Apocalyptic Dark Age

"Those who wanted to grab the food lost their lives. Those who didn't want to grab the food got the food instead. Is this luck?"

Looking at the grain baskets piled up and burning with blood, Gao Feng sighed in his heart. Others were not as sad as Gao Feng. They all gathered around and looked at the grains greedily. In their eyes, these were not grains, but their lives. Hope of going down.

"Someone is coming, please be careful..."

The loud voice of Deqian suddenly issued a warning, which immediately caused the crowd to panic. Some people ran backwards, some ran to both sides, and others knelt on the ground ready to beg for mercy.

"There are only two of us, why are you panicking...? No, someone is robbing food, kill them..."

Ma Cha reacted quickly. While calming down the commotion, he resolutely killed more than a dozen guys who were fishing in troubled waters, and Gao Feng also saw two people coming from the opposite side.

"Which one of you is the leader?"

The person who came was a desolate warrior covered in scars, but there was no skull pattern on his face, and there were no weird decorations or hairstyles. He proudly raised his chin, and accompanied by his companions, he walked in front of the scattered sand-like team. , asked loudly.

Ma Cha looked at Ye Kui immediately. Ye Kui didn't say anything. He raised his chin and motioned for him to come forward. Ma Cha immediately grimaced, kicked away the deserted man in front of him, and stood in front of that man.

"I..., my name is Ma Cha, and I am..."

"What do I call you? Go and clean up the body..."

The person who came was very rude and bossy, and the demands he made were embarrassing.

Ma Cha's face suddenly turned ugly. It was very troublesome to dispose of the corpses of more than 6,000 people, not to mention they were turned away. How could they be willing to do so?

"I..., I asked someone to clean it up..."

In front of the bloody corpse, Ma Cha didn't dare to shirk and responded softly. The visitor was even more proud and prepared to give another warning to make these people be more honest.

"If you want to clean up the body, you have to give some benefits. Otherwise, please ask me to clean it up myself. We won't wait for you..."

A burst of penetrating words came from the team, and then the crowd parted like rolling waves, revealing Ye Kui walking in. Ye Kui was carrying a huge mace, standing domineeringly behind Ma Cha, glaring fiercely. Two people.

"You..., you..., you are brave..."

The man screamed, but his eyes moved quickly. Ye Kui didn't want to have a verbal confrontation, so he slammed the mace on the ground, glared fiercely, and instantly regained his strength.

"You have to think clearly, the blood of those corpses has not dried yet..."

Seeing that he could not scare a strong warrior leader like Ye Kui, the man pointed at the slaughterhouse and threatened him again.

"You have the ability to ask the bloody bastard to come and tell us in person. For a thing like you, bah..."

When the identity of the bleeding kid was revealed, the visitor's expression changed drastically. He knew that he couldn't scare Ye Kui, but cleaning up the corpse was a tiring job, and he couldn't find anyone to do it. He couldn't help but get entangled, and whispered:

"Aren't you going to enter the camp? I can let you bring a hundred people in..."

When this person said this, Ye Kui's heart suddenly moved and he wanted to agree, but he heard a sneeze behind him, but it was Gao Feng's voice.

"That won't work. We came together when we came. Either we go in together or we go back together..."

Ye Kui shook his head repeatedly, making the visitor look grim. It was Ma Cha who said:

"Sir, although there are a lot of us, we really don't have much to eat. Besides, the camp also needs people to do groceries. How can I bother you? With us, it will be more convenient..."

As he spoke, Ma Cha took out something and stuffed it into the person's hand. Gao Feng glanced at it and was surprised to find that it was the obsidian that Jimin had given him before, but without the moiré pattern.

"Well..."

The man glanced at the thing in his hand, his eyelids twitched twice, and he stuffed it into his pocket, still looking very embarrassed.

"I'm just making a living, I won't cause you any trouble. We can do whatever you ask us to do. Cleaning up the bodies is not a problem. Even if you ask us to dig ditches and fill holes..."

While talking, Ma Kui once again sent out two things, one was a shiny jade, the other was a pair of horns intertwined.

This person said in deep thought:

"I knew that nothing good would happen if I came out. Who made me feel soft... Well, good people can't do that, so let's do it..."

Ye Kui said nothing again. The visitor exchanged greetings with Ma Cha, then turned around and went back. At this time, the whole team cheered, and Ye Kui's reputation increased to an unprecedented level.

Only Gao Feng had a gloomy look on his face, thinking that he was very troubled by the blood brats. All the blood brats were the kings of cold weapons. If they faced off against the Stormtroopers..., Gao Feng was confident that he could kill all the blood brats, but in this way, The ammunition carried by the team will also be exhausted. At the same time, he is also very interested in such a team with a strong style and a team that watches and helps each other. It is really nerve-wracking.

There is no need for Gao Feng to clean up the corpses personally. Everything is arranged by Ma Cha. Ma Cha now regards himself as Ye Kui's confidant. The Huangren warrior who was beaten up by Ye Kui before also regards himself as Ye Kui's guard. After all, he can lead It was a big deal to lead them into the camp, but why didn't you see thousands of people dying outside in rivers of blood?

But the camp is not a kind place. The old and weak people who defect to the camp always think that they will have enough to eat when they arrive at the camp. Only when they actually arrive at the camp do they realize that they can only watch others have enough to eat.

The troops in the camp are messy and chaotic. Tens of thousands of soldiers who do not belong to each other are huddled together randomly. There are people everywhere. However, there is no order in the camp. There is only one rule here, the rule of fists, whose fists Anyone can live comfortably in the camp.

If we use an image word to describe it, the word "garbage dump" is quite suitable. Old tents stand haphazardly on the ground. The tents come in various styles, some are painted with abstract paintings, some are made of animal skin and linen, and some are made of vines. It was made of rattan or wood, and some people even dug a hole in the ground and slept in the open bedroom.

The area division of the camp is also unreasonable. Many tents are densely packed together, like sardine cans. Many people sleep in short tents, but their heads are exposed. Stepping over it brought up the dust, making the head look like a lump of earth, with only two nostrils black.

But there is also a particularly spacious place. Over there are the strongest warriors. Their fighting power is fierce and their fists are hard enough. The neighbors who are beaten have moved away. These dozen tents are erected in isolation in a place where a hundred tents can be set up. Leaving a large blank space, desolate warriors as strong as cattle walked in and out of the tent. From time to time, women's screams and laughter came from the tent.

In addition to the noise and crowding of people everywhere, the camp is also smoky, with a burning smell everywhere. Looking at it, countless black smoke rises into the sky from every corner of the camp. All the desert warriors here have received The food is cooked by oneself. There are no unified cooking utensils, so you can only think of your own way. Some people wrap the dough with leaves and bury it in the ground to bake, some use wooden sticks to bake on the fire, and some use stone slabs to burn red. Naturally, Some people also cook in clay pots.

Gao Feng and Ma Cha's team came in only after paying bribes. Naturally, there was no good place to arrange them. The worst, dirtiest and smelliest place was their camp.

Ma Cha did not dare to say anything, but Ye Kui quit his job. Even as a low-key lurker, he could not forget his identity as Jialuo. However, Gao Feng did not want to cause trouble and asked Ma Cha to lead people to clean up the accumulated garbage to the camp. Outside, find a place to settle down first.