"Too...a space elevator?! Are you serious?"

The rickety open-top truck traveled on the rugged mountain road, and the rusty iron plates and guardrails kept making clanging sounds as the bearings rose and fell.

It's like it's going to fall apart at any moment.

About twenty people were crowded into the cargo box of the truck, and their eyes were full of surprise and disbelief, all focused on the man with muddy boots and a travel bag on his back.

They didn't know where this guy came from, they only knew that his name was Zhang Ze, and he was a businessman wandering around the wasteland.

The bag on his back was all his property. It contained some strange gadgets and some rags picked up on the road.

This situation is very common.

There are even more merchants than mercenaries in the wasteland. Not all of them are doing business as big as Mr. Lister. Most of them are frugal for one or two silver coins.

"Of course it's true! Can I still lie to you?"

I was very satisfied with the eyes that had never seen the world before, and Zhang Ze's face was filled with pride.

Then he reached out and pulled out a crumpled newspaper from the backpack behind him, held it in front of him, shook it vigorously and flattened it, cleared his throat first, and then read the press release with great emotion.

"...In the year 213, the Wasteland Era lasted for a full 213 years, and the calendar will soon turn to a new year. If some new changes are not made from this moment on, there will be no changes in the upcoming 214 years.

Therefore, we decided to do something to light a torch on this desolate ruins that can really drive away the cold night, and not at the expense of the unknown majority."

That was the manager's speech on the radio.

Although he couldn't imitate the smooth broadcasting accent, his hoarse voice was almost the same as the noisy electric sound of the radio.

Starting from the part about the space elevator, he read down to the plan for ten settlements established by the Alliance in the coastal areas of the eastern provinces of Middle-earth.

The eyes of a pair of longing and looking forward to each other, the light blooming becomes stronger and stronger.

Food that never sells out, and jobs that even an illiterate wastelander can do!

not only that--

There are also hospitals and schools!

The Alliance's homeless homes even promised to provide interest-free loans to disabled survivors to install non-combat prosthetics produced by Jushi Military Industry - and the repayment can be postponed until the third year!

That manager is really a respectable adult!

Not only the sky above his head, he also noticed the dust under his feet - the people struggling to make a living in the wasteland.

Compared to the kingdom of heaven depicted by the Torch Church, there is no doubt that the alliance he leads is the real kingdom of heaven!

If anyone else said this, they would be wary of thinking it was a trap sprinkled with icing sugar.

But that adult was different.

Although he never showed off his good deeds, everything he did was seen by the survivors in the wasteland.

Whether it's survivors living in the Alliance or those who have simply been there.

It is precisely because of this that when his voice appeared on the radio in the wilderness, almost all the survivors who yearned for the alliance packed up their bags and embarked on the journey.

Since the disintegration of the War and Construction Committee, people finally have a radio they can trust again!

"...The above is the entire content of the survivor's daily report, and now we are about to go to the first of the 10 settlements - 'Settlement No. 1'."

After hearing that the merchant had finally finished reading, the mercenary squatting opposite him couldn't help but ask.

"Doesn't this settlement have a nicer name?"

"Unfortunately, no." Zhang Zequan closed the newspaper in his hand and stuffed it back into his backpack, "But there is actually nothing to regret, just like what is written in the newspaper... Dear Mr. Manager, I hope we will do it for you."

It's named after something that will be our new home for a long time to come."

At this time, a wastelander raised his arm with a prosthetic leg welded on and said with a smile.

"Don't take me with you. I have my own home. I just go there to earn silver coins."

His name is Renault. He is a scavenger from Garbage City. He heard that there will be endless garbage picked up in the southern sea for a while, so he came here to try his luck.

It doesn't matter if there is no garbage falling from the sky. At least the rags in Haiya Province have not been picked up by anyone, let alone the ones left by the previous survivors.

The Alliance's railway had just passed through the Ten Peaks Mountains. It was quite far from the River Valley Province. He had spent at least a day and a night on the train.

It shows how obsessed this guy is with garbage.

Zhang Ze shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

"Of course, that's your freedom."

