Apocalyptic Dark Age

The sky was like blood, and the heat was rolling. Hua Ya on the mountaintop was sweating all over his body, but his heart was cold. The black shadow before nightfall was now completely spread out in front of them. On the distant red sand ground, red The sand has disappeared, leaving only endless black spots. There are countless tall lizards in an endless stream. The supplies on the lizards are piled up like mountains. Huoya has never seen so many supplies in his life.

Zangzi's eyes were already weak. He thought more than Huyaya. There were ten thousand people and it was boundless. This was several tribes migrating together. The number was at least twenty thousand. The loose formation occupied more places. On the ground, for a moment I just felt that these people could fill the world.

"Huoya..., we can't wait any longer, go back quickly and tell Sanzhao that we are in big trouble..." Zangzi said to Zhanzhi seriously, leaving Huaya confused, grabbing his bird's nest-like hair, hanging The swollen eyes blinked for a while, and then he said, "What will you do if I leave?"

"What else can we do? Hide. We are only one day away from the Wilderness tribe. The Wilderness can easily find us through footprints, but they can also find the Black Claw tribe through footprints. We don't want everyone we know to die. You Go and report the news quickly..."

Zhanzi looked at the Elaeagnus jujuba field that was gradually taking shape behind him with nostalgia. What a wonderful place it was. It was a pity that God did not give them time. Otherwise, in three years, another tribe would be formed here, one that could feed 10,000 people. The above large tribes.

"Then, what should I say when I find Sanzi?" Huoya is sometimes clever and sometimes confused. He is clever when it comes to small things, but confused when it comes to big things. Hearing what the pole said was serious, he couldn't help but get confused.

"Let him run as far as he wants. No one can stop the large tribe of the Wildermen. There are more Wilderness warriors in the tribe of tens of thousands than in all the tribal warriors in the entire Western Wilderness combined..."

Under Gangzi's urging, Huoya changed his mind and took his five slaves on the road. He left Gangzi standing on the top of the mountain and looking at Huoya's back in the distance. He didn't know if he could see Huoya and Gaofeng again. Can I see my woman and children again?

One thing he didn't tell the truth was that it was impossible for him to hide. The wilderness people were good at tracing tracks in the wild. Even if they took a group of women and children with them, they would be able to find them even if they ran to the horizon. So the only way was to abandon the women and children here and the wilderness people. Escape together.

The pole didn't do this for a somewhat ridiculous reason. He wanted to preserve this tribe as much as possible for Gao Feng. These tribes were Gao Feng's property, and his life was saved by Gao Feng. He should have died in the abandonment of Black Claw and the horror of death. However, if he survived, he would have to repay Gao Feng.

In a place called Tianshuijing, a person who is not recognized by Gao Feng, a person who has done something dirty, is willing to stay and protect Gao Feng's property for the sake of Gao Feng. As long as a slave or a woman betrays, the pole will be destroyed. He would die miserably, but he still stayed, willing to use his life to repay everything he owed Gao Feng.

It took Gao Feng a whole day to figure out the population. Of course, he didn't figure it out by lying on a woman, but under his angry protest, Black Claw personally nodded and asked him to count the population himself. In this way, Gao Feng counted all the people in the tribe. After counting the population, the last expectation in my heart was not fulfilled. I found Xiaohongsha.

"There are four hundred and fifty-seven tribal warriors..." "There are so many? I thought there were only three hundred..."

The first sentence was interrupted by Black Claw, which made Gao Feng very dissatisfied. He looked at Black Claw impatiently. Under the surprised eyes of the second elder, Black Claw twisted a few times, said nothing, and closed his mouth. But the joy on his face never dissipated.

"Thirty-two of the four hundred and fifty-seven people are disabled, one hundred and fifty are slightly injured, and they need ten to thirty days to recover. There are two hundred and seventy slaves left, half of them are injured, and ten attendants are left. Seven people, all wounded, 1,150 women, 970 children under twelve years old, from three months to twelve years old, and eight hundred indentured servants..."

"Contract slaves don't need to be counted as human beings..." Black Claw waved his hand in a very elegant manner, and some small money did not taste like money, which made Gao Feng roll his eyes again. Who was the one who said that he could not pass the test and let him be a contract slave? Privately, I was still muttering to myself, Hua Ya couldn't pass the test to be a personal slave, but he couldn't pass the test to be an indentured slave. Why?

"Based on the calculation that tribal warriors consume ten large flour cakes a month and slaves consume five large flour cakes a month, a total of XXX flour cakes are needed. The attendants consume XX flour cakes every month. Women and children eat whole grain cakes. , consume XX pieces every month, half for children, a total of XXXXX pieces, indentured servants need..."

During Gao Feng's report, Black Claw interrupted Gao Feng again and said angrily: "We have never calculated food for the indentured slaves, they can always survive..."

One sentence described the desolation of the indentured slaves. Gao Feng was speechless, but he did not insist. He rolled his eyes and pointed at the hundreds of indentured slaves under the age of twelve and said: "The tribe has insufficient population. They can formally Become a pro-slave. If someone completes the assessment, he will be promoted to a warrior, and girls can be used as slaves..."

"Is there enough food?" Black Claw didn't care about the status change of these indentured slaves. The twelve-year-old boy was unreliable in his work. All he cared about was whether there was enough food.

"I expect that the food will be enough to support us for thirteen months. If we reduce consumption by 20%, we can support us for three more months..."

"You mean the food is enough for us to harvest the next season of Elaeagnus?" Black Claw doesn't understand the concept of 20%. He doesn't care how many months it can last, he just cares about whether it is enough to eat.

Gao Feng regretted why he was so dedicated and explained so much. Others ignored him and just nodded and said in a low voice: "That's enough. It will be enough for so many more people..."

"Is it possible that the calculation is wrong? Every year, the great elder says that just a little difference is not enough?" The second elder expressed his doubts. Black Claw stared at Gao Feng with burning eyes, doubting in his heart, and Gao Feng laughed angrily.

"If you go to the Great Elder's house, you will know why he said what he said. By the way, remember to bring a shovel..."

There are no more educated people in the world to manage barbaric tribes who don't know how to calculate and are more likely to be corrupted. The problem of the second elder is not a problem at all for Gao Feng. Why is it not enough? It's because all the extra food was embezzled by the Great Elder. After the Great Elder died, Kuitu had no time to intervene, so the harvested Elaeagnus and crops were the output of a normal year, but it gave the Black Claw tribe a real bumper harvest. Bundle.

Just because Black Claw doesn't understand culture doesn't mean he's a fool. With a gloomy look, he led people to the great elder's house. This area of ​​housing, second only to Black Claw's residence, is home to several buildings in the tribe. Not to mention pavilions and pavilions, at least It is also a large house with three entrances and three exits, and dozens of side rooms.

After everyone's searching, they soon found the cellars under all the side houses. In other words, the purpose of building the side houses was for these cellars. No wonder even the Diji tribe couldn't find them.

When the baskets of dull-colored angustifolia noodles were pulled out, Black Claw's face was as gloomy as ink. The second elder couldn't believe it, and the tribal warriors scratched their heads. They didn't understand why Black Claw built the granary in the big city. Under the elder's wing.

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