Apocalyptic Dark Age

The large team of two thousand people spread like a long dragon towards the heart of the eastern wilderness. Their uniform steps made a rhythmic sound, like monsters walking on the earth. Hundreds of strong scouts were wandering in front, back and left of the team. , constantly reporting various surrounding anomalies to Gao Feng.

The morale of the long team was not as high as it was when they just set off. After traveling underground for ten days with complicated twists and turns, even the peak was a little decadent, let alone these soldiers. Fortunately, they were all elites reinforced with three-star cones. For an ordinary person, it would probably be even worse.

There are less than 1,500 bucklers in the team, but there are hundreds of miscellaneous guns and hundreds of ammunition boxes, as well as seven or eight rusty light machine guns and a machine gun. These weapons are poisonous intestines. The treasures that people hide deeply are also one of the unjust pledges. Unfortunately, these things are of no use. The rifles of many weapons are smoothed, and some weapon parts are necrotic. It is difficult to even fire, let alone , many people can only barely use it, and there is still an infinite distance from mastery.

Gao Feng led his first direct army and walked for half a day before arriving at the Wudaoshuo tribe. At the beginning, Gao Feng made a lot of preparations, including assaults, surprise attacks, night attacks, storming and other plans. He could wait for Gao Feng to lead his troops. After arriving at the tribe, I was surprised.

A small tribe hidden in the mountains. Two hills surround the tribe in the center like a hug. There is a small plain of more than ten square kilometers. The entrance needs to pass through a hidden mountain gap and turn three turns to officially enter. It is easy to defend but difficult to enter. Attack, the terrain is hidden, and a small stream gushes out from the mountains, bringing abundant water sources to nourish the land.

It was originally a secluded paradise, but now it has become a scorched land. The charred remains of more than a hundred houses are particularly eye-catching on the scorched earth. More than ten square meters of fields are covered with barren weeds, and some dry white wheat can be vaguely seen. The spikes were hidden in the grass, and there were traces of burning everywhere. White bones were scattered among the ruins. Many bones were piled together like a hill, and more were cut at both ends, not even the whole corpse.

There are big and small bones. The youngest one may be only four or five years old. Even some bones are immersed in the stream. The water repeatedly washes over the bones. The green moss dyes the bones. This quiet place is filled with a trace of despair. The cold atmosphere made the troops entering the valley feel depressed and dull.

Even though he came with evil intentions, Gao Feng never thought about killing them all. He only needed a place to stay and at most kill the poisonous people, but he didn't expect that someone would get there first and completely destroy this place.

"The desolate people did it. There are no traces of food in the ruins, and there are some weapons on the ground that have not been taken away. It should be the desolate people robbing food..."

Zhanzi was very proficient in these things and came to a conclusion after a little inspection, while Wudao was dumbfounded and stared blankly at this place full of wreckage. Since even the deserted people could find this hidden place, Then the tribes outside are not...

"What should we do?" Ye Xuan and Xiang Lei walked to Gao Feng and waited for his order. Things were different from the plan, and they didn't know what to do next.

"Clean it up. We are here to stay anyway. It doesn't matter if there are any living people. Without the bones, this place is pretty good..."

Gao Feng didn't have anything to worry about, and his people didn't have to live in the house to sleep.

Each squadron was divided into small teams, and the small teams were divided into groups. Some people went to guard outside, some went to the two hills on the left and right to investigate, some stayed at the weapons to look after and maintain the weapons, and the rest began to clean up the mess here.

The white bones were moved aside by the soldiers' hands and piled up indifferently. Some of the charcoal and wood that they found were still among the bones. When hundreds of bones were piled into a pile, someone took out the essential oil of the wood and poured it evenly. Sprinkle it on top, and a little spark will cause the bone pile to burn in a bright blue flame.

Some soldiers who were looking for bones in the stream unconcernedly stood in the bonfire lit by human bones to bake their wet socks. Others used wooden sticks to wear some small crabs found in the stream and grilled them on the flames. The peak was a little bit faint. He was nauseated but did not stop him. Warriors were accustomed to sitting on corpses after wars and eating bread with hands stained with human blood. This was really nothing.

Simple field tents were set up in the open fields. Each soldier, like a farmer, used steel knives to harvest half-waist-high weeds. The harvested straw was sent to the middle of the tent and became a soft mattress. Some curious people squatted among the weeds, dug out some green seedlings, and tried to see if they were edible.

Suddenly, Ichima cheered from the mountain on the left. I saw two soldiers holding sniper crossbows in one hand and an animal that looked like a mouse but was larger than a cat in the other hand. They screamed loudly. No matter what kind of animal it was, as long as it had meat, it would be enough. Eat, their actions moved some of the vigilant soldiers, and they all picked up their weapons and climbed up the mountain.

Gaofeng didn't stop them, and there weren't many wild animals on the mountain. They probably migrated here after the tribe was exterminated, otherwise they would have been devoured to extinction by the previous owner.

A small bonfire was lit in front of Feng Feng, with a pole sitting next to him. A helmet on the pole was placed on the bonfire. Without a pot to boil water, he had to make do with his helmet. Feng Feng was a little uncomfortable with the hot water, not that I dislike the hair oil on the helmet with a pole. As long as it is metal, impurities can be removed in the hands of Gao Feng. No matter how dirty the helmet is, the pure water will be cleaner in his hands. But I am unhappy that the clean water is taken from the creek, even in the river, there is no pollution. Water taken from the source.

Gao Feng held a cigarette in his hand and looked at the steaming hot water in a daze. He also held a cigarette in his mouth and looked at the empty plain without knowing what he was thinking.

"What are you thinking about?"

There is always a time when the cigarettes are finished. Gao Feng threw away the cigarette and asked softly.

The eyeball of Zhanzi's left eye was ferocious and terrifying, but a trace of confusion flashed through his right eye.

"I used to dream of having a place like this, where I could raise a few children well, let them learn my skills, become warriors, and pass them on from generation to generation..."

Zhuangzi looked back with self-mockery, shook his head and smiled bitterly. Only then did Gao Feng remember that when he went to find trouble with Zhuangzi, there seemed to be many children in Zangzi.

"Then your dream has come true. This place already belongs to us. You can do whatever you want here. Let your children and grandchildren settle here. Maybe you will also leave a story about your pole..."

Gao Feng said to the pole slightly teasingly, or in other words, informally recognized the pole's ownership of this place.

The pole did not expect that this place had hit his head. Instead, he shook his head and said:

"If it were before, I would have let the little cubs farm here honestly, raise women, give birth to children, and protect everything here with blood and knives..."

Gao Feng listened quietly to Zhan Zi's narration. At this moment, his heart was calmer than ever before. Zhan Zi's narration gradually allowed him to take in it. It seemed that he also yearned for what Zang Zi said, to find a place where no one would disturb anyone, where there would be no blood or corpses, and The woman he likes should build a simple and warm home, plant ten acres of thin fields, farm when he is busy, hunt when he is free, have enough food and clothing, have a virtuous wife and filial son, and be comfortable and happy.