CIATB Chapter 1900 The Hero's Harvest
Chapter 1900 The Hero's Harvest
Chapter 1900 The Hero's Harvest
As a new team, Lu Ping'an has always been very motivated.
The gates of the Silver City were opened, and a large number of "beast carts" spread out in all directions. They would become the tentacles and sentinels of Lu Ping'an's forces.
Lu Ping'an has actually developed war vehicles for this world, but these beast-drawn carts are more "traditional" and cheaper. The budgets of those temporary teams that are responsible for their own profits and losses are still quite limited.
In one of the cars, there was a group consisting of brave men at the core.
Entering the wilderness and smelling the familiar wind, the brave Rabbit Qishan felt a little confused.
The days on the "Ark of Savior" were not long. In just less than two months, she had to work overtime every day. It was not easy, but every day, she felt the baptism of her world view and common sense. Sometimes she would sigh that she was in heaven, and sometimes she felt inexplicably inferior. Who was she in the past?
A good tool, a good sword to root out instability.
She subconsciously recalled whether those intellectuals or protesters were among the unstable factors she had "eradicated" in the past.
Sometimes, she wanted to go back to the past, back to the carefree countryside days. Perhaps living a short and pure life as a country girl would be a good thing for the whole world.
"Sir Brave, we have arrived at our destination."
The sudden sound of a vehicle brought her back to her senses.
She looked out the window, and outside, apart from the barren land that was still empty, a "city" appeared.
“This is not worthy of being called a city.”
The mud walls that were about two meters high were the city walls. The low stone houses had no wooden doors or glass windows. Not to mention the stone ground and roads in the city, even the rubble and mud were not cleaned up.
The specially made "carriage" driving on this road was essentially no different from the outside. There were no shops or pedestrians on either side of the road, and the few shops only sold necessities such as food and clothing.
"These shops all have the emblems of the local lords hanging on them."
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 the wealthy people in the past had more or less some relationship with the superiors, and her own villagers seemed to have been foolishly using most of the agricultural products for more than half a year in exchange for expensive cloth, processed food and tools.
It seemed that in his past memories, farmers were supposed to be inferior to others, paying taxes while being trapped on the land for their entire lives.
"It's not even the feudal era. Even small handicrafts are monopolized. Just like what the teacher on Earth said, it's more like the tribal chiefs and slaves of primitive tribes."
At this moment, walking in the "big city" in her past memories, Tu Qishan felt unwell all over.
Unlike the information I saw in the courtyard, there are no store names or road signs here, and the simple portraits are the only guide, and I foolishly thought it should be so.
She remembered that during a campaign against the "cultists", they were not only very weak, but also found a lot of paper with strange characters on it. She thought it was some evil ritual.
"Uh."
The intense pain came over her, and the female hero covered her stomach, overwhelmed by the strong urge to vomit and guilt.
She remembered the eyes that were still open when she died, and the last words the "cultist" wrote on the ground.
"Is that a. What word?"
Feeling somewhat bewildered and puzzled, 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 for the lord.
"Perhaps I can collect and reassemble them. This is the legacy of our civilization."
Compared with others, Tu Qishan from the third generation of heroes is simple and powerful, and is the most trusted one.
In fact, due to her great talent, the local royal family even hoped to incorporate her into their own ethnic bloodline. As a result, she was given more opportunities to perform confidential missions, and she always behaved "purely" enough.
There was more than one similar killing. She remembered that there were several other hunts with similar pieces of paper and characters.
"Could it be that this world already has writing, but it is only passed on privately?"
This is very important. With writing and records, there may be history and heritage.
An inexplicable impulse and sense of mission surged in her heart. Perhaps, before the end of the world, she could find the inheritance of the text, or at least find those "scholars" who were lurking.
"Wait."
She suddenly asked to stop the car. She saw a sign outside an oil lamp shop with a picture of an oil lamp that looked familiar.
That seemed a bit like a symbol, like the last word written in blood by the old scholar.
"Dawn Light Shop. Does that character refer to dawn?"
"Will the sky of this world finally dawn?"
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"You don't control their actions at all? You don't care about their possible results?"
For those brave men and warriors, Lu Ping'an really has no control.
He simply provided various intelligence resources, some cheap weapons and equipment, and various knowledge and technical support.
But he still did not give any specific instructions. As the boss behind the scenes, he seemed too indifferent.
"Who said that? I care a lot. Of course there must be returns on investment, otherwise it will be a loss."
It’s one thing to say, but judging from his expression, Lu Ping’an doesn’t really care.
“Can their actions alone bring benefits?”
"Oh, this actually fits my logic better. I'm looking forward to what they can achieve with my investment."
Loss? Not likely. Even if they really died, Lu Ping'an would be able to recover the cost.
As long as one of them really gets the "results", Lu Ping'an will feel it is worthwhile even if all other investments are losses.
"Now is the end of the world, the time to settle the cause and effect. Those heroes often carry blood and my blessing. What will happen to the protagonist of this world is really worth looking forward to."
Is it a new spell? The unique rules of the entity? The lost civilization and treasure of this world?
Today's distorted generation should not be the original civilization of this world. After all, no one would take the initiative to cut themselves. They must have been destroyed and suffered losses, and took the initiative to adjust to this state.
Who knows, we might actually dig something out.
In a sense, Lu Ping'an can now be considered a qualified mastermind.
He really can play the long game and hook the big fish, putting out those baits and even if he loses them all, he will fully bear the loss.
And will the brave men entangled by fate really gain nothing? Lu Ping'an doesn't think this will happen.
"Give them some more support. Get the airship troops moving and increase their mobility. Time is too precious right now."
When the world was destroyed, the chaotic water had been boiled, and the things that were originally sunk to the bottom of the water would naturally float up.
(End of this chapter)