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"Also, Second Elder said that since you can't finish today's arrangements, you can't go out. Our arrangements will be made for the food..." Chu Feng stared at the girl in a daze. Before he could see clearly, he saw the mole at the corner of his mouth flutter up and down, occasionally flashing past his yellow teeth, which were unwashed by the toothbrush and toothpaste.

"Scram, scram for me. I don't need anyone to tell me what I want to do. Get out of here …"

These young girls were the support of the cage, firmly restricting him. If that was the case, then he would rather have that persimmon face who had nothing better to offer other than electricity to take care of himself.

Staring blankly at the only ray of light that could be seen through the air vent in the dark space, he reflected on himself in his mind. In his mind, he couldn't help but flash through the scene from before, that battlefield filled with gunfire, that deadly stray bullet, those comrades-in-arms that were constantly falling, those who were hit in the face of the charge, those who were dodging the explosion of the cannons, those who were heavily wounded left on the battlefield to cover his retreat, those who were killed in battle, those who were destroyed due to jealousy and fear, those who were executed by him personally.

The scenes of the massacre flowed in contrast to the scenes he had experienced in this world, slowly digging out the differences. A30178 was the name he had received in his previous life, Fei'er had given him the peak name, and Three Claws was his current name.

Suddenly, Chu Feng began to understand why killing was still repulsive even after obtaining the memories of the battlefield. He wasn't rejecting killing itself, but the reason why killing was repulsive.

In his previous life, the battlefield was ten times more brutal than the battlefield it was on right now. After one battle, the dead had turned into mountains and seas, the casualties among the civilians were a hundred times more than the soldiers, and the piles of corpses on top of mountains stung his eyes, his heart, and because Fei'er was also a commoner, he did not fight to vent his anger, but to protect Fei'er and the civilians …

"What is there to guard here?" He had always treated himself as a passerby and a passerby, but he didn't know what kind of reason he could use to convince himself to pick up his saber and challenge all the powerful and unknown enemies.

Just like what Black Claw said, the Protector was just the Kyara Faction. Kyara Faction was at the bottom level of power, and they had the ability to show off their skills on top of that, like the 'army of regret', 'mountains of destruction', and 'clouds of destruction', as for the Shifting Star and the Apocalypse, they were no longer accessible to human beings, even to weapons from their previous lives.

In this situation, the fear of the peak, like a woman's aunt, would appear every once in a while, forcing him to worry about the future.

Once he put his heart into it, he would be absolutely focused. It was precisely this kind of focus that allowed him to be like a fish in water, always able to find a way out under the circumstances of certain death. However, it was impossible for him to be trapped and killed for the rest of his life.

Waves after waves of jumbled thoughts gushed towards him like a tide. The light from the narrow air vent became dim, the torches were lit in the dark, and were even brighter than the day. The girls were still standing in the surroundings with a solemn expression, but the number of them had been reduced by half, and it was unknown if they were going to rest or wait for their turn.

Feng Feiyun looked at the food before him in a daze, holding his chin in contemplation. There was a thousand-year-old biscuit, a bowl of soup made from some unknown plant, and a plate of roasted meat. This simple and crude food from his past life was extremely luxurious in the Western Wilderness, but Feng Feiyun didn't have the appetite to eat it.

After losing consciousness, his wounds were cleaned and most of his belongings were gone. The handgun with the empty magazine, the serrated sabre covered in blood and the scimitar with the death god's scimitar that could cut grass.

He waited until the food became cold before waking up. It seemed like he still had some tasks to complete, and the Second Elder had given him some tasks to arrange. He couldn't leave the room until he finished them all.

"Who knows what the Second Elder has arranged for me?" Tsui Tsui raised his spirits and asked the surrounding wooden stakes.

He then picked up the beast skin that Feng Zhiling couldn't understand and said: "Second Elder wants you to combine the total amount of food in the tribe with the consumption of the population, and to reconfirm the rations for everyone. We must support the harvest until next year. This is what the First Elder left behind..."

"This is a godly horse?" Staring at the beast skin in the girl's hands, Chu Feng was flabbergasted. Was this really the most primitive kind of bill?

"What if …" What if the Three Claws can't calculate it? " Black Claw's question came from a remote room.

"If he can't figure it out, then so be it. He's the successor of the tribe, so he just needs to know a few things …" Perhaps he did not need to calculate these things himself. The Second Elder's tone was relaxed and natural, with a hint of schadenfreude in it.

"But what if he miscalculated?" Black Claw was still a bit worried. This was a great way to ensure the survival of the tribe.

"More than 500 tribe warriors have been killed, 800 servants have been killed, and the attendants have also lost a lot. The population is only two-thirds of the original population, but the food has not been lost too much. No one will starve to death …"

The second elder was obviously prepared as he calmly said, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Black Claw was unhappy, but the Second Elder was immediately at a loss. He forced out a few beads of sweat and said, "I can see that you have high expectations for the Three Claws, so you have to do what you can't. Young people need to gain more experience..."

Black Claw lowered his eyebrows again. Without waiting for the second elder to let out his anger, he punched him in the face. As the second elder cried out, Black Claw angrily roared: "I am the leader, what else can I not do …"

"There are a total of thirty-one forks, forty-nine circles, and eighty-nine points? What in the world was this? Where did the horses go and become tails? Sixty-one big tails and thirty-two small tails. Didn't they know how to count, just one animal and one tail? This … What is this? Fanged Blade, Lance and Steamed Bun? And pebbles, grass roots, that's abstract, isn't it? "

He could not understand what was on the beast skin at all. He was about to go crazy when he suddenly threw the beast skin on the ground. He weakly raised his head to look at the ceiling. A classic phrase flashed in his mind: "No culture is really scary …"

The knowledge he originally knew was either the taboo of Black Claw or this world, but he could not understand the language of this world at all. It was just like how the archaeologists in his previous life exclaimed after seeing the ancient cuneiform text.

"How many people are there in the tribe?" "The number of brave warriors, servants, women, chenu, and children under the age of twelve..."

He didn't know the name of the labial hemorrhoids, nor did he bother to ask. Once he decided to do something, he would become more focused. His questions about labial hemorrhoids and other young girls clearly exceeded the limit of his understanding, and no one could answer them.

"Never mind, you go out and investigate for a bit before coming back to tell me …" Feng Feiyun impatiently waved his hand and recalled the relationship between the entrance of the sweet well and the storage of food. He really hadn't thought about these things, let alone the fact that he didn't know.

What … What is an investigation? Is there anything to eat? " The young girl was no longer as cold and old-fashioned as before. She timidly asked Feng Feiyun about it, and her flustered eyes made people feel pity for her.

"You …" "Forget it, do you know how to count?" Chu Feng was already used to being speechless. He forced himself to learn how to be accustomed to any kind of surprise. He believed that the girl in front of him would not be surprised even if she suddenly grew a beard.

At the very least, he knew a little about teeth slits, but he did not expect that when the attendants were training, there would be a study in identifying the number of enemies. If it was a boy, he would know, but a woman in the wilderness who only knew how to make pancakes or nurse a child, he had no idea.

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