Tobacco can only be grown where food is plentiful, and then dried and rolled up in a crude way for smoking. Tin foil is also a scarce commodity. Search: \(¨¨¨¨¨) Watch fine literature for free Before all kinds of handicraft workshops recover from the dust of history, daily necessities are very precious, so some are discarded on the edge of the box or ready to be antique pipes It was dug out and used again.
It's just tobacco. Alcohol is banned in orderly places, because wine making consumes a lot of food, which is not something that should be enjoyed in difficult times. Of course, wine before the end of the world has now become an extremely expensive luxury, even the most unbalanced liquor. More expensive than a chest of gold. No one wants these things now, but An Li asked Li Shao to collect a lot and hide them in a cave on an island.
Money made of paper, or bonds, will be waste paper forever, but gold and silver will become the most basic currency after the social stability and productivity recover. Corrosion is not easy to damage it! When the chaos of barter is over-these wealth are the roots of life
Riding a big boat with more than a dozen brave people on board, Li Shao felt that a beautiful and arrogant life was about to begin from now on. Contrary to him, on the Vanuatu Islands in the southern hemisphere, it was already noon, and Char, who was drunk, was still snoring.
Since discovering that alcohol can paralyze the nerves and get rid of the recurring nightmare every night, Charl has been drunk as long as night.
But wine is a rare thing. When slaughtering and plundering, someone always wants to keep it privately. Charles ordered his subordinate officers to contribute his collection. This has already made people in the entire army very dissatisfied and began to become restless. When they came, they mutinied and killed the high-ranking military officials who were squatting in the combat command room and fortifications. If it wasn't for Char's ability to be the highest and obviously very useful and indispensable, the following group of people would have been unable to hold back long ago.
Once he lost his prestige and deterrence, anyone who stared at the snoring Charles would feel that he was a waste.
A dragging piece of trash!
"The original plan was obviously good. I don't know what he heard from that dirty oriental woman. In the end, all the people in the boat were buried in the sea..."
No matter how strong the supernatural being is, it is scary even when he is awake. Like Charle, who is sleeping like a drunk, anyone can cut his throat with a knife.
"What do we still hear about this guy?"
"That's right! Going west, across the Coral Sea is Australia!"
There was a lot of quarrel among the people who disagreed, because of the difference in strength, several supernatural beings couldn't come up with the crucial answer of who can give orders instead of Char. And they were reluctant to cut off Char like this. Without a strong wind ability, it would be very difficult to sail on the sea.
When they were arguing and restless, someone heard the door being knocked on outside, and immediately opened the door angrily and roared:
"What's wrong?"
"No... not good, there are many ships..."
Impatiently, the officer raised a binoculars and saw a large variety of sails on the sea, all of which were small broken ships that could barely sail, and cursed angrily:
"It's another dirty monkey who fled, and directly brought people to kill—"
His voice stopped abruptly, and it was obvious that there were tall men on the bow, holding harpoons, and wooden sticks with kitchen knives or other sharp objects tightly wrapped around them. There are also sharp knives shining in the middle of the fishing nets, and some people with strange oil paints on their faces are holding wooden bows in their hands.
That is the most difficult to deal with, the island natives who have not been fully civilized before the end of the world.
"Shit! Are these stupid dogs crazy?"
All the people who had been arguing so much came out, took the binoculars one by one, and their faces turned livid.
"Get on board! All on board!! Keep them off the island, damn it!"
The army may be proficient in landing operations, but that is training supported by air power, and they know how to cooperate with them better than these people gathered in a mess, but the premise is that they cannot meet the aborigines who have lived on the island for generations. There is no doubt that the advantage of fighting at sea is greater, and you will be attacked in the densely vegetated woods.
The initially chaotic team quickly consolidated.
"Idiot, don't bring anything on board except food and fresh water, and you don't need to bring much! You are going to fight, not flee!" A supernatural person with military ranks eyes were red with excitement, staring at the ships on the sea, "Kill Just them!"
"Yes, but Major Charles!"
"Get him aboard and tie him to the mast!"
"what?"
"Who has time to take care of that trash now!"
A deep whining sound sounded, and those who painted their faces pulled out a strange cylindrical thing that looked like a horn, and blew it with their heads up. Following this sound, many of them belonged to tribes, or even before the end of the world, they were mediocre citizens of the city. Whether they were old people or women, even children in their teens took up crude weapons—there may be sea monsters in the sea, and they must go ashore as soon as possible , Go to a rich and safe island as soon as possible, kill those butchers, and compete for the only place to survive.
Somebody started to howl loudly, and suddenly there was a cry of unknown meaning on the sea, which made everyone's blood boil, and they stared angrily or greedily at the island not far away, watching a few strong and strong ships slowly passing by the bay. move out.
"Kill, kill!" Paul held his fingers tightly, marks appeared on his palms, and his eyes were red.
He didn't realize that his state was a little weird.
The anchor was thrown out with the rope and nailed to the American ship.
Stones were constantly thrown down from the big ship, and many people screamed and fell into the sea. The bright red and pale white blended on the sampan, and it was a scene of tragedy. But this time, no one was afraid of the massacre. Instead, they swarmed and rowed closer Go under the hull of the big ship, and then climb up along the rope. Throw rocks down, and they throw kitchen knives up.
In the chaos, many people fell into the sea.
