As a new team, Lu Ping An's team has always been full of action.
The gates of all sides of the City of Silver opened, and a large number of "beast carts" spread out in all directions. They will become the tentacles and sentinels of Lu Ping An's forces.
Lu Ping An has actually developed war vehicles in this world, but these beast-drawn vehicles are more "traditional" and cheaper. The budget of temporary teams that are self-financing is still quite limited.
In one of the cars, there was a group with a brave man as its core.
Entering the wilderness and smelling the familiar wind, the brave Tu Qishan was a little confused.
The days she stayed on the "Ark of Salvation" were not long. She worked overtime every day for less than two months, which was not easy. But every day, she felt the baptism of three views and common sense of life, and sometimes she would lament that she
It's like heaven, but sometimes I feel inexplicably inferior. Who was my past self?
A good tool, a good sword for eradicating instability.
She subconsciously recalled whether any of the unstable factors she had "eradicated" in the past included intellectuals or protesters.
Sometimes, she wanted to go back to the past, to the carefree country days. Perhaps spending that short and pure life as a village girl would be a good thing for the whole world.
"Your Majesty the Brave, we have arrived at our destination."
The sudden traffic brought her back to her senses.
She looked out the window and saw a "city" outside besides the still nothing wasteland.
“This deserves to be called a city.”
The mud walls piled up to about two meters are city walls. The low stone houses have no wooden doors or glass windows. Not to mention the stone floors and roads in the city, even the gravel and mud have not been cleared.
The specially made "carriage" walks on this road, which is no different from the outside. There are no shops or pedestrians on both sides of the road. The few shops only have necessities such as food and clothing.
"These shops also have the badges of local lords"
At this moment, the female warrior thought of the so-called class and exploitation for the first time, and when she thought of animal husbandry, she recalled that in the past, those wealthy people had more or less some relationship with the upper class, and her villagers seemed to have been stupidly using their big guns.
Half a year's worth of agricultural products are exchanged for expensive cloth, processed food and tools.
It seems that in my past memory, farmers should be inferior to others, and while paying taxes, they should be trapped on that land for the rest of their lives.
"It's not even the feudal era. Even small handicrafts are monopolized. As the teacher on Earth said, it's more like the tribal chiefs and slaves of primitive tribes."
At this moment, while walking in the "big city" she remembered from the past, Tu Qishan felt uncomfortable all over.
Different from the information I saw in the courtyard, there are no store names or street signs here. The simple portraits are the only guide, and in the past I foolishly thought that this should be the case.
She remembered that when a "cultist" was encircled and suppressed, the opponent was not only weak and pitiful, but also found a lot of paper with strange characters. She thought it was some evil ritual at first.
"Well."
Severe pain hit her, and the female warrior, who held her stomach, was eroded by a strong sense of vomiting and guilt.
She thought of those unblinking eyes and the last words the "cultist" wrote on the ground.
"What's that word?"
A little confused, a little confused, she inexplicably wanted to know what was written on those pieces of paper.
Is it the mystery of knowledge, the memory of nature, or the hatred of the lord.
"Perhaps, I can collect it and reorganize it. This is the heritage of our civilization."
Compared with others, Tu Qishan of the Three Generations of Heroes is simple and powerful, and is the most trusted among them.
In fact, because her talent is quite good, the local royal family hopes to incorporate her into the blood of their own ethnic group, which is to give her more opportunities to perform confidential tasks, and she has always behaved "purely" enough.
There was more than one similar killing. She recalled several other hunts with similar pieces of paper and characters.
"Could it be that this world already has words, but they are just transmitted in private?"
This is very important. With written words and records, there may be history and inheritance.
An inexplicable impulse and sense of mission came to her. Perhaps, she could find out the inheritance of the text before the end of the world, or at least find those "scholars" who had lurked.
"Wait"
She suddenly asked to stop the car. She saw the signboard depicting an oil lamp outside an oil lamp shop, which looked familiar.
That seems a bit like a symbol, like the last bloody words written by the old scholar.
"The character in Dawn Light Shop refers to dawn?"
"Will the sky finally light up in this world?"
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"You don't control their actions at all? And you don't care about their possible results?"
For those brave men and warriors, Lu Ping An really has no management.
He only provided various intelligence resources, some cheap weapons and equipment, and various knowledge and technical support.
But he still didn't give specific instructions. As the boss behind the scenes, he seemed too Buddhist.
"Who said that? I care about it very much. Of course, investment must yield profits, otherwise wouldn't it be a loss?"
It's one thing to say it, but judging from his expression, Lu Ping'an doesn't really care.
"Can their actions alone bring benefits?"
"Oh, this is more in line with my theory. I look forward to what they can achieve with my investment."
Loss? Improbable. Even if they really die, Lu Ping An will be able to recover the cost.
And as long as one of them really gets "results", even if all other investments lose money, Lu Ping An still thinks it's a good deal.
"Now is the end of the world, a time of reckoning for the entanglement of cause and effect. Those brave men often have blood on their bodies and with my blessing, what will happen to them as the protagonists of this world is really worth looking forward to."
Is it a new spell? The unique rules of the original body? The lost civilization and treasures of this world?
Today's twisted generation should not be the original civilization of this world. After all, no one would take the initiative to cut themselves. They should have been destroyed, suffered losses, and took the initiative to adjust to this state.
Maybe, we can really dig out something.
In a sense, Lu Ping'an is now a qualified mastermind.
He can really put a long line to catch big fish, put out those baits, and even if he loses everything, he will fully bear the loss.
And the brave men entangled by their fate really gained nothing? Lu Ping'an didn't think this would happen.
"Give them more support and let the airship troops take action to increase their mobility. Time is too precious now."
When the world collapsed, the chaotic water had been boiled, and things that had sunk to the bottom of the water would naturally surface.