Doomsday Dark Age

"Also, the second elder said that if you can't finish today's arrangement, you can't go out, and we will arrange the food..." Gao Feng stared at the girl who was telling the story dully. He didn't see anything clearly, only the corner of his mouth The mole on his face flew up and down, and occasionally flashed past the yellow teeth in his mouth that hadn't been cleaned with toothbrush and toothpaste.

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

Gao Feng was furious, he felt that he had become a prisoner, and these girls were the frame of the cage, firmly confining him, if so, he would rather have that persimmon face that was useless except for electric 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 laughed. He felt that there was no need to be angry about these things. Supervision is supervision. He should thank Black Claw. At least he didn't let him supervise himself on the first day he appeared in this world. After so many killings, he also Tired, a kind of tiredness from the bones.

The barbarian tribe, the terrifying death god, and the earth armada tribe, he killed at least [-] people in total, but he didn't know why he wanted to kill. If he killed just to survive, the reason would be ridiculous. Killing without ideas is crazy.

Maybe he can convince himself that life is just a series of accidental events, but it is ridiculous, because he still doesn't know what value he needs to embody in his life until now. He once had the ideal of going out and looking outside. But with the killing after scene, it also faded away. If the outside is still a combination of violence and killing, what is the difference between going out and staying?

Staring blankly at the only light coming in from the vent hole above the dark space, he introspected in his heart, and couldn't help flashing past images in his mind, the battlefield full of artillery fire, the deadly stray bullets, the comrades who kept falling, and the charging... Those who were shot in the front were accidentally blasted to pieces while avoiding artillery fire, some were seriously injured and stayed on the battlefield to cover his retreat, and some died in battle, and some collapsed because of jealousy and fear, and were executed by him himself.

Scenes of bloody killings are compared with the scenes he experienced in this world, slowly digging out the differences, a301 is his name in the previous life, Gaofeng is the name given to him by Mayfair, and Three Claws is his current name , there is no difference, just because he is himself in his bones.

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

The battlefield in the previous life was ten times more cruel than the current battlefield. After a battle, the dead became mountains and seas, and the casualties of civilians were a hundred times more than those of soldiers. Those mountain peaks piled up with corpses hurt his eyes and his heart. Fei'er is also a commoner, so he is not fighting to vent his violence, but to protect Fei'er and those civilians...

"What is there worth protecting here?" Gao Feng asked himself, always regarded himself as a passerby, and he couldn't blend in, but he didn't know what reason he could use to convince himself to take up the knife and attack powerful and unknown enemies one by one. challenge.

Just like what Black Claw said, the patrons are just the Galas, and the Galas are the bottom layer of high-end power, on which there are Xianfeng, Regret Army, Cracking Mountains, and Collapsing Clouds. As for moving stars and catastrophes, they are beyond the reach of human range, even the weapons of the previous life were impossible.

In this situation, Gao Feng's fear is like a woman's aunt, who will appear every once in a while, forcing him to worry about the future.

The peak on the battlefield is fearless and fearless. Once he is sincerely committed, he will be absolutely focused. It is this desperate focus that makes him like a fish in water, and can always find life in a certain death situation, but he cannot be trapped in killing all his life. I've been so bewildered all my life.

Messy thoughts flooded him one after another like a sea wave, the light that came in from the small air hole became dim, and the torch was lit in the dark space, brighter than the day, those girls still stood solemnly and solemnly. Around, the number of people is only reduced by half. I don't know if they should go to rest and wait for the rotation.

Gao Feng, who rested his chin in contemplation, stared blankly at the food in front of him. A piece of bread that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, a bowl of soup made of unknown plants, and a plate of roast meat soaked in fat. Such a simple food in a previous life, It is extravagant to the extreme in the wild west, but Gao Feng has no appetite to eat.

After he fell into a coma, his wounds were cleaned, and most of his belongings were missing, such as a pistol with empty magazines, a sawtooth saber covered in blood, and a machete of death that killed people like mowing 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 tasks, and 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 raised his spirits and asked the surrounding wooden posts.

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

"Is this a magic horse?" Looking at the animal skin held by the girl, Gao Gao was dumbfounded. Is this the most primitive journal?

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

"If you can't figure it out, you can't figure it out. He is the heir of the tribe, just let him know some things..." Maybe you don't need to calculate these things yourself, the second elder's tone is relaxed and natural, with a little gloat.

"But what if he calculates wrong?" Black Claw was still a little worried, this is a major issue for the survival of the tribe.

"Now the tribal warriors have lost more than 500 people, the slaves have lost more than 800 people, and a lot of attendants have also been lost. The population is only two-thirds of what it used to be, but there is not much food loss. No one will starve to death. of……."

The second elder obviously had a plan in mind, and he said calmly, and Black Claw let go of his heart, then frowned, and said unhappily: "Then why didn't you say it sooner?"

Banjun is like a tiger, and Black Claw is not happy. The second elder immediately got tangled up, squeezed out a few beads of sweat, and said bravely: "I see that you have high expectations for Three Claws, so you have to do what you can't do." For the matter, young people need more experience..."

Heizhao lowered his brows again, and before the second elder could let out his suffocation, he slammed his big fists on his face. Amidst the screams of the second elder, Heizhao roared violently: "I'm the leader, why don't you let me know?" Is there anything I can't do..."

"There are a total of 31 forks, 49 circles, and 89 dots in total? What the hell is this thing? Where does the horse go to herd animals, and it turns into a tail again? 61 big tails, 32 small tails, don't they Know how to count, just draw a herd animal with a tail? This..., what is this? Tusk knife, spear, steamed stuffed bun? There are also small stones, grass roots, this is too abstract?"

I couldn't understand the things on the animal skin at all, Gao Feng was a little crazy, and suddenly put the animal skin on the ground, looked up at the ceiling feebly, and a classic saying flashed in his mind: "It's terrible to be uneducated..."

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

"How many people are there in the tribe? Among them are warriors, slaves, attendants, women, qinu, and the number of children under the age of 12..."

Gao Feng didn't know the name of the hemorrhoid on the lip, and he didn't bother to ask. Once he decided to do something, he would become more focused. His question obviously exceeded the upper limit of understanding for the hemorrhoid on the lip and other girls, and no one could answer it. .

"Forget it, you go outside to investigate and come back and tell me..." Gao Feng waved his hands impatiently, thinking about the relationship between the population of Tianshui Well and the grain storage, he really didn't think about these things.

"What... what is an investigation? Do you want to eat?" The girl no longer had the pretentious sternness and rigidity before, and timidly asked Gao Feng, her flustered eyes made people look pitiful.

"You... Forget it, do you know how to count?" Gao Feng is used to being speechless, and he forces himself to get used to any possible surprises. He believes that the girl in front of him will not be surprised when he suddenly grows a beard.

Counting is an extremely simple thing in Gao Feng's mind, at least he knows a little bit about his teeth, but he didn't expect that when the attendants were training, they would learn to detect the number of enemies. Pancake, a woman in the wilderness who nurses a child, really doesn't know.