Everyone: Are mechanics weak? I wake up and rectify the natural disaster

three days later.

Huyu.

In the peaceful times more than three years ago, this place used to be a pleasant natural scenic spot.

But today, it has become a wild jungle overgrown with weeds.

I don’t know what kind of disasters this place suffered in the years after the catastrophe, so that it looks devastated.

In a broken mountain range full of desolate forests that would be unrecognizable to those who came from Beijing before the catastrophe.

An ugly and primitive tribal camp is rooted here.

The thick logs were not cut, but the bark was removed, the two ends were sharpened, and then they were inserted into the ground with the big end down.

Roots and rows form a wall that is so rough that it can be called retro.

If that's all it is, it's just some old-school style.

At most, it can give travelers who have been to those old forest farms in Northeast China a faint sense of déjà vu.

And if you see clearly what is carried on the top of the spikes of the log, this sense of sight will probably turn into fear...

——Head.

Not a skeletal skull.

It is a human head that has been chopped off directly without any treatment and is in a semi-rotted or even dried state.

The heads of the same kind were used as the most bloody and cruel decorations to decorate this parapet.

Most of the blood had already drained away when the head was separated from the body.

Now there is only some brown and black sticky gel fluid flowing and adhering to the wooden piles.

It looks like half-dried gum, or a layer of badly decayed moss.

It was corpse fluid formed by the decay of flesh, fat, brain tissue and the like after a long period of time.

The dry head and long hair that may have been carefully taken care of in the past are now like a bunch of weeds.

The completely rotted face, with two empty eye holes, stared silently into the distance.

Far, far away at the foot of the mountain, you can vaguely see the corner of a high wall.

Smoke and dust could be seen slowly rising from the wall.

Under the protective wall that looks like a palace, there is also a person looking in the same direction.

To be precise... it's something inhuman and inhuman.

Dark green skin, hairless appearance, and a bloody mouth with protruding fangs.

The most eye-catching thing is its height of over 5.5 meters.

The muscles all over his body are like steel poured into iron, set off by a suit of armor made of scrap iron and rags.

Full of post-apocalyptic wasteland punk style.

"The leaf-falling season is coming soon, and the flesh-man tribe will become fat again..."

This green-skinned thing like a medieval war hammer spoke in rather awkward human language.

At the same time, he rubbed a giant hammer at his hand.

A giant hammer bigger than a rafter.

The handle of the giant hammer is made from the spine and leg bones of some kind of creature, and the hammer head is a large mass of crude metal that is smelted and forged into shape.

It was covered with dried, old, and layered bloodstains, demonstrating the bravery and ferocity of its owner.

It looked at the base city of Shangjing in the distance, its eyes full of longing.

It looked back behind it again.

Inside the gate, which is also made of logs, is a completely wild territory.

Near the huge shed is a messy warehouse, with some kind of dried meat hanging on simple wooden shelves, as well as leather goods with no original animal appearance.

Cages were filled with ashen-faced flesh-and-blood animals, entrances to crypts were scattered around the longhouses, muddy roads extended in all directions, and countless green figures surrounded by animal skins or wearing scrap iron armor came and went.

And on the deepest and highest slope is the largest shack.

The large octagonal house is decorated with huge tusks, beast skulls, and strung bone fragments.

On the animal skins covering the outside walls of the house, there are dragon head patterns smeared with human blood.

The skeleton of a bipedal dragon more than twenty meters long was lying on the roof.

That's where it lives.

This is also the reason why this tribe got its name.

Its name is Ge Lei, the war chief of the Longshan tribe.

In the occupied area within a fifty-kilometer radius of the Shangjing base city, the Longshan tribe under its command is the largest mutant group.

Their nest is located less than 70 kilometers away from the base city of Shangjing. It is neither up nor down, which is very embarrassing.

At this distance, the hit rate of using artillery is not high.

If rockets or missiles are used...

