Doomsday Dark Age

"It must be very cool..." Gao Feng said affirmatively, and threw the huge ax in his hand, hitting the place where the bomb did not break, but the handle of the ax hit the shell first, and bounced off , Amidst the loud bang, Gao Feng looked up at the ax flying past his head.

The ax was still in mid-air, Gao Gao raised his left hand, and a fast and long metal thorn appeared, just like Cao Cao's long nose, chasing the ax quickly, like a flash movie, the sharp thorn It hit the ax fiercely, and with a crisp ding sound, it bent into a huge curved semicircle, and the sharpest thorn head, like being hammered by a big hammer, turned into overlapping meteor hammers.

"How did this happen?" Gao Feng looked depressedly 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 can release and receive, wouldn't he be suitable for both near and far?

"Is it too hard?" Gao Feng looked up at the half-bent metal thorn, the metal thorn quickly dissolved, and retracted to the middle of the metal armor beside him, looking at the ax handle half stuck in the pile of scrap iron, With a flick of his right hand, a ten-meter-long metal chain came out, swishing into the air, spinning a huge circle above his head, and then flew over the axe, like a loop, tightly caught the handle of the axe, and pulled it violently. pull.

In the end, Gao Feng had to admit that once he left his hands, the metal would no longer be under his control, and the weight would be different. Speaking of which, his new method was still not handy.

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

The peak of the whole body armor is like a child who got a new toy, tossing all kinds of abilities, the remaining half of the shell casing of the giant bomb was tossed to pieces with his infinite energy, besides, there are a lot of waste The iron was chopped into pieces by the peak.

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

"Is it an adult?"

After Gao Feng was awakened by Tu Luo, he realized that something was wrong. He didn't know how to deal with the armor on his body. With a thought, liquid metal flowed from his body quickly, and a small silver mountain peak was piled up on the ground. Withdrawing his senses from the metal hill cut him off from the metal, and he was still the same.

"Ahem, let them all come back, it's all right..."

Gao Feng felt a little embarrassed when he saw the mess around him. He coughed a few words in a disguised manner, and asked Tulo to pull the others back. When Tulo turned around to work, Gao Feng began to think about where they found them. this bomb?

This should be a bunker smasher, a huge bomb specially used to dismantle underground bunkers. It can affect concrete fortifications underground at a depth of tens of meters. That is to say, it is a miracle in itself to find this bomb. After all, After hundreds of years, who knows what's going on underground?

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

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

The Qinu who came back first saw the metal behind Gao Feng, scratching their heads with joy, thinking that they would have more iron plows to join the farming plan, and their work would be easier by then, but Gao Feng was thinking, If all the smelting depends 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 tall, it will collapse and collapse.

"My lord, make them all plowshares, and we will plow all the land..."

Tullo danced in surprise, and loved the pile of metal piles beside him. He touched this, kissed that, and couldn't sleep holding these iron bumps.

"It doesn't take much, it's enough to make 120 plowshares, and the rest need to be made into hoes and shovels..."

Looking at the pile of metal in front of him, Gao Feng frowned and said, but he felt irritated by the barrenness of the wilderness. Metal is not enough. He needs more supplies and raw materials. At present, after finishing farming, the biggest task is water.

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

Unlike sweet water wells, there is an endless supply of groundwater to the ground. There are only dozens of wells with bitter taste in the tribe. It is guaranteed to provide drinking water for the population and livestock on weekdays. If it is pumped out for watering, it is somewhat unreliable. Yes, falling snow is so important in the wilderness, because only falling snow can bring water for crops.

If the 120 plowshares go well, only 500 people will be needed to reclaim twice as much land as before. If you just rely on the sky to harvest, Gao Feng believes that it will be no problem to grow sandy dates that can feed 3000 people for a year, but he Not satisfied, what if it can be watered normally?

Elderberry itself does not need much management to grow and survive. If it is carefully managed, what will it be like?

All this made Gao Feng feel a strong impulse to try it himself, try his idea, if it can be realized, maybe...

The work of planting and sowing was almost completed in a short time after the appearance of a large number of iron plows, but the workload of the relatives and slaves has not decreased, but has become busier than before. The creaking sound of sawing wood in the wood workshop below, as well as the sound of knocking, make the quiet tribe sing a lively symphony.

There is no one on the fence, but there are quite a few people coming in and out of the gate. The relatives and slaves who came out of their respective residences pushed the carts and yawned and walked to the wilderness outside. The relatives and slaves used almost every inch of the land that came out, except for leaving a road for entering and exiting the gate, and there was no longer any deserted land.

Regardless of whether it is fertile or not fertile land, it is reclaimed according to the meaning of the peak. In the past, manpower was wasted and there may not be much harvest. Now, because of the appearance of the iron plow, time and effort are saved.

The reclaimed fields were criss-crossed, and Gao Feng would never have recognized that this was the Black Claw tribe.

The Qinnumen who came out of the gate pushed a small cart and carried iron tools to the edge of the depression that used to be the most suitable for planting sand dates. They got busy under the yelling of their respective team leaders. They jumped into the depression and scraped the soil below with a shovel. And the old roots are dug up and thrown on the ground above the head.

The relatives above used rattan baskets to throw the soil into the small trolley. After the small trolley was full, it groaned and creaked, and went to the dirt hills piled up in the open space beside the wall farther away. In the distance, a small hill was hollowed out and transformed into an earthen kiln, and large square bricks mixed with muddy water and livestock urine were sent into the earthen kiln to be fired.

A shortage of water does not mean that there is no water at all. Gaofeng cannot guarantee the irrigation of all the fields. There is no problem in squeezing out a little groundwater to burn mud bricks. No one knows what Gaofeng is doing, and they have no reason to interfere with Gaofeng.

Gao Feng is like a graffiti child, who freely paints the strokes in his heart according to his own ideas. Every depression is a future water cellar. The soil dug from the water cellar can be calcined into earth bricks, and the earth bricks can be used as a protective layer of the water cellar to prevent The water source has slipped away, and if there is any excess, it can be built into an underground canal, and a drinking water channel from the sweet water well will be built underground in the wilderness. If that is the case, maybe he can really build the Black Claw tribe into the city of Green Willow. City?