No one noticed that an old man, with the support of several young people, dived into the sea with the overturned boat, took a breath, and grabbed a purple-red seaweed growing on the edge of the offshore coral reef with his hand.
In an instant, the seaweed swelled and grew at a speed visible to the naked eye, and it emerged from the sea in five minutes, as if it had turned into a hideous monster. The mucus secreted by the seaweed also increased rapidly, firmly trapping the two The large ship also caused many people who fell into the sea to grab the rhizomes of seaweed and float on the sea surface without dying.
This shocking scene beyond common sense made everyone scream.
Char, who was as drunk as ooze, opened his eyes vaguely.
what happened
He moved, and suddenly found that he was firmly tied to the mast, and immediately roared, the wind blade turned into a knife, and quickly split the rope, but everyone on the boat was busy throwing stones or other things to try to climb The assailant who boarded the boat ignored him at all.
The low voice of the horn seemed to accompany it, hidden in the roaring and miserable howling, so low that it was inaudible.
Char shook his heavy head, staring around suspiciously.
The people who attacked the ships were dressed in rags, some had oil paint on their faces, some looked like the most cowardly cowards, and some turned out to be unkempt women. They tore off their clothes and wrapped them in their hands. In the palm of his hand, he tried his best to help pull the rope, so that the anchor was nailed even tighter, and more people tried to climb onto the big ship with red eyes.
The soldiers on the boat also seemed to be fighting hard, blocking the side of the boat one by one and throwing stones down.
"Stupid, they're crazy! Don't fight them, cut the rope!"
Char quickly cut the rope with the wind blade, and a series of people fell into the sea like dumplings.
But something even more terrifying happened. At some point, the bottom and sides of the ship were already covered with purple-red seaweed, like a kind of weird wall-climbing tiger, which continued to spread upwards.
"Pick it apart, cut it off!" Charr desperately tore it back and forth with the wind blade, but he didn't dare to use force.
There were already deep white marks on the hull.
He looked up, only to find that many people were looking at bloodthirsty madness, and no one ignored his orders at all, and the frustrated attackers did not retreat, and continued to climb up by grabbing the seaweed.
This is obviously something that normal people can't do. Except for those thin and flexible indigenous people, the others climbed a few steps, slipped down again, and persisted in getting up again. Those crazy faces clearly showed that they were already in a frenzy of losing their minds.
Charl was wide awake now.
He only saw those religious suicides a few years ago in the Middle East war, and they looked like this!
"Damn it, let's sail! Hoist the sails!"
Char shouted at the top of his lungs, because the ship was attacked as soon as it sailed out of the bay, and there was no time to fully pull up the sails, and no one listened to Char's words. The attackers under the boat yelled and laughed wantonly as they watched the blood fly.
In the chaos, Char supported his head paralyzed by alcohol, and found out in horror that he seemed to be an outsider. No one paid attention to him, and no one heard his voice. The wind blade swung out, and the cut was extremely neat, but the attention of the soldiers under him was all on the boat.
An aborigine with a knife in his mouth climbed up. He rolled into a ball with a soldier. He used all his fighting skills. The knife cut deep wounds on the two of them. He didn't stop and started to bite with his teeth.
crazy! Everyone is crazy! !
Char staggered to the side of the boat, trying to grab a man and shake him desperately, but he froze suddenly.
On the sea far away from the bloody battlefield, under the dazzling sunlight, there was a figure—this ship was relatively large and strong, and Charles could clearly identify that figure, with his upper body floating on the sea. The long silver hair was wetly draped over the bare/white shoulders, and when he turned his head slightly, he could see two reflections in the hair, which were ear fins stretched vertically.
That mermaid!
Killed Nalin's mermaid! !
Charles finally heard clearly the low tone of people yelling, screaming, and howling. It was a singing voice, repeating a tune lightly and slowly. If you listened carefully, you would unknowingly boil with anger, as if you wanted to tear yourself apart. Crack everything in front of you! Every cell in the body is clamoring to rush up, to fight—
People with dark hearts will be haunted by death, and those who are angry and want to kill will be dominated by madness. Mermaids can not only sing a song, they swim in the ocean, appear in front of capsizing ships, and they can also be the most terrifying avengers. As long as they focus on a certain person, pray for what you believe in. Believe that death is the best salvation and liberation.
"Boom!"
Char hit the mast hard, he woke up with blood on his face, and stared at the sea with a terrified gaze, the mermaid was gone. But he knew that the mermaid must be smiling, cold and terrifying, staring at this side, just like staring at the blind and howling Na Lin.
"what-"
Char's scream was mixed with the messy roar, and Reagan didn't attract anyone's attention.
[Siren, what are you looking at?]
Xia Yi stared at the turbulent chaos in the sea in the distance without understanding, and could probably guess what happened from the bottoms of large and small boats, as well as the corpses that kept falling into the sea. But he doesn't care about these. Even if he is not at sea, there are many people fighting each other for various reasons every day. It's just that before the end of the world, people turned the fighting into invisible, and now they directly fight with knives. There is no conspiracy or frame. If you don't like it, just stab it with a knife.
The siren blinked and dived into the sea.
Xia Yi looked at him suspiciously, and a group of sea monsters around him poked each other to make secret signals.
The long silver hair spread out in the sea water, and the siren pressed her fingers on Xia Yi's lips, her gaze was focused and her smile was cold:
[Human wars are very interesting.]gd1806102