Not everyone longs for a stable life, but he has been wandering in the wasteland for too long, and sometimes it would be nice to think about finding a home for himself.

Whether they have a dream for their homeland or a desire for silver coins, a group of people from all over the wasteland are sitting on the same truck.

The road was bumpy for a while, and finally a wisp of smoke appeared in front of us.

If they see people in other places, the first reaction of most refugees is to be alert.

But it's different here.

The most famous survivor force in the entire wasteland is here. At least before the order here rotted, no raider tribe dared to camp here.

A checkpoint appeared at the intersection ahead.

The driver drove the car straight over and pulled the handbrake after approaching the checkpoint.

A Wilant officer, surrounded by two soldiers, came forward, looked at the people in the truck and asked.

"Who are you?"

The driver stuck his head out of the window, a harmless smile on his weather-beaten face.

"Fellow military lords, we are the survivors who went to the Death Coast. Where is this place?"

The Vaillant officer glanced at him and saw that there was nothing worth paying attention to in the car, so he waved his hand towards the checkpoint and signaled to open the railing to let him through.

"This is the ruins of Haibei City. To go to the Death Coast, you have to walk one or two hundred kilometers south."

"Thank you." Seeing the checkpoint's railing open, the driver breathed a sigh of relief, said his thanks and retracted his head through the window.

"You're welcome."

The officer watched the truck start up again. At this moment, he suddenly seemed to have thought of something and spoke again.

"...Right, wait a minute."

The driver was stunned and quickly pulled the handbrake that he had just put down.

"Anything else?"

Everyone in the truck became nervous.

Including the prosthetic leg, Renault's hand had unconsciously touched the weapon.

He could feel the tension in the atmosphere, but the officer didn't care. He just looked at the people in the truck compartment and said.

"If you are looking for work there, we have work here too."

A mercenary with a bullet chain wrapped around his jacket said alertly.

"We don't want dinars."

The officer's brows twitched fiercely, and although he was annoyed, he still said.

"We give silver coins."

This bunch of ignorant people are so picky, so irritating!

It's a pity that the Alliance's trains refuse to carry slaves, and the ships and ports in the southern seas refuse to provide any convenience for the slave trade. The clone soldiers don't know how to work, otherwise he would be too lazy to deal with these poor people.

When they heard that these Weiland people actually gave them silver coins, the eyes of many people in the truck lit up.

"How much do you pay? No, I have to ask you what you do first!" Renault's little eyes narrowed to a slit, staring intently at the Wilante officer.

Seeing the group's interest, the officer cleared his throat and spoke.

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Anthony, the centurion of the 370,000th team, the person in charge of this construction site... The job you have to do is very simple, which is to excavate the ruins. If you can use a shovel, you will get 20 silver coins a day.

How about 50 silver coins a day for driving a Goblin Excavator?”

Although they could not find the entrance to the legendary Vault 20 or the Gestalt Life Project information of the Torch, they have also dug up a lot of valuable goodies in recent times.

After all, the residents of Vault 20 and the Church of the Torch have been active there for a long time. In addition to excavating the relics of the Age of Prosperity, these guys have also made some creations and improvements based on this.

In short, the Alliance's scientific expedition team opened a branch station nearby, and their leader agreed to package and sell some less important wreckage and relics to the Alliance's scientific expedition team to earn military expenses.

After all, the cost of dragging these things back to the legion's homeland is too high, not to mention that no one may want to drag them back. They have large areas of ruins in their own homeland that cannot be developed, so there is no need to worry about this place.

They are only interested in the Torch Church's research on the "Gestalt Life Form" project.

Upon hearing Anthony's offer, everyone looked at each other and laughed out loud.

"20 silver coins a day? Are you sending beggars away?"

"that is!"

"We do the most unskilled work in Dawn City and the one with the least shortage of people, and we only get 4 silver coins an hour!"

"Eight silver coins an hour! And you have to take care of at least two meals! Also, don't think about using the nutritional ointment lake to trick us! I want to eat in the same pot with you! Otherwise, don't even think about it!"
To be continued...