Apocalyptic Dark Age

The visitor put down his wine glass, raised his head and looked at Huo Yan with flashing eyes. He was a handsome man whose age could not be discerned. His face seemed to be less than twenty, his temples were as silver as blood, and his eyebrows were like two swords extending half an inch from the peak of his eyebrows. He looked like a strange man with a strange appearance, his eyes were deep and different, and the left hand holding the wine glass was as green as jasper, and the clear water was flowing and shining.

"You can't blame the higher-ups. This war has been going on for almost half a year, and the materials invested are almost as much as the total that was handed over to the family council in ten years. Some people are anxious, and naturally everything goes wrong..."

"Bah, I'm not their godfather, why should I take away my benefits? That's why you, Zuo Qingshou, are so indifferent. You don't have a good master..."

Zuo Qingshou is this man with eyebrows as sharp as a sword. He always looks calm and calm.

"No matter how anxious you are, you are still like this. What is yours is always yours. Even if they dare to covet other people's things, they will not touch you. Intermediate Split Mountains are not those dudes who pile up medicinal materials and spend their whole lives with the first-level Split Mountains. Disciple..."

The gold content of the middle-level Split Mountain is not generally high. There is a dividing line from Xianfeng to Xianjun. From Xianjun to Split Mountain, it is a qualitative change. But from the first-level Split Mountain to the middle-level Split Mountain, it is a world of difference. The first-level Split Mountain is hundreds of times. More than 90% may not be able to advance to the next level, while 80% of the intermediate-level splitting mountains will become half-step collapsing clouds.

"I don't know how long the fight will last. People who die every day don't even have enough space to pile them up. I heard that the cremation place is ten miles away and the ashes are almost calf-high..."

Listening to the raging fighting on the front line, Huo Yan let out a rare sigh.

Zuo Qingshou's face changed slightly, as if he was hesitating for something, and after a while he said:

"You and I have the best relationship in the entire Mochizuki City-State. I know some things, things that are blocked by high-level officials. I can tell you some things, but you must not spread them..."

Huo Yan's expression became serious. He looked around and saw that no one was looking this way, so he nodded to Zuo Qingshou.

"My master was drunk last time. He pulled me and said a lot of nonsense. I didn't understand what he meant at the time. Later, I saw that thousands of people died on the front line every day, and I understood a little bit."

"What do you understand?"

When Zuo Qingshou said this, his expression suddenly turned ugly, and he no longer looked as calm and unrestrained, which made Huo Yan even more curious.

"What is the cause of this battle?"

Zuo Qingshou drank the wine in the cup again, exhaled, and asked Huo Yan.

"Isn't it about the oppression of the family federation? Ten years ago, Mochizuki City State had to send 40% of its income to the family council every year. Last year, the family council raised it to five levels in one go. If this rate is maintained, it may reach 60% in ten years. , and the branches of the family council are increasing day by day, and there are countless sub-families. The total area of ​​the inland area is just this small. If the top families want more land to be enfeoffed, they must attack other families. In this way, the top families will become more and more As we get stronger and stronger, the local families become more and more powerful. In a few decades, we may all have to be slaves to the top families..."

What Huo Yan said was the cause of the family civil war. The greed and expansion of the top families have weakened other families day by day. The war between Xuan Ye and Wang Yue is the product of this conflict. The Xuanye family is a subordinate of the top families. The family, which controls land with a radius of thousands of miles, is still encroaching on the territory of Wangyue City State. Wangyue City State not only has to resist the encroachment of the Xuanye family, but also pays a large amount of materials to the family council, which in turn feeds part of the materials to Xuan Ye. Everyone in the family, as long as they are not idiots, knows what the fate of Mochizuki City-State will be if things go on like this.

"You're half right, but you don't know the other half..."

He poured himself a glass of wine again, raised the glass, shook his head with Zuo Qingshou, and suddenly a light flashed from the sky. The fort a hundred meters away completely cracked in the light, and a huge roar flew away countless rubbles and corpses, like A heavy rain pattered in all directions.

