Escape from the wasteland and farm: the full-level boss dressed as the best eldest sister

Chapter 282 Death Valley
No matter what time it is, these two girl dolls are still in the mood to grow flowers and weeds. Seeing that the Shushan in the basket is neither edible nor valuable, it is really ridiculous to carry it like a baby.

And the garland on the girl's wrist has been soaked in the river for half a month, and she is still in the mood to weave a bracelet for herself. Isn't this an outing?
Look at the young man in the lead, as thin as a bamboo pole, with a trace of sickly whiteness on his face, I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand even a punch from him.

The cripple uncle looked at the looks of these people, and the more he looked at them, the more outrageous they became.

However, as the strength of their group was estimated, the hostility of the cripple uncle became less and less.

A few naive children who are not threatening will not make people look pale.

Besides, I have seen a lot of unlucky things in this life, and when I suddenly saw a few children who were lucky with shit, the cripple uncle felt a little complicated.

The two sides faced each other silently for a while, and the crippled uncle suddenly made a gesture in the air.

With his sudden movement, Bai Junjun thought that the uncle wanted to start a war, and the rattan whip almost made a move, but the arrow feathers from the surrounding Tongzilou slowly retracted.

And the lame uncle also spoke at the same time.

"Have you ever heard of Death Valley?"

"???" The five shook their heads blankly.

Seeing the five children shaking their heads in bewilderment, the crippled uncle showed a sad smile.

"That's right, how can anyone understand this kind of place except the dying people?"

"What do you mean?" Bai Junjun asked subconsciously.

The lame old man glanced at them: "This is the rear defense of the Eastern Army at the end of the North River. All the red men who survived the battlefield are discarded here, also known as Death Valley."

As the lame old man's voice fell, the surrounding tube buildings also heard the rattle of gears turning, and then countless old, weak, sick and disabled came out of those thin tube buildings.

Some lost their legs, some lost their arms, some were blind, and some even didn't realize that he was a living person at all, but such people also walked out tremblingly.

And the two-headed monster they saw before seemed to be in the crowd.

With the help of the morning light, Bai Junjun could see clearly that the man didn't have two heads, but a big pustule swollen on his neck. His pustule was about the same size as his head. In the dark night, it was like having two heads on his shoulders.

Many people in this group, like him, had pustules on their necks, some were the size of an egg, and some were the size of a fist.

This group of hideous and terrifying people frightened the three children to bury their heads on Bai Junjun and Li Wenli's laps, not daring to look any further.

To be honest, Bai Junjun's vision was also shocked. He never thought that such a group of red men who survived the battlefield lived in the depths of the jungle.

When it comes to Chi Lao, no one knows.

After all, the desolate people moved around to avoid being caught and thrown to the front line.

This kind of meat shield that the common people fear, which is specially designed to block knives and guns, is called the red man.

"Everyone in the world is afraid that being a red man will never return, but they don't know that those who die on the battlefield are considered lucky, and those who are really in pain are those who want to die."

The lame uncle laughed mockingly.

In fact, behind every camp there is such a "death valley" where the red men are buried. There are thousands of disabled red men here, and of course there are also soldiers who have been sentenced to death by the front.

They are called here to rest and recuperate, but in fact they have been abandoned, but it is not always true to say that they have given up. After all, they are recruited young men, and as long as they have a breath, they still have to work for the camp they belong to.

　This group of disabled and strong red uncles is very powerful!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)