Heavy Armoured Truck In Post-apocalyptic World

"turn up……"

"turn up……"

"turn up……"

Shen Cong used the language of cicadas to analyze the active wave of Longzhaohuai, and understood the general meaning of the emotional fluctuations. It seemed that he was looking for something, but he couldn't understand the emotion expressed in the latter active wave.

Naturally, he didn't know what Longzhuhuai was looking for.

As for asking, it was even more impossible. Longzhaohuai seemed to be immersed in his own world, and did not express the slightest expression to Cicada's language. Standing in the morning sun, let the newborn sunlight shine on the branches, reflect the shining metallic luster, and quietly emit active waves of unknown meaning.

About half an hour passed.

Finally, Longzhaohuai, who had been "finding...", sent out another wave of activity: "I found it."

Then pull up the branches that touch the ground and continue to move northwest.

"What exactly did Longzhaohuai find?"

Longzhaohuai-Cicada's language was not progressing smoothly, and only gained two vocabulary in total, but Shen Cong was very interested in Longzhaohuai's purpose.

"Longzhaohuai is looking for something, and the snail traveler must be looking for something too. There must be something in this area that attracts them. I need to follow them closely and find that thing. The snails are all attracted, there must be a big secret and a big benefit."

Knowing the direction of Longzhuhuai's walking, Shen Cong had confidence in his heart, and took advantage of the rising sun to ride the four-legged dragon and return to the King Kong.

The King Kong was still quietly parked in the valley. Not far away, a huge snail was leisurely eating the golden tree. The golden tree was just a small vegetable seedling to it. With a tongue full of fine teeth, with a slight roll, a piece of the golden tree is cut and brought into the mouth for chewing. Another roll, and even the roots of the tree were pulled out.

With dirt, eaten up by snail travelers.

"Who are you." Shen Cong greeted the snail traveler in the snail-cicada language.

However, the expected "get out" did not realize that the snail traveler simply sent out a "little bug" emotion, stopped talking to Shen Cong, and continued to eat the golden tree.

"Good sign, I have almost eliminated the negative image in the eyes of the snail traveler, at least the snail traveler will no longer send negative emotions towards me."

This was a good sign, Shen Cong endured his sleepiness, and stayed beside the snail traveler for a while.

Although there was no successful communication, at least there was not much malice.

It's a pity that the four-legged dragon can't speak the language of cicadas. Otherwise, if it has a good image to communicate with the snail, it may gain unexpected kindness. This big snail has a really good temper.

Try to create an image for half an hour.

Shen Cong yawned and returned to the King Kong car, preparing to rest for a few hours. A state of mental fatigue is not suitable for running around in the wild. In order to deal with crises that may arise at any time, you must nourish your energy.

...

This sleep was very sweet, I didn't even dream, deep sleep.

When I got up, it was exactly twelve o'clock, and I took off the drone to observe, only to find that the snail traveler had eaten and drunk at some point, and was about six or seven kilometers away from Donkey Kong, heading west by north.

"The snail traveler should have started looking for that or something." Shen Cong looked at the screen and guessed.

Then quickly wash your face and brush your teeth, and after breakfast, drive Donkey Kong to catch up with the snail traveler. On the way over the mountains, Shen Cong suddenly found that since he left the eastern war zone, he had become more and more busy. A whole bunch of experiments to study, two behemoths to watch.

Also be prepared to trade with survivor groups.

There are endless things to do almost all day long, so he has no time for entertainment, and even feels that time is pressed for sleep.

Although he was so busy that he couldn't breathe, Shen Cong liked this feeling of fulfillment very much. Only being busy could keep him motivated all the time. You will not suddenly fall into boredom, feel lonely, irritable, lonely, and impulsive. The life of a lone ranger is self-aware.

"Bobo...I...hate...pull...Donkey Kong..." The four-legged dragon in front of him,

I am very dissatisfied with my current position.

It is eager to go out and fight, to kill powerful opponents, to declare its own strength.

Instead of being a land tracker, pulling a cart like an old cow.

Shen Cong sat in the driver's seat, shifting gears and steering leisurely, ignoring the four-legged dragon's complaints at all. Eat well and drink well every day, and even dare to complain after doing some hard work. It's really not as good as a nest of ants.

The King Kong ants colony is Shen Cong's right-hand man. Under the leadership of Heitou, he is willing to do any dirty or tiring work, such as guarding the house, exploring roads, digging pits, collecting food.

Soon, the reluctant four-legged dragon pulled Donkey Kong to the side of the snail traveler, and followed the snail traveler.

The big snail's two eyes turned slowly, like two handles, looking at Shen Cong from the left and right, without stopping.

"Nice to meet you." Shen Cong greeted.

The big snail turned one eye to look at the road, the other eye kept looking back, and the active wave emitted: "Little bug."

Shen Cong ignored this contemptuous address, and continued the old routine: "Who are you?"

"small bug."

"Who are you?"

"small bug."

"Are you a bug?"

"I am..." The snail traveler's thinking seems to have paused, unable to explain whether he is a bug, or who he is. "Who am I" is a philosophical question.

However, the big snail soon gave up on this question, and began to respond innocuously: "Little bug."

It didn't mean that he was a bug, but that Shen Cong was a bug.

Shen Cong didn't care at all, he had already noticed that the snail traveler had a sign of communication just now, and continued his routine: "I'm a little bug, who are you?"

Sure enough, the big snail fell into a trick, and his thinking became confused again: "I am..."

After a while, it turned back to the non-nutrition again: "Little bug."

"I'm a little bug." Shen Cong pointed to himself, then to the four-legged dragon, "It's also a little bug, who are you?"

"I am..." This time the snail traveler simply stopped and thought quietly.

Its IQ has reached a certain level, but its thinking logic is still a little bit behind, and it can't keep up with human routines. If you are a human being, you naturally know who you are, what your name is, and what you do. But in the concept of the snail traveler, it is likely that the question of who I am has never been considered.

It knows what golden tree it likes to eat, it knows that those smaller than itself are bugs, and it knows to look for that thing, but it doesn't know who it is, and it hasn't thought about it.

"I am……"

"I am……"

"I am……"

The snail traveler was caught in a tangle and remained silent, only the active waves showed its violent thinking.

Shen Cong also didn't speak, his eyes were shining, he felt the active wave of the big snail, and absorbed all the emotions into his perception, feeling that the big snail seemed to be undergoing a transformation of thinking.

Maybe in the next moment, there will be a snail who knows how to think about a hundred thousand reasons.

moment.

Maybe ten minutes, maybe half an hour.

Finally, on the big snail, the chaotic wave of activity receded, and a clear and firm wave of activity came: "Go away, little bug." Then, he continued to move forward without looking back.

Shen Cong was left with a speechless face, and four large characters appeared above his head: "Made makes war!"