Before electronic equipment was solved in the past, the working life of these weapon parts was too short in the magical environment of occupied areas.

therefore...

Even though the military has launched several offensives in this direction.

Such a tribe with tens of thousands of mutants also suffers from various reasons.

It has never been completely eradicated.

Even if the Air Force has dispatched bombers to clean the ground.

They all relied on these simple but effective crypts and their own strong bodies to withstand the carpet bombing.

Even later, relying on their huge numbers, they were able to repulse the ground troops that attacked later.

This incident has always made the Shangjing Military Region ashamed.

but...

Mutants are inherently extremely resilient and adaptable beings.

It is called a green cockroach by the human side with great displeasure.

This means that these guys are indeed as annoying as Xiaoqiang.

Gorey didn't know the various derogatory names humans used to refer to them.

But even if it knew, it probably wouldn't take it seriously.

Flesh men are like worms, weak and powerless, with only harsh cries.

And they are the great new humanity, the real humanity.

Completely different from those weak and feeble wastes.

Gore, like all his new human brothers, loves these guys.

I like the game of hunting meatmen, and I like the feeling of smashing the heads of meatmen with a hammer.

Flesh men are like lambs.

The only difference is that lambs have hair and they have no hair.

The lamb has four legs and they have two legs.

But when facing their warriors, there is no difference.

The head is also like a lamb, rolling off the shoulders with a little force.

With a little force, the skin and flesh were ripped off the bones.

Boil it in a large pot and eat it like lamb.

Especially the delicate young female flesh people.

They have the most delicious flavor.

Goree thought about it, and thick saliva subconsciously slipped from the corners of his fang-covered mouth.

It wiped it casually, and its eyes became melancholy again.

It's a pity...the little female meatballs are delicious, but you can't eat more of them.

Wise men have warned it that the female flesh man should be used as a pregnancy bag to give birth to new brothers.

God gave them extremely powerful bodies, but made them all male, leaving them with no ability to reproduce normally.

They can only capture the females of meat humans to breed offspring.

For the sake of the development of the ethnic group, Gore could only bear with his appetite.

Those females cannot be slaughtered, but kept for breeding.

By the way...

Like the other strongest and most powerful brothers, he insists on breeding every night.

Working hard to create a new generation of boys for the tribe.

Unfortunately...

"Meat people are meat people, and females are just like males, useless..."

Thinking of the female flesh man who was accidentally killed by it last night.

A hint of disdain flashed in Gore's copper-bell-like bull eyes.

Not only it, but the other brothers would often kill their mothers by mistake.

The mother is too fragile and there is nothing they can do.

If it gets much worse, it can only be replaced with a new one.

In Gore's simple mind, he could only realize this truth:

The tribe needs more pregnancy bags to conceive children;

More breeding animals are needed to breed new meat animals;

The tribe also needs the fleshy white rice and fragrant food.

They are not as filling as meat, but more delicious;

The tribe also needs hard iron that only meat people can make, cloth that only meat people can weave, salt and spices that only meat people can refine...

It takes a lot.

Only meat people have it.

Then you can only take it from their hands.

And now...

The season of leaf falling has arrived.

The flesh-man tribe began to become plump.

New flesh-men fill their streets, and new grains fill their granaries.

'It seems...it's almost time to go south...'

'We have been to several tribes outside the big wall during the melting season of ice and snow.

Which one should I go to? I'm afraid they don't have much...'

'It would be great if we could break into the big wall. '

The largest tribe should have the most good things, right?

Gore thought this way, and touched his bare head covered with veins with his rough, calloused hands.

Thinking back to the gains gained from the last time we breached a human gathering place in a fallen area.

Then imagine what it would be like inside the high wall.

For a moment, I was a little crazy.

until...

A strange buzzing sound sounded.

A series of black spots suddenly appeared on the horizon at the end of its field of vision.

Goree subconsciously widened his eyes.

"Damn it, it's a meat-man's iron flying insect!"