"Also, the second elder said, you can't finish today's arrangements, you can't go out. We will arrange what you eat..." Gao Feng looked at the girl telling the story in a daze. Without seeing anything clearly, he saw the mole on the corner of his mouth flying up and down, occasionally flashing through the yellow teeth in his mouth without toothbrush and toothpaste.

"Get out, get out of here. What I want to do? No one needs to tell me, just let me go out..."

Gao Feng was angry. He felt that he had become a prisoner. These girls were the support of the cage, firmly restricting him. If so, he would rather take care of the persimmon cake face that was useless except for discharge.

Obviously, the girls only listened to the Black Claws and did not listen to 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. Just supervise it. He should thank Black Claw for not letting him supervise himself on the first day of appearing in this world. After so many killings, he was also tired, a kind of fatigue from the bottom of his bones.

The Wasteward tribe, the terrifying god of death, and the Earth Arm tribe, the total number of people he killed was at least thirty, but he didn't know why he wanted to kill. If he killed just to survive, the reason would be ridiculous. Killing without ideas would be crazy.

Perhaps it is ridiculous to be able to convince yourself by using a combination of life that is just a series of accidental events, because he never knows what the value he needs to reflect when he lives to this day. He once had the ideal of going out to see the outside, but with the killings one after another, it faded. If there is still a combination of violence and killing outside, what is the difference between going out and staying?

Looking at the only light that rushed into the air vents over the dark space, he reflected in his heart, and his mind could not help but pass through the previous picture. The battlefield with artillery fire, the deadly stray bullets, and the comrades who kept falling down, some were shot in the front when charging, some were accidentally smashed to pieces by avoiding artillery fire, some were seriously injured and left on the battlefield to cover his retreat, and some were killed, and some were collapsed due to jealousy and fear and executed by him.

The scenes of bloody killing flow and the scenes he experienced in this world, slowly digging out the differences. A30178 is his name in his previous life, Gao Feng was Fei'er who obtained his name, and Sanzha was his current name. There is no difference, just because he is himself in his bones.

Suddenly, Gao Feng understood why after having memories on the battlefield, he was still rejecting killing. He did not reject the killing itself, but the reason for the killing.

The battlefield in his previous life was ten times more cruel than the battlefield today. After a battle, the dead people became mountains and seas, and civilians suffered a hundred times more casualties than soldiers. The mountains with piles of corpses sting his eyes and his heart. Because Fei'er is also a civilian, he did not fight violently in his heart, but to protect Fei'er and those civilians...

"What's worth protecting here?" Gao Feng asked himself, always treating himself as a passerby. He could not integrate into him, but he didn't know what reason to convince himself, convinced himself to pick up the knife and challenge him to a powerful and unknown enemy.

As Black Claw said, the shelter is only the Gala people. The Gala people are the bottom of high-end power, and there are also the showdowns, regret armies, splitting mountains, and collapsed clouds. As for the movement of stars and catastrophes, they are no longer accessible to humans, and even weapons in their previous lives cannot be achieved.

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

The peaks on the battlefield are fearless. Once you are sincerely devoted, you will be absolutely focused. It is this desperate focus that makes him feel like a fish in water and can always find vitality in a situation where he will die, but he cannot be trapped in killing all his life and be so at a loss for the rest of his life.

The chaotic thoughts were like a tide, rushing towards him one after another, and the light coming from the narrow vent became dim. The torches were lit in the dark space, brighter than during the day. The girls were still solemn and solemnly standing around, but half of the people were missing. I wonder if I were to rest and wait for the rotation.

Gao Feng, who was contemplating with his chin, looked at the food in front of him in a daze, a piece of bread that has not changed for thousands of years, a bowl of soup made from unknown plants, and a plate of barbecue that has been so simple that it is in the wilderness of the past, but Gao Feng has no appetite to eat it.

After he was unconscious, he was cleaned of his wounds, and most of the things on his body were gone, pistols with empty magazines, blood-stained serrated sabers, and death scimitars that killed people like mowing grass.

