Dong dong dong, dong dong dong, dong dong dong, dong dong dong…'
"?"
What is that sound?
Music? Or something else?
Shining pulled down her worn hood, looked at the boiling soup pot ingredients before her, ready to eat noodles, but listened strangely left and right again.
As a Sarkaz, even a traveling medic, one must be wary of kinsmen in the wilderness. Shining had already seen too much ugliness and unspeakable misery in this world. So she didn't particularly like gathering anywhere, preferring to be a traveling medic to treat the damage once caused.
And her strength was sufficient for her to advance alone in the wilderness. She originally planned to go to the Sarkaz kindred's side to pick up a pitiful kinsman who had been harmed, but because the original route was already covered by the Columbian battlefield, she had no way to bypass the large army alone to pick the person up. She could only follow the original route herself, to Kazimierz. Originally intended to make a trip to Lungmen and Ursus, but both sides were under martial law; she, a Sarkaz, wouldn't pass easily.
Although being a Sarkaz without Originium infection was a very rare and strange case, Shining didn't feel this was any blessing. Quite the opposite, Shining didn't want to say much about this aspect. Different from other Sarkaz's white long horns, strange Originium Arts weapon; if it were a normal city, Shining could casually blend in. But now, somehow, more and more places were under martial law. She could only exchange some supplies in some friendly villages, then trek through the wilderness towards Kazimierz. But just as she was calculating whether one flatbread could be divided into three meals, another rhythmically strong sound came from outside.
'Dong dong dong, dong dong dong, dong dong dong, dong dong dong!'
"…"
Can't eat this meal anymore.
Listening to the strange rhythmic sound, Shining looked at the noodles in front of her, already boiled into paste, shook her head somewhat regretfully, stood up, and looked towards the direction the sound came from.
Then she saw a strange vehicle; yes, even by Shining's years of wandering standards, it was a very strange vehicle, advancing on the land with a swaying, bizarre posture. As if the built-in AI or the driver or both had drunk two catties (斤 - jīn, approx. 1 kg) of fake alcohol, the vehicle swayed and meandered forward.
"?????"
What the hell is this?
Looking at the RV playing music, transmitting the rhythmic music to the corners of the wilderness, Shining's head was full of question marks.
"Buddy, you're a young man, hard man, shoutin' in the street, gonna take on the world someday. You got blood on your face, you big disgrace, wavin' your banner all over the place!"
"We will, we will rock you!!"
'Dong dong dong!'
Accompanied by the neat beat, the infectious singing was broadcasted from that strange RV.
The man's voice wasn't particularly pleasant, nor particularly infectious. But following the growing volume and the rhythmic clapping sound, even Shining couldn't help but narrow her eyes and start clapping along, looking somewhat enviously at the RV continuously meandering, crawling towards a fragile area in the direction of Kazimierz.
Such maverick people were truly too rare in the wilderness, to the point that reflections from binoculars even appeared on other mountain tops, looking at the huge idol icon and logo on the RV, faces full of bewilderment. And only the male voice continued singing the rhythmically strong song.
"Buddy, you're an old man, poor man, pleadin' with your eyes, gonna make you some peace someday. You got mud on your face, you big disgrace, somebody better put you back into your place!"
"We will, we will rock you!!"
'Dong dong dong!'
Singing such a song, shouldn't be enemies, right?
Shining narrowed her eyes looking at the clamorous vehicle, also clapping along to the beat.
Could even see further away, some people seemed to look over curiously too, then nodded continuously listening to this rhythmic music, clapping their hands, then were pulled back by vigilant companions, looking unwillingly at the RV swaggering in the wilderness.
And the people inside the RV seemed not to care how people outside viewed them, but still swayed the RV, as if using a trembling large drum, the rhythmically strong percussion and applause became increasingly loud in the wilderness. The man's carefree, slightly deep yet vitality-filled singing voice, amidst Shining's approving expression and couldn't help but hand-clapping rhythm, traveled along with the vehicle across this wilderness.
"Buddy, you're a poor old man, pleadin' with your eyes, gonna make you some peace someday. You got mud on your face, you big disgrace, somebody better put you back into your place!" (Verse repeated in original, corrected here based on song lyrics)
"We will, we will rock you!!"
'Dong dong dong!'
"We will, we will rock you!!"
'Dong dong dong!'
"The charm of music… such a good song."
Haven't heard such a vibrant song before.
Looking at the RV currently climbing a slope, Shining smiled, then suddenly thought of a problem.
Strong rhythm, fragile terrain, the vehicle itself also shaking along with the rhythm, wheels also moving up and down rhythmically. This was just like an army marching in unison across a bridge. And the place they were about to head towards was a famous geologically fragile zone, rich in Solidified Originium Rock , in other words, mostly having cavities and resonance zones over there. Even ordinary vehicles without rhythm passing through would have a chance of collapsing in.
"Wait a minute!"
Shining looked at the RV heading towards the rugged terrain, suddenly recalling disasters seen before, her face changed as she shouted towards the RV singing rock music loudly:
"The terrain over there is very fragile! If you pass through rhythmically, problems will easily occur! Even places originally safe become unsafe, quickly stop your song!"
'Dong dong dong, Dong!'
"......Ah."
Fell down as expected.
Watching the RV, along with the final note of the rhythm, cross a beautifully collapsing piece of land in an arc, landing squarely in a pit, Shining shivered hearing the dull thud, subconsciously revealing a somewhat unbearable expression.
Still should go check, can't leave injured people like this unattended.
Facing the dust-filled pit, although a Sarkaz, very likely to be scolded even after saving people, Shining still unhesitatingly packed up some of her food and water, shouldered her backpack, and walked towards the pit filled with obscuring smoke