Apocalyptic Dark Age

"Also, the second elder said that you can't go out until you finish today's arrangements. We will arrange the food..." Gao Feng looked at the girl who was telling the story blankly. He didn't see anything clearly, only the corners of his mouth. The mole flew up and down, occasionally flashing across the yellow teeth in his mouth that had not been cleaned with toothbrush or toothpaste.

"Get out, get out of here, I don't need anyone to tell me what I want to do, just get out..."

Gao Feng was angry. He felt like he had become a prisoner. These girls were the supports of the cage, tightly restricting him. If this was the case, he would rather have that persimmon-faced person who was good for nothing but discharge to take care of him.

Obviously, the girls only listened to Black Claw and not Gao Feng, and remained motionless.

After being angry, Gao Feng suddenly smiled. He felt there was no need to be angry about these things. Just supervise him. He should thank Black Claw for at least not letting him supervise him on the first day he appeared in this world. After experiencing so many killings, he I am also tired, a kind of tiredness that comes from my bones.

He killed at least more than 30 people from the Desolate Tribe, the Terrifying God of Death, and the Earthly Armand Tribe, but he didn’t know why he was killing. If he was just killing to survive, the reason would be ridiculous. Killing without a concept is crazy.

Maybe he could convince himself that life is just a series of accidental events, but it would be ridiculous, because he still doesn't know what value he needs to embody in his life until now. He once had the ideal to go out and see the outside world. But with the killings one after another, they fade away. If there is still a combination of violence and killing outside, what is the difference between going out and staying?

Staring blankly at the only light coming from the ventilation hole in the dark space, he reflected in his heart, and the previous scenes flashed through his mind. The battlefield with heavy artillery fire, deadly stray bullets, comrades who kept falling, and some of them were charging. Some were shot in the front, some were accidentally blown to pieces while avoiding artillery fire, some were seriously injured and stayed on the battlefield to cover his retreat, and some were killed in action, and some collapsed due to jealousy and fear and were executed by him personally.

Scenes of bloody killings were compared with the scenes he experienced in this world, and he slowly discovered the differences. A30178 was his name in his previous life, Peak was named by Mayfair, and Sanzhao is his current name. , there is no difference, just because, deep down, he is himself.

Suddenly, Gao Feng understood why he still rejected killing even after having memories of the battlefield. He did not reject killing itself, but the reason for rejecting killing.

The battlefield in his previous life was ten times crueler than the current battlefield. After a battle, mountains and seas of dead people were killed. The civilian casualties were a hundred times more than those of soldiers. The mountains with piled corpses stung his eyes and his heart because of Fei. Er is also a civilian, so he does not fight to vent his inner violence, but to protect Fei'er and those civilians...

"What is there worth protecting here?" Gao Feng asked himself, always treating himself as a passerby who could not fit in, but he didn't know what reason he could use to convince himself to pick up the knife and attack each of the powerful and unknown enemies. challenge.

As Black Claw said, the protectors are only the Gallozoans, who are the bottom layer of high-end power. Above them are the Revealing Front, the Resistance Army, the Splitting Mountains, and the Collapsing Clouds. As for the Moving Stars and Catastrophes, they are no longer within the reach of humans. The range is beyond what even the weapons from the previous life can achieve.

In this situation, the fear of peak is like a woman's aunt, which appears every once in a while, forcing him to worry about the future.

The peak on the battlefield is fearless. Once he is truly committed, he will be absolutely focused. It is this desperate focus that makes him like a fish in water. He can always find a chance to survive in a certain death situation, but he cannot be trapped in killing all his life. I have been at a loss all my life.

The messy thoughts were like ocean waves, coming towards him one after another. The light coming in from the narrow vents became dim. The torches were lit in the dark space, making it brighter than during the day. Those girls were still standing solemnly. There were only half the number of people around, and I didn’t know if they were going to rest and wait for the rotation.

Gao Feng held his chin in thought and stared at the food in front of him blankly, a piece of bread that had not changed for thousands of years, a bowl of soup made from an unknown plant, and a plate of barbecue soaked in grease. Such a simple food from the past life, It was extremely luxurious in the western wilderness, but Gao Feng had no appetite for it.