Huo Yan and Zuo Qing did not move their hands. The flying gravel and the remains of the Divine Blessing Cannon were bounced away before they could fall on them. Ten meters away, there was a tragic mess. Within ten meters, even the drinks on the table were Not a drop was spilled.

"Zi Liu..."

With the drink in his throat, Zuo Qingshou narrowed his eyes with satisfaction.

"After the war fifty years ago, there were thirteen top families, twenty-six large families, sixty-seven medium-sized families, one hundred and ninety-eight small families, and eight hundred and eighty micro families. Regardless of the losses in the war, Jialuo, among the Jialuo who were still alive after the war were seven Bengyun Jialuo, more than ninety Shanshan Jialuo, more than five hundred Xianjun Jialuo, two thousand Xianfeng Jialuo, and twelve thousand Jialuo Zong, including five. One of them died of injuries and illnesses ten years after the war, which shows how tragic the war was. Why did the counterattack against the underground fail? It was because they could not afford the losses.

But what about today? Each of the thirteen top families has more than one Bengyun Jialuo, there are thirty-six large families, each with one Bengyun Jialuo, and one hundred and seventy-two medium-sized families, each with at least three Split Mountains. There are 1,800 Jialuo in small families, and each family has three Xianjun Jialuo. There are 3,900 micro families in Jialuo. Their strength is uneven. Some show their strength, but there are no Xianjun.

Let’s talk about the top families and large families. Except for the Bengyun Garo, the Splitting Mountain Garo, the Xianjun Garo, and the Xianfeng Garo, there are only one top family. I am afraid that fifty years ago, all the families combined would have three points. Jia Luo, one of them, how many of the thirteen top families together do they have? "

Those words were like a sledgehammer hitting Huo Yan's forehead, making him dizzy. It seemed as if a window had opened in his heart. He understood a little, but didn't quite understand. He wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it.

"Jialuo has a different status among ordinary people. Fifty years ago, every Jialuo was a valuable asset. But today, fifty years later, Jialuo has become a mess on the streets, and small places in the countryside still have Well, in the city-state of the top families, the Jia Luo Zong are inferior to some ordinary people with special skills. Many people have been reduced to lowly coolies. In order to fill their stomachs, many Jia Luo Zong gather together to rob homes and occupy mountains to become kings.

Jia Luo is like this, let alone ordinary people. Let’s talk about the small town in my hometown. After the war, the entire town lost two-thirds of its population, with only more than a thousand people. Today it is almost six years old. Thousands, the land can only produce enough food to feed four thousand people. What will happen to more people? Are they all going to work in big city-states? The population of big city-states is growing even more. What else can they do except steal, rob, and cheat? "

Speaking of this, Huo Yan felt extremely depressed. Suddenly, he understood why there were so many family warriors fighting on the front line, and why there was a steady stream of reinforcements.

"To go too far, let's go back to the rules. According to the rules set by the family, the social structure is divided into three classes. The first class is Garo, the second class is commoners, and the third class is untouchable. Garo itself is not For production, we must rely on commoners and untouchables. It is said that the increase in untouchables and commoners is a good thing, as there will be more manpower to support the family.

But things will not be that simple. The lowly people and common people also need food and clothing. If there are more Gallo, they will get less. Many people have worked hard for a year to produce and provide for Gallo. What will they have left? In the past, there was only one micro-family in a small town, or no micro-family at all. How many are there now? Even in the most remote areas, there are at least three. In the prosperous central areas, there may be more than ten. Jialuo enjoys the supplies of civilians every day. He does not have to do anything but give birth to children. The more children he has, the more he awakens his bloodline. The more people there are, the stronger their status will be. If there are more Garuda, they will naturally have to separate their families, otherwise they will not be able to survive, so more families appear.

Well, when there are more families, the people below can no longer survive, so they abandon their fields and work and all run away. However, the family must also hand over supplies to the family council. How will the supplies come? Save from your mouth? No, they will use more tax methods to increase taxes on civilians who have some savings. Even if these people don't want to, they can't do it. Who makes them civilians? "