Chapter 291： The standard of civilization-a kiss for the new master! (1/2)
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The reason why he is called a savage is based on Mingguang himself as the criterion.
Mingguang has its own social system, with order and rules, as well as the inheritance of spirit, will and culture. It is unceremonious to say that after the cataclysm, Mingguang has been able to be called a civilization.
This is the pride of Mingguang. In the eyes of Mingguang people, the human beings outside of this city can only be called savages. Perhaps, savages still live a life of drinking blood.
Legends about savages are everywhere in the base city, and it's no secret.
Under the overwhelming chaos in the early days of the Cataclysm, it is hard to say how many survivors were able to gather in Mingguang Base City by luck-then where did the remaining people go and how did they survive?
But the legend is a legend because it has never been proven.
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Two armored vehicles with a total of twenty-five people are the only survivors so far.
Bai Qiongshou picked up the crude darts one by one from the ground, fiddled with the feathers on them, put them next to his nose, sniffed, and immediately took them away.
”This dart is poisonous.”
Liu Zhuzi gave a hum, and carefully observed along the two tracks.
”Go over there and have a look.”
Not everyone is good at spotting clues, and the remaining people stay on guard by the two cars.
Well, there is actually nothing to be wary of. After the fog has cleared, the flat wilderness can look straight to the horizon from this end, and the shallow grass makes it impossible for any creatures higher than the feet to hide in it.
A middle-aged man in Liu Zhuzi’s team didn’t look good, and finally couldn’t help but speak.
”It is wise to return to the base city immediately and inform the garrison...”
Many people in the team nodded their heads in agreement, and some had already yelled.
”It's a hell, thousands of people, and cars, just disappeared like this?”
”Why don't you look at it? You can go quickly, and the enemy will kill a carbine in a while, buddies have to explain it here.”
The swallow showed a mocking expression,
”Three thousand kilometers of wilderness, how many people will the base city send to rescue these missing hunters, three hundred or five hundred?”
Shan Ye took a sip of wine and said, ”Send someone? For this kind of mission across the wilderness, the base city is afraid that the task force has long been prepared for annihilation.”
The middle-aged man sneered,
”The large army of thousands of hunters disappeared silently. It is clear that the opponent's strength and number are far better than ours. If we don't leave quickly, don't we have to send it to the door? Are they stuffed between their teeth?”
”Yes, if thousands of people say nothing, they will be gone. What good is it for us to go there?”
”It's better to report back to the base city as soon as possible, maybe there will be time to send a garrison to rescue...”
The wine bottle in Huang Dashan's hand slammed into the middle-aged man's face with no effort, just just enough to smash it. To the evolutionary, it was like a tickling.
Huang Dashan shook his legs,
”Yelling at a woman, you guys, feel glorious?”
The middle-aged man with a frothy face was mad, ”You!”
”Swipe it!”
The taciturn Li Heigou and Shen Feng got out of the car, stood in front of Yanzi, and looked up at each other's group of people.
The old **** Huang Dashan was sitting on the front of the pangolin, squinting at a group of people, not treating them as a dish at all.