As the biggest hero in this battle, Zhang Dixian, the great hero who rescued the entire Maoshan Village, did not have any accidents when he operated the plane to land.

The ground in the open space on one side of the village was a little rugged.

But with his bull fork's driving expertise, he still landed it on the ground very smoothly.

During the whole process of landing, there were no indigenous villagers who fired at this huge strange bird with bows and arrows in their hands, which eventually led to a huge tragedy in which the plane was destroyed and people died.

Then Zhang Wei, who jumped out of the plane, was welcomed and treated like a hero.

He led a group of villagers to greet him, bowed solemnly to Zhang Wei, and expressed his gratitude, and then except for the bear who stayed to receive him, the others did whatever they wanted.

Zhang Wei understands this point.

After the war, treating the wounded and cleaning up the battlefield were all very urgent matters.

As for the preferential treatment he received, the village chief Xi Xiong found a fairly clean stone and beckoned Zhang Wei to sit down and rest, and then a stout woman brought him a bowl of spring water in a large bowl of stoneware.

There is a hint of golden brushing in the spring water, which must have been put in a lot of honey.

In view of the poor living conditions of the natives, Zhang Wei can fully feel the sincerity represented by this bowl of honey water.

Of course, it would have been better if the woman who brought the honey water hadn't let her black thumb be soaked in the honey water.

Zhang Wei, who has always been a scumbag of historical achievements, inexplicably thought of some history.

It seems that toilet paper is definitely not a product of this level of civilization, so the question is, what do they use to solve the problem after they finish the tuba?

Stones, leaves, or fingers......

"Come, this strong man tastes the honey water of our Mangshan Village, which is quite a famous good thing among the dozen or so villages in the surrounding hundreds of miles. ”

In a classic Asian squatting posture, the bear who squatted next to Zhang Wei greeted him warmly.

Obviously, in the face of Zhang Dixian, who was black-faced and bearded, he didn't recognize it at all, this was the little brother Zhang Wei who came into contact with a few months ago.

The poor boy could feel the sincere enthusiasm in the heart of the bear at this time, and the problem was that when he thought of the black thumb, he didn't know how much dirt had accumulated.

He really didn't have the courage to pour this bowl of honey water with a faint fragrance into his mouth.

It's just that facing the expectant little eyes of Ji Xiong, Zhang Wei is embarrassed not to drink.

Zhang Wei, who was extremely embarrassed, held a large clay bowl bigger than his face, instinctively glanced around, and suddenly had an idea in his heart.

It was a group of bare-bottomed indigenous friends, who were a few meters away at this time, staring at this place.

They put the same black fingers in their mouths and sucked vigorously, staring at the large clay bowl in their hands, their eyes were full of longing.

It was clear that they were eager to take a sip of the bowl of honey water.

"Give this bowl of honey water to these little pot friends, isn't that just a drink!" Thinking of this, Zhang Wei couldn't wait to praise his own spirit.

However, what happened next almost knocked over the clay bowl in his hand.

Following Zhang Wei's gaze, after discovering the group of little pot friends biting their fingers, an embarrassed smile immediately appeared on his face.

Then he stood up and walked over, shouting, "Didn't you tell you to hide in the house and not come out?" ”

As he spoke, a slap fell on the back of the head of a seven- or eight-year-old friend.

'Bang~' in a muffled sound, that slap has a force of more than ten pounds, and there is no suspense, the little pot friend was directly fanned on the horse.

"I'll go!" This violent scene simply made Zhang Wei stunned.

In other words, this thing is not afraid to slap it out of the concussion.

In contrast, Old Man Wang's old stuff played their own little Ding Ding back then, which was as gentle and harmonious as a little game of throwing handkerchiefs.

What surprised him even more was that the little pot friend with a bare ass got up in a blink of an eye after being slapped to the ground.

In addition to the body that was already full of mud and water, there was a little more mud and sand, and the slightest physical discomfort was not shown, but laughed, and the other little pot friends ran and jumped away......

In the end, Zhang Wei still endured the violent churning in his heart and drank a sip of honey water with a fearless spirit.

Not to mention, if you don't care about the heavy psychological shadows, this honey water has an excellent taste, full of fruity sweetness that he has never experienced.

Even after drinking his stomach, he could feel the slightest warmth rising in his body.

Sure enough, it is really not an ordinary thing to let the natives take out so ceremoniously to entertain themselves.

In order to divert his attention and not always think about those chaotic and unthinkable scenes, Zhang Wei decided to find a topic to divert his attention.

First of all, he decided to introduce himself:

"Village Chief Xixiong, let me introduce myself first, I am an outsider and Zhang Wei's senior brother; ”

After trying hard for a while, after finally remembering the boy who said goodbye, he immediately became more enthusiastic.

Don't look at the few things that Zhang Wei left them, but those bayonets have helped their defense a lot in recent times.

Therefore, when Zhang Dixian then asked about the strange appearance of the stone pillar, as well as the attack of the demonic beast and the demon, he answered them one by one with a bitter face:

The natives of this world have encountered a once-in-a-hundred years demonic disaster.

Moreover, the intensity of the outbreak of this demonic disaster is even more serious than that of the old legends.

About two months ago, the most important stone pillar in their lives, the light emitted every night, suddenly diminished most of its power.

This level of light still has a considerable restraint effect on demons and monsters.

But compared to before, demons and demonic beasts can rush into the shroud of light and persist in attacking for a while.

Therefore, in each demonic disaster, the demons who will suddenly become more numerous, will forcibly find the beasts they used to look down on to possess.

Naturally, they gathered and attacked the village where the natives had gathered.

In each of these plagues, a large number of villages were destroyed, and in the end, the natives were severely injured in the plagues that lasted for several years.

This time, the intensity of the demonic plague is amazing, and the natives are in danger of being wiped out entirely.

Because not only the Warcraft and the Demons are more aggressive, but even the weather they are already familiar with has become more weird and harsh.

In such a situation, they lack everything.

Lacking manpower to defend the village, lack of warm clothing, and even the food necessary for survival, they began to lack much, mainly because they did not have much energy to go out hunting under the long-term siege of the monsters.

And the most important source of food: farming, often just after the seedlings of crops grow, they will be destroyed by those monsters.

It seems that every time during the demonic calamity, their spiritual intelligence will skyrocket......

After listening to Ji Xiong's story, Zhang Wei was inexplicably a little weak-hearted.

For he deduced that the time when all this situation began was not when he was in the stone hall and took away the scroll of animal skins!

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