It was not until the food was cold that Gao Feng woke up. It seemed that he still had tasks. The second elder gave him some tasks arranged by him, and he could not walk out of the room if he didn't complete it, which made him feel a little energetic.

"Who knows what the second elder arranged for me?" Gao Feng raised his spirit and asked the surrounding wooden piles.

The hemorrhoid on his lips stood up, walked to Gao Feng, picked up the animal skin that he couldn't understand, and said, "The Second Elder hopes that you can combine the total number of food in the tribe with population consumption, re-determine the rations for everyone, and must support the harvest of sand dates next year. This is what the elder left behind in the past..."

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

"What if... what if three claws can't be calculated?" Black claws' doubts came from a remote room.

"If you can't calculate it, you can't calculate it. He is the heir of the tribe, just letting him know something..." Maybe without having to calculate these things by himself, the second elder's tone was relaxed and natural, with a little gloating.

"But what if he calculates it wrong?" Black Claw was still a little worried. This was a big deal to maintain the survival of the tribe.

"Now the tribe warriors have lost more than 500 people, the pro-slaves have lost more than 800 people, and the accompanying servants have also lost a lot. The population is only two-thirds of the previous one, but there is no loss of much food. No matter how hard it is, people will not starve to death..."

The second elder obviously had a tummy and said calmly, and then let go of Black Claw's heart. Then he frowned and said unhappily: "Then don't you say it earlier?"

With the king, he was like a tiger. Black claw was unhappy. The second elder immediately became entangled, squeezed out a few beads of sweat, and said with a tough bullet: "I think you have high expectations for the three claws, so you have to do what you can't do. Young people should practice more..."

Black Claw lowered his eyebrows again, and before the second elder could exhale the suffocation in his heart, the big fist hit him on the face. Amid the second elder's scream, Black Claw roared irritably: "I am the leader, what else can I not do..."

"The grain has thirty-one forks, forty-nine circles, and eighty-nine points? Is this something like a god horse? Where does it go to the animal? It turns into a tail? Sixty-one big tails and thirty-two small tails. Don't they know how to calculate, just a animal and a tail is drawn on it? This..., what is this? Fangs, swords, spears, buns? There are also small stones, grass roots, this is too abstract, right?"

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. He looked up weakly at the ceiling. A classic saying flashed through his heart: "It's terrible to be uneducated..."

The knowledge I originally knew was a taboo of Black Claws or a taboo of this world, and I can't understand the text of this world at all, just like the archaeologists in the past were amazed by ancient cuneiform characters, and he was sighing in the face of a bunch of abstract oracle bone scripts.

"How many people are there in the tribe? Among them are warriors, pro-slaves, attendants, women, cheons, and children under the age of twelve..."

Gao Feng didn't know the name of the lip hemorrhoid and was too lazy to ask. Once he decided to do something, he would become focused. His questions obviously exceeded the upper limit of understanding for the lip hemorrhoid and other girls, and no one could answer them.

"Forget it, go outside to investigate and tell me..." Gao Feng waved his hand impatiently, recalling the relationship between the population of Tianshuijing and the food storage. He didn't know if he didn't even think about these things.

"What... what is investigation? Is it eaten?" The girl no longer had the coldness and old-fashionedness he pretended to be before, and asked Gao Feng timidly. Her panicked eyes made people look pitiful from the bottom of their hearts.

"You... forget it, can you count?" Gao Feng was used to speechlessness. He forced himself to learn to get used to any possible surprise. I believe that the girl in front of him would not be surprised no longer even if she suddenly grew a beard.

Counting in Gao Feng's mind was a simple thing. At least he knew a little bit, but he didn't expect that when he was training, he would learn to detect the number of enemies. If a boy had known it, he wouldn't know it. If a wild woman who only knew how to make pancakes and breastfeed children, she really didn't know it.
Chapter completed!