Apocalyptic Dark Age

"It must be very cool..." Gao Feng said with certainty, and threw the giant ax in his hand, hitting the place where the bomb had no breach. It was almost certain, but the handle of the ax hit the shell first and bounced out. , amidst the loud noise, Gao Feng looked up at the ax flying over his head.

The ax was still in mid-air. Gao Feng raised his left hand, and a rapidly growing metal thorn appeared. It was like a nose that grew when Piruocao told a shocking lie. He quickly chased after the axe. Like a movie, the sharp thorn appeared. It hit the ax head hard, and with a clanking sound, it bent into a huge arc-shaped semicircle, and the sharpest thorn turned into overlapping meteor hammers as if it had been hit by a big hammer.

"How could this happen?" Gao Feng looked dejectedly at the ax that crashed into a pile of scrap copper and iron. It was obviously split from the outer metal of the body. Why can't it be taken back? This is Gao Feng's biggest question. If he could release and retract, wouldn't he be suitable for both near and far?

"Is it because it's too hard?" Gao Feng looked up at the half-curved metal thorn. The metal thorn quickly dissolved and retracted back to the middle of the metal armor beside him. He looked at the ax handle half stuck in the scrap metal pile. With a shake of his right hand, a metal chain more than ten meters long emerged, flying into the air in a huge circle above his head, and then flew above the ax head, like a collar, tightly wrapped the ax handle, and pulled hard Pull.

In the end, Gao Feng had to admit that once the metal was out of his hands, he would no longer be able to control it, and its weight would become different. Speaking of which, his new method was still not easy to use.

However, Gao Feng has no regrets in his heart. At least his ability to resist blows has been improved, and ordinary weapons will no longer cause harm to him.

The peak of the armor was like a child who got a new toy. He kept playing with various abilities. The remaining half of the shell of the giant bomb was broken into pieces by him with endless energy. In addition, there were a lot of scrap metal. Cut into pieces by the peak.

Meteor hammers, spears, two-handed swords, maces, three-pointed two-edged knives, etc., as long as there are things in Gao Feng's memory, they have all changed, until Taro stood carefully not far from the peak and shouted:

"Is it an adult?"

After Gao Feng was awakened by Taro, he realized something was wrong. He didn't know what to do with this layer of armor on his body. With a thought, liquid metal flowed down from his body quickly, forming a small mountain of silver light on the ground. Waiting for Gao Feng His perception was withdrawn from the metal hill, thus cutting off the connection between him and the metal. He was still the same person as before.

"Ahem, let them all come back, everything will be fine..."

Seeing the mess around him, Gao Feng felt a little embarrassed. He coughed a few words and asked Taro to pull the others back. When Taro turned around to work, Gao Feng began to think about where they found them. This bomb?

This should be a bunker crusher, a giant bomb specially used to demolish underground bunkers. It can affect concrete fortifications dozens of meters deep. In other words, finding this bomb is a miracle in itself. After all, In a few hundred years, who knows what will be underground?

Taro went to greet his slaves to return to the tribe. No one asked Gao Feng. He kept this matter in his heart, leaving the metal pile at his feet, walked to the remaining half of the bomb shell, and blended in again as before.

Gao Feng didn't play any tricks this time. He separated piles of shining silver metal and piled them into piles on the ground. However, the speed was much faster than the smelting speed. It was simply cheating.

The indentured servants who came back first saw these metals behind Gao Feng and were so happy that they only thought that they would have more iron plows to join the farming plan and then their work would be easier. But Gao Feng was thinking, If all smelting relies on him alone, once he is gone, the so-called rise of civilization will be an illusion. Without a foundation, even if the building is thousands of feet high, it will collapse.

"Sir, make them all into plowshares, and we will reclaim all the land..."

Taro danced in surprise and loved the piles of metal around him. He touched this and kissed that. He couldn't sleep with these metal lumps in his arms.

"It doesn't take much. One hundred and twenty plowshares are enough, and the rest need to be made into hoes and shovels..."

Gao Feng frowned and said as he looked at the pile of metal in front of him, but he felt irritated by the barrenness of the wilderness. Having metal was not enough. He needed more supplies and raw materials. Currently, after completing the farming, the biggest task was water.

He will never forget the endless stream of Beilong Canyon. The clear stream was once stained by blood. After the war is over, it will still be an indispensable source of life. If the tribe wants to plant more food in the next step, it must ensure that The supply of water sources involves the next step of the plan.

Unlike Tianshui Well, where there is an endless supply of groundwater to the ground, there are only a few dozen wells in the tribe with bitter taste. It can provide drinking water for the population and livestock on weekdays. If it is taken out for watering, it will be a bit unreliable. , so falling snow is so important in the wilderness, simply because only falling snow can bring water sources for irrigating crops.

If the one hundred and twenty plowshares go well, only five hundred people will be needed to reclaim double the area of ​​land before. If we just rely on the harvest, Gao Feng believes that it will be impossible to grow Elaeagnus angustifolia to feed three thousand people for a year. It was a problem, but he was not satisfied. So what if it could be watered normally?

Elaeagnus elegans itself does not require much management to grow and survive. What will it look like if it is carefully managed?

All of this gave Gao Feng a strong impulse to try his idea personally. If it could really be realized, maybe...

After the emergence of a large number of iron plows, the work of planting and sowing was almost completed in a short time. However, the workload of the slaves did not decrease, but was even busier than before. The smoke from the tribes was curling around. The creaking sounds of sawing wood and the banging sounds in the carpentry workshop below made the quiet tribe sing a lively symphony.

There was no one on the wall, but there were quite a few people coming in and out of the gate. The slaves who came out of their respective residences pushed trolleys and yawned as they walked towards the wilderness outside. After exiting the gate, you could see an endless expanse of cultivated land. In the fields that came out, the pro-slaves used almost every inch of the land that could be used. Except for leaving a road in and out of the gate, no waste land could be seen.

Whether it is fertile or infertile land, it is all cultivated according to Feng Feng's wishes. In the past, it was a waste of manpower and there may not be much harvest, but now because of the appearance of the iron plow, time and effort are saved.

The reclaimed fields are crisscrossed. Before, Gao Feng would never have recognized that this was the Black Claw tribe.

Qinnumen, who walked out of the gate, pushed a cart and held iron tools to the depressions that were most suitable for growing Elaeagnus angustifolia. They got busy under the orders of their respective team leaders. They jumped into the depressions and used shovels to shovel the soil below. and old roots dug up and thrown onto the ground overhead.

The pro-slave above used a rattan basket to throw the soil into the cart. After the cart was full, it made a groaning and squeaking sound and moved towards the mountain of earth piled in the open space beside the wall further away. In the distance, a small hill was hollowed out and transformed into an earthen kiln. Large square bricks mixed with mud, water and livestock urine were sent into the earthen kiln to be calcined.

The shortage of water does not mean that there is no water at all. Fengfeng cannot guarantee the irrigation of all fields. There is no problem in squeezing out some groundwater to make mud bricks. No one knows what Fengfeng is going to do, and they have no reason to interfere with Fengfeng.

Gaofeng is like a child graffiti, smearing the strokes in his mind according to his own ideas. Every depression is a future water cellar. The soil dug from the water cellar can be calcined into adobe bricks. The adobe bricks can be used as a protective layer for the water cellar to prevent If the water source slips away, if there is excess, it can be built into a culvert, and a drinking water channel from the sweet water well can be built underground in the wilderness. If that is the case, maybe he can really build the Black Claw tribe into as big as Green Willow City. City?

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