"If you don't believe us, why ask us to join us and let us live outside ......the tree hole, isn't it unsightly?"

"That's it, then we might as well leave by ourselves......"

"Don't say it, it's camping outside, and it's not just our family outside anyway......" Facing the indignation of the team members and the indigenous subordinates, He Zilong stopped their discussion in time.

Then, in Ran's apology, he said that it was okay to go outside, but food and water, and some necessary freedom, must be guaranteed.

"The most basic material guarantee is definitely there, and this is also a guarantee for the allies, but this amount must be determined according to the merits of the war......" Lan seemed a little embarrassed.

"...... the merits?" He Zilong asked rhetorically.

"Yes, because only by staying at the edge of the tree and in the hollow of the tree can you have the best chance of surviving the red rainy season. Therefore, the return of each joining faction to its own clan in defensive battles and hunting is regarded as a war merit...... The number of enemies defeated is counted by the number of heads. After hunting, handing over 20% of the food is also considered a basic battle achievement!" Lan explained slowly, and spoke for several minutes.

It seems that on the issue of combat merits, egoism is similar to the corporate structure, whether it is on the ground or here.

To sum up, because the red rainy season wants to survive more safely. To rely on Lan's forces and his powerful allies, those small forces can only become cannon fodder, relying on war exploits and hunting to ensure that they can stay by the trees and in the hollows of the trees.

That is, to pay protection money!

Unexpectedly, I used prisoners as cannon fodder before, and now I am also cannon fodder for others here, which is really 30 years in Hedong and 30 years in Hexi.

However, before we can figure out what this red rain season is, and find out how to get back to the ground from the tree of Babel, and see if we can find Sakura. He Zilong felt that he couldn't turn against the forces here!

I heard that there are more than a dozen big tribes here, basically all of them are forces of more than 1,000 people, so many forces are naturally divided into many factions, and the Tree of Heaven is a place where they must fight. It's impossible to keep everyone safe together and get out of danger!

So, war is inevitable.

There are many people who come to take refuge, and it is inevitable that the system of unranked elimination will also be implemented. It's like an employee in a company, but now it's suddenly that people treat themselves like this, and as a modern person, the aborigines are a little looked down upon, and I feel a little unhappy.

However, surviving and understanding this place, as well as getting out, are the first elements, and it is possible to endure for the time being.

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Staying outside the tree, forming a large area similar to a mercenary camp, when I just came over, I walked on the other side, and I only saw a corner, and at this time, under the leadership of Lan, I came to the official front of this area.

He Zilong and the others found out that there were only one or two thousand natives gathered here, divided into several small factions, each of which carved out a small area and camped down.

Of course, the so-called camp of these people is very simple.

After all, he lives in a planting area, and he lives in corn, but he also has the true nature of the indigenous, which is a small force that is ready to be relied on, etc., and the meaning of being a reluctant farmer is in it, right?

I think there will definitely be a layer of free labor during the harvest season, which is not explicitly stated, but there are unspoken rules. He Zilong thought so!

A clear stream flows from here into the underground river, providing a clean source of water for all residents. The tree hole is upstream, but I'm not afraid of someone poisoning, (really want to poison, so much water, or flowing, how much does this have to be done?)

Most of the surrounding area, a little further away, is covered by lush tropical jungle and primeval forest. The peninsula is surrounded by cliffs on one side and a vast flat beach on the other, with forests on one side and man-made towns on the other. With such hard roots in the way, there are basically no animals and dinosaurs that can rush in directly, right?

The beach is dotted with canoes and rafts tethered to straw ropes under coconut trees on the edge of the beach. Some dried fish, dried shrimp and some fish that He Zilong and others couldn't recognize at all, could smell a strong salty smell from afar.

Because it is a temporary residence, the so-called housing is to open a flat land, and then use local materials to fix the thick branches to the ground one by one. Form a large circle and pluck the large leaves of some palm trees and unnamed trees and put them loosely on top...... Then a "house" is built.

If it weren't for the fact that the leaves of the Babel Tree rarely fall down, in other words, such a house, as long as a leaf of the Babel Tree is falling on it, even people and houses will be crushed into mud. This is really a hidden danger to life!

Even if there is no hidden danger to life, it is purely beyond the face. Usually there is a strong wind, a heavy rain or something. It's either scraped away or collapsed, but fortunately, this kind of house is very light, even if the roof collapses, it can't kill anyone, and it is easy to rebuild and repair.

There are also some lazy people, who go directly to the hollows of some other big trees nearby, but that seems to be easy to be plotted by the sentinels and beasts of hostile forces, right?

"Well, Old Niu, are you looking at the cornfield......" He Zilong suddenly noticed that the captain Lao Niu seemed to be paying attention to the cornfield of the natives.

"Yes, I found that the yield of corn here is not very high, you look at these flowers, these fruiting rates, and how can there be so much water in the corn field, the natives here don't grow corn at all......" The captain and the old cow seemed to hate iron but not steel.

He Zilong followed what he pointed out and looked at the cornfield planted by the natives of the Babel Tree Force, and sure enough, he found that the situation was indeed a cheat.

Not only that, but the tools of the farmer's labor were very primitive, there were no ploughing animals, no plough sticks, only the most rudimentary wooden sticks and stone axes. To make matters worse, corn is a drought-loving crop, but people here seem to have some misconceptions about growing corn.

Not only was it drenched with too much water, but there was no fertilizer at all. I am afraid of this yield, look at the number of flowers and fruits, and look at the past. I am afraid that each acre of corn field can harvest about 100 kilograms of corn......

What a god!

You must know that in the outside world, most of the improved corn can easily reach a yield of more than one ton per mu with enough chemical fertilizer!

Even if some time, the Chinese like to brag, what acres produce 10,000 catties, pigs are bigger than elephants, (pigs here are really bigger than elephants.) But in most cases, one ton per mu, that is, about 2,000 pounds of corn, for Chinese, it is still SO Yizili.

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