After he fell into coma, his wounds were cleaned, and most of the things on his body were missing, including the pistol with an empty magazine, the serrated saber stained with blood, and the machete of death that cut people like grass.

Gao Feng didn't wake up until the food was cold. It seemed that he still had tasks. The second elder gave him some assigned tasks. He couldn't leave the room until he completed them. This gave him some energy.

"Who knows what the second elder has arranged for me?" Gao Feng gathered his energy and asked the wooden piles around him.

The same hemorrhoid on the lip stood up, walked to Gao Feng, picked up the animal skin that he couldn't understand, and said: "The second elder hopes that you can combine the total food amount of the tribe with the population consumption, and re-determine the rations for everyone. , we must support the harvest of Elaeagnus next year, this is what the previous great elder left behind..."

"Is this a magical horse?" Looking at the animal skin in the girl's hand, Gao Feng was dumbfounded. Is this the most primitive account?

"What if..., what if Three Claws can't calculate it?" Black Claw's doubts came from a remote room.

"If you can't calculate it, you can't calculate it. He is the heir of the tribe. I just want him to know some things..." Maybe he doesn't need to calculate these things himself. The second elder's tone is relaxed and natural, with a little schadenfreude.

"But what if he makes a mistake in his calculation?" Black Claw was still a little worried. This was a big deal to protect the survival of the tribe.

"Now the tribal warriors have lost more than 500 people, the slaves have lost more than 800 people, and the attendants have also lost a lot. The population is only two-thirds of the previous one, but the food has not been lost much. You will not be hungry anyway. dead person's……."

The second elder obviously had a conspiracy for a long time. He said calmly, and Black Claw felt relieved. Then he frowned and said unhappily: "Then didn't you tell me earlier?"

Accompanying you is like accompanying a tiger, and Black Claw was not happy. The second elder immediately became entangled, squeezed out a few beads of sweat, and said bravely: "I think you have high expectations for San Claw, so you have to do what you can't do." Young people need more experience..."

Black Claw lowered his brows again, and before the second elder could exhale the sullenness in his heart, a huge fist hit him in the face. Amidst the screams of the second elder, Black Claw roared angrily: "I am the leader, and I am still the leader. There’s nothing I can’t do…”

"There are a total of thirty-one forks, forty-nine circles, and eighty-nine dots of grain? What the hell is this thing? Where does the magic horse go to herd livestock and turn into a tail? Sixty-one big tails, Thirty-two little tails, don't they know how to count, just draw one tail on top of a livestock? What is this? Fang knife, spear, bun? And small stones, grass roots, this? Isn’t it too abstract?”

He couldn't understand what was on the animal skin at all. Gao Feng went a little crazy. He left the animal skin on the ground and looked up helplessly at the ceiling. A classic quote flashed in his mind: "It's terrible to be uneducated..."

The knowledge I originally knew was the taboo of Black Claw, or the taboo of this world, but the words of this world are completely incomprehensible, just like the archaeologists in the previous life were amazed when they saw the ancient cuneiform script, and he was faced with a bunch of abstract words. Oracle sighed.

"How many people are there in the tribe? The number of warriors, slaves, attendants, women, indentured servants, and children under the age of twelve..."

Gao Feng didn't know the name of Hemorrhoids on his lips and didn't bother to ask. Once he decided to do something, he would become attentive. His questions clearly exceeded the upper limit of understanding for Hemorrhoids on his lips and other girls. No one could answer them. .

"Forget it, go and investigate outside and tell me..." Gao Feng waved his hand impatiently, recalling the relationship between Tianshuijing's population and grain storage. He really hadn't thought about these things unless he said it.

"What...what is an investigation? Do you have food?" The girl no longer had the pretentious coldness and stiffness before, and timidly asked Gao Feng. Her panicked eyes made people look pitiful.

"You..., forget it, can you count?" Gao Feng has become accustomed to being speechless. He has forced himself to get used to any possible surprises. He believes that the girl in front of him will no longer be surprised if he suddenly grows a beard.

Counting is a very simple thing in Gao Feng's mind. At least Hua Ya knows a little bit about it, but he didn't expect that when the attendants were training, they would learn how to detect the number of enemies. A boy might know that, but he would only know how to count. I really don’t know about the wilderness woman who makes pancakes and breastfeeds children.

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