinous crime by helping the infected escape. As punishment, Lord Fetisov will confiscate all of your land!"

The villagers below immediately started shouting loudly.

"Master, we didn't know there was such a thing!"

"Stop talking nonsense and arrest them all. For the remaining few of you, go and search from house to house to see if there is anyone hiding. If you find anything valuable...get it. !”

"Roger that!"

When the few people who received the order were just about to take action, a crossbow arrow pierced the thigh of the leader.

"Who? Who is it!"

The picket officer asked angrily, "How dare you fight back? You are really rebelling! You are rebelling!"

He didn't mind lynching the villagers before they were locked in.

Another crossbow arrow pierced into another person's thigh.

Only then did he finally realize that the man who was attacking was on the hillside on the right, but it was already too late. A blunderbuss had already been pressed against his head.

"Asshole! How dare you attack the pickets!"

The chariot ignored the arrogant picket officer. He just turned his head and called towards the hillside: "Anwar, come here and take the villagers to refuge first."

"Master Fetisov will not let you go, just wait for me!"

"Still talking hard."

Chariot smiled contemptuously, showing contempt for the enemy.

"Nobles, squires, landowners, what more could I expect?"

Only then did the man the villagers called him realize what kind of weapon was holding his head.

"Gun... Gun!? You are not an Ursus, you are a mercenary who smuggled in!"

His legs were starting to feel weak.

"I am indeed not from Ursus, and more than your landlord, I would like to introduce another friend who wants to meet you."

Chariot put his pistol back, patted the machine gun on the ground, and smiled behind his heavy helmet.

"Come, meet Comrade Deggamov."

The sound of firing from large-caliber guns resounded through the forest, startling a group of feathered beasts.

............

"Mr. Alexander, let's go next..."

"Let's go, we can't stay here anymore."

Chariot glanced at the gathered villagers and said.

"Who are you and why should I follow you?"

Chariot ignored the unreasonable villagers. Even if the incident about Anwar had not happened, it would only be a matter of time before the land in their hands was confiscated.

"If you stay here, you will only face endless revenge. Think clearly about whether to leave or stay. I will only give you one minute."

Chariot briefly explained the interests and then waited in silence.

"Only half of the people are willing to leave, Mr. Alexander, this..."

Anwar briefly counted the number of people and said hesitantly.

"More than I thought. Come on, follow me."

"That's it, don't bring anything?"

"Yes, there is no time to waste any more time in the village."

"where are we going?"

"Let's go meet those 'bandits'."

"Bandits? You mean those who rob nobles and hinder the army, but aren't they bad people...?"

"It seems you already understand."

Chariot turned around, looked at Anwar, and asked seriously.

"Have you thought clearly about joining such a group of 'bandits'?"

"I have figured out who the biggest bandit in this land is."

Anwar nodded seriously.

Chariot took off his helmet, grinned, and extended his right hand to Anwar.

"Welcome to join us, comrade."