Chapter 800 The Recovery Harbor

8days ago Xuanhuan Novels 9
A flat and spacious stone boat slowly sailed into the Bee Water Bay and docked in front of Simbadi.

Its size is very different from those small boats that occasionally appear in Yinchuan, so heavy that it is almost impossible to move by humans.

Two metal cylinders stand on the top, rolling white smoke is coming out, and the sides are painted in a striking orange red color. A flat gray-white deck looks like a red trout that has been turned over.

Like most of his compatriots, Simbadi never came out of the desert and rarely saw the sea. Therefore, when he saw such a ship that was obviously not built of wood, he couldn't help but exclaim.

The team suddenly became a little turbulent.

Bang!

The guardian of Aosha immediately whipped a whip at their heads, and shut me up!Now line up to board the boat, move quickly!

Simbadi felt the crowd start to flow, and people kept pushing him behind him, and even if he wanted to stop, he couldn't do it.Sneaked in the boarding team, a trace of fear suddenly arose in his heart.

Perhaps I shouldn't have left Yinchuan Oasis at all. Although there will always be endless water sources here, the Three Gods may not be able to look at such a faraway place.

If the ship carried them to the Abyss of the Styx, the gods would not hear their call for help.

Hurry me up, be careful, don’t miss the time!Muli's voice made him come to his senses instantly.

A small hand grabbed his palm and guided him to the springboard, and from time to time someone was squeezed into the water, making a thumping sound.

Although someone will quickly pull them ashore by the dock, falling into the river in this kind of weather basically means losing the qualification to work.

The people who fell into the water begged to get on the boat again, but they answered that they were the whip's thrust.

Simbadi and Muli clung to each other and boarded the stone boat with the flow of people.

The moment his feet stepped on the deck, the expected shaking did not appear, and the hull under him remained motionless, as stable as if he was walking on the ground.

When the springboard was removed, Toram, the big man of the Aosha clan, appeared on the platform in the center of the ship, attracting everyone's eyes. Do you still remember what I said before?The chief's most favored is order and discipline!Look at all of you who fell into the water, could board the ship smoothly, get job opportunities, and get plenty of food in the evil moon, but now they have to wait for the next job opportunity to arrive on hunger!And all this is caused by your stupidity!

They just fell into the water, you can wait for them to change into a dress. A Shamin was halfway through the words, and was pushed to the ground by two custodians and then dragged to the side of the boat and dropped the water.

Discipline is everything!There is no collective that accommodates individuals, only individuals that obey the collective!Tulam said snapping, unlike the competition between the clans in the past, the ones who were eliminated before were your potential enemies, but now those who were eliminated will be your relatives!Remember, this is the first lesson I have taught you!He paused at this point. Of course, people who lost their jobs today will just get hungry. If there are still people in the sand or tribe who do not know how to abide by order in the future, they will be expelled from this eternal green land!

As he finished speaking, a thick sound erupted from the metal cylinder and rolled over the clear water port.

The huge iron wheels on both sides of the hull slowly rotated, and the stone boat trembled violently, slowly left the shore and headed towards the entrance of the river.

Thank you, if it weren't for you just now... Simbadi looked at Muli.

The latter smiled, his eyes bent into a thin slit. Don't care, I just happened to be ahead of you.

Is that right... He lowered his head a little embarrassedly.

Muli and him are both members of the Fishbone Clan, and they occasionally make a few conversations. Simbadi has always had a good impression of this girl with big black braids and light brown eyes, but it is said that she already has a lover, so he can't express this relationship again.

After a moment of silence, he looked at Mu Li, who was lying on the side of the boat and looking at the scenery on both sides of the straits with a novel look on his face. He couldn't help but ask, are you not worried about where we are going at all?

She turned around, Blackwater Valley?

That's right, I heard from other clans that it is close to the choke swamp and the wasteland, and it is a place cursed by the three gods. Once you mistakenly enter it, it is impossible to come back alive.

So have they applied to board the ship?

Uh, this...

Muli couldn't help laughing, those people just hoped that the fewer people would get the job, the better, so that their clan could get more rewards.You also heard from Lord Zhuoer Yinyue that as long as you do things according to the command of the chief, not only will your family have no worries about food and clothing, but the tribe can also receive resource subsidies.She vomited out her breath, let’s talk about it, do we have any other choice?

The last sentence made Simbadi shut up. Indeed, most of the clans who were willing to follow Aosha to the southern border of Gray Castle were small tribes that were difficult to continue in Yinchuan Oasis, and fish bones were one of them.

The oasis they occupied is being swallowed up by the desert bit by bit. The increasingly dry tributary of Yinchuan can no longer guarantee the reproduction of the tribe. If you want to survive, you either join other major clans or venture to the southern border.

On the plus side, at least the Chief fulfilled his first promise, we no longer have to worry about starving to death in the desert, right?

This sentence made Simbadi unable to refute. According to Lord Yinyue, even those who have not won a job in the sea can get the most basic food supply. As long as they take on the miscellaneous work of rebuilding the southern border, they will not starve to death.

What's more, the people from Aosha will also go to the Blackwater Valley with us, so you don't have to worry too much.Muli smiled and pointed to the ruins of the port in the distance, looking at it... the land assigned by our clan should be near the black tower, right?It would be great if I could stay here all the time.

Simbadi looked in the direction she pointed, and the entire Bishui Port seemed to be divided into two and one half was burnt ruins, with dilapidated houses and charred wooden frames everywhere, with weeds growing in the walls and courtyards, as if they were forgotten and abandoned.

The other half is already alive, the sand people's tents are rolling and people are shaking everywhere in the camp.

The damaged houses were pushed down one by one, and the newly cut wood was constantly transported into the wasteland with the shouts.

Muli's smile made him feel a little expectant.

Perhaps when his three-month work period expires and returns here, the tower will also be replaced with a brand new wooden house?

The rebuilt town slowly retreated until the ships began to rise and fall with the waves, and the endless skyline became the only view.

They entered the sea.