Apocalyptic Dark Age

Gao Feng and Zhang Zi walked around while talking, and unknowingly arrived at a remote corner outside the camp, where two elite warriors were guarding boredly. When they saw Gao Feng and Zhang Zi, they immediately stood up to greet them.

When Zangzi saw their laziness, he felt a little uncomfortable. He took a step forward, kicked one of them, kicked them to the ground, and cursed loudly:

"Two gerbil cubs, let you watch them carefully here, is this what they are like?"

Still not relieved after the pole's words, he gave each of them a few more kicks. Gao Feng just watched and did not interfere. These people were all direct subordinates of the pole. In order to maintain the majesty of the pole, even if he did not like this method of education, he would not Excuse me, when the two guys stood up from the ground in disgrace, the pole looked towards the peak.

"Let them work in the dung farm for a few days..."

Gao Feng knew that this was the pole's way of asserting his authority and giving him the final power of punishment.

"Hurry up and go..." The two warriors had bitter looks on their faces. The pole roared loudly, causing the two of them to run away with their heads in their hands. The pole spat hard and shouted loudly:

"Next time if I catch you, keep it closed for ten days..."

"Great Elder, isn't it a bit too much? Wasn't it always like this before? I haven't seen anything happen..."

The pole punished two guys who were cheating and slipping, but they didn't understand the rules of the peak. They were decisive when executing them, but they had doubts after they were executed.

"Have you forgotten how I was discovered by the desolate people in the first place? If the desolate people were as lazy as them that day, would I have been discovered by the desolate people?"

Gao Feng dismissed the problem of the pole with one sentence and looked at the things the two men were guarding intently, countless iron materials.

Taro is a capable man and has never stopped hoarding raw materials, whether in the tribe or here. Rod also became obsessed with metals, dreaming of building a set of turtle shells for all elite warriors, pursuing the miracle of minimum casualties, and going out on patrol The scouts also tried their best to send back the iron materials they found.

In the camp, there are tens of thousands of deserters, women, children and former tribesmen living. They all participate in the collection of raw materials. In this cold winter, a large amount of materials are sent back every day.

What Gao Feng saw was only a part. To be precise, it was a part of an unknown metal. As long as it was in complete condition, it was sent here.

The mysterious object mentioned by the pole is a round iron ball in the middle. This iron ball is not surprising. It is about three meters in diameter. It is like a stratified rock with layers of rust on it. The color is no longer bright red, but black. Some dark gray, like rotting coffins.

What makes the pole so mysterious is that it is said to be very similar to the bomb that Gao Feng was nervous about before, so he was prepared to surprise Gao Feng.

Gao Feng walked up to the big iron ball dumbfounded and looked up and down with his hands on his back. The pole rubbed his hands on one side and the monkey asked anxiously?

"How many grenades can this thing produce? If we have grenades, we will kill that gerbil-raised thing..."

Without saying a word, Gao Feng formed a hammer in his right hand and hit the iron ball hard, causing a melodious roar. The sound was a bit dull, but not hollow at all. Gao Feng shook his head and said to the pole:

"Don't count on it. You can't get any out of it, but it can be used as a solid cannonball. Of course, you have to find a cannon that can be put in first..."

Gao Feng was already immune to so-called surprises. It was already a miracle that he could find the bomb last time. Hundreds of years had passed, and apart from diamonds and glass, he couldn't think of anything that could remain intact until now.

"how so?"

The whole person was sluggish. As great as his hopes were, he was as disappointed as he was. He had always been obsessed with the power of grenades. In order to find the bomb again, he forced Taro to identify the thing. Then he happily waited for Gao Feng to give him a surprise.

"So many iron materials, not even one?"

Man Tou ran to a piece of scrap metal again and said to Gao Feng, his eyes full of expectation.

"That thing is the tail of a helicopter. If you can find the front half, and it's an armed helicopter, maybe you can actually get it?"

Gao Feng looked at the almost indistinguishable helicopter tail and shook his head. The wires and rubber exposed through the cracks melted into an indistinguishable unknown object. It is not easy to preserve it now.

"I knew there would be no such thing..."

Zhan Zi sat dejectedly on an old and colorful metal box and murmured. Halfway through, he suddenly laughed, shook his head and said:

"To be honest, it's not worth it for those two brats to work in a dung farm for such a pile of waste. I went to the dung farm once and everything smelled like dung the whole day. I couldn't even eat. That is to say, that guy in Taro is not afraid and is watching all day long.”

Gao Feng also laughed at the joke about the pole. The dung field was a weapon of mass destruction that he unintentionally created. No one within a hundred meters of the dung field would not be confused. Only Taro knew the importance of dung and urged those relatives to do it every day. The slaves mixed the manure with slaked lime and buried it in the ground for fermentation.

For Taro, the biggest waste in the camp is the waste of feces. He strictly prohibits everyone from urinating anywhere, and has a special place for defecation, so that he can collect every poop and urine as fertilizer for next year. Just because Gao Feng told him that with enough fertilizer, the food supply would increase by at least 20%.

It was originally just a joke that was forgotten in the blink of an eye, but Gao Feng's eyes became serious. He saw at a glance a metal box with most of its surface rusted under the butt of the pole. He did not recognize what this box was, but there was metal under the dirt such as sand and dust. The surface layer actually has a unique bright red color, which indicates that the corrosion time has not been long. At least it shows that the material of the box is quite corrosion-resistant, at least several times that of other metals.

"What is this? Is it a bomb?"

Zhanzi squatted on Gao Feng and whispered, fearing that if he spoke louder, Gao Feng would shake his head.

"I don't know..., give me your knife..."

Gao Feng also whispered, asking for the machete of death on the pole. After taking it, he carefully scraped off the dirt on the surface. After the metal box that was fifty centimeters high, fifty centimeters wide, and one hundred centimeters long was cleaned, Gao Feng was a little confused. , he felt that this box was somewhat familiar.

"Could it be the ammunition box?" Gao Feng said unconsciously, making Zhan Zi look at him doubtfully, but did not disturb him.

The blade of the Death Scimitar slowly cut through the cracks in the iron box, digging out the layers of welded rust from the cracks, and then cut along the cracks in the box like a hidden lock. The sharp blade rotated along the box in a full circle, When the blade no longer felt sluggish, Gao Feng put down the machete and opened the box in front of the pole.

The moment he opened it, the pole held his breath. What he hoped most was that a bomb would pop out from inside. If Gao Feng knew his thoughts, he would definitely kill the pole as far as he could.

Gao Feng had no hope of doing anything. Just like the pistol he got that day, it almost killed him because the bullets expired.