Early in the morning, in the open space outside Mangshan Village.

The old and young people in the village all stood on the P51 Mustang fighter, a distance of about ten meters, and some of them were reluctant to see off their Lord Zhang Dixian.

In just a few days, this outsider has become the backbone of everyone with his various miracles.

Even when Zhang Dixian left, he not only left a room full of black bread and canned food, a room full of cement, and half a room of machine gun bullets in the village.

With these supplies, they were able to hold out for a long time, and by the way, the walls were completed.

But when they learned that Zhang Dixian was leaving, they were still a little inexplicably panicked in their hearts.

Although when this lord was there, he completely treated them as cattle, and kicked them in the ass with hard military boots at every turn, which was much more brutal than the village chief's bear.

But that rare sense of security is stronger than anything else.

"Let's all go back, don't cry with a sad face, as if Lao Tzu is going to die, and I will come back again in a few days. Zhang Wei, who was sitting in the cockpit, shouted at the crowd who saw him off.

Just as he was about to lower the canopy, another thing came to mind.

hurriedly added: "Xi Xiong, you kid listen to me, don't relax in the past few days when I'm away, you must take everyone to continue to repair the city wall, otherwise when I come back, see how I clean you up." ”

"If I'm happy with the progress of the project when I get back, I'll have another dinner. ”

In the few sentences above, it is completely full of coercion and temptation, that is, the legendary carrot and stick.

In other words, Zhang Wei, as a high school graduate, actually doesn't want to talk so much, the problem is that after these days of understanding, he knows that talking and reasoning with these goods will not play a role at all.

In fact, it's more useful to scold, kick the board, and give a small reward.

After a meal, Zhang Wei started the engine on the plane, and under the drive of the engine, the propeller on the P51 Mustang fighter also rotated.

Thankfully, this type of fighter has an automatic ignition device.

Finally, you don't have to hold a long handle like the previous Stuka and shake it violently at the nose position to start it.

With this good sense of experience, Zhang Wei stepped on the accelerator on the sole of his foot.

It was only when the strong feeling of turbulence came, that he remembered one thing: these days, he actually forgot to take the natives to level this clearing a little......

Keeping the plane at an altitude of 3,000 meters, Zhang Wei flew towards the center of the mountain range.

In his opinion, this height is relatively safe, because there are still a large number of birds in this strange ruins.

They are at least one size larger than their counterparts outside.

Even some people who have the strength of two or three strong people are not uncommon.

In the process of flying along the edge of the mountains to find Mangshan Village, Zhang Wei encountered the huge mountain eagle more than once, because he felt that his airspace was violated, so he launched an attack.

Every time, Zhang Wei suddenly raised his height to get rid of their pursuit.

In terms of actual flight speed, fighters that have reached a speed of six or seven hundred yards per hour are not much faster than these mutated birds.

On this road, every time Zhang Wei flew for a while, he could find the village where the natives gathered below.

However, a considerable number of them no longer showed signs of human activity, and the collapse of wooden houses in the village indicated that they may have been wiped out in the recent demonic plague.

For this, Zhang Wei not only sympathized, but also did not have the heart to help them after landing.

It's not that he has a heart of stone, but he clearly understands that with his own ability, he can't help so many people.

The practical experience of a few days in Mangshan Village made him know that he thought everything too simply.

This small village of more than 200 people alone consumes more than 50 energy points a day.

God knows! how those guys are so edible.

You must know that the huge sawdust black bread can be exchanged for twenty with a little energy point, and the horse meat sausage made from horse meat killed in battle can be exchanged for five chests with a little energy point.

Compared to the cost of building defenses, the energy points spent on food are just a small head.

Before leaving, Zhang Wei glanced at the balance of energy points in the system and found that there were only more than 50,000 points left, and even if he took them out, he would only be able to help the last two villages.

And the number of villages in the entire ruins is in the hundreds, according to Himbear......

With the airplane as a means of transportation, the efficiency of traveling, especially in such a densely wooded mountain forest, is unimaginably efficient.

Last time, it took several days and a lot of arduous treks to arrive at the journey, but this time, after spending more than two hours, the stone hall had already appeared in front of Zhang Wei's eyes.

This was still the case where he wandered around in his mind for a while, wasting a lot of time.

Manipulating the plane, Zhang Wei landed the fighter on the flat square in front of the stone hall.

After jumping off the plane, Zhang Wei walked straight towards the largest stone hall, but he couldn't help but stop when he passed by the stone puppets who had been knocked down by himself with anti-aircraft guns.

Holding his hands together, raising his chest, standing without bowing down, Zhang Wei made a solemn bow to these stone puppets that had collapsed on the ground.

This kind of bow is a solemn etiquette that Taoist disciples will only make when they meet their fellow Taoists.

Even in the more than ten years since Zhang Wei was a child, he has only seen Zhang Lao Dixian a few times, making such a courtesy to other people, which definitely does not include the tiger master and the old man Wang.

Zhang Wei himself didn't know why he made such a courtesy.

It seems that standing in front of these puppets that have been put down by himself, his hands move like this instinctively.

After the salute, Zhang Wei continued to walk towards the stone hall, and at the door of the stone hall, after he bowed his hand again, the bronze puppet blocking there immediately gave way to a passage.

Without any hesitation, Zhang Wei left the stone hall that he had been thinking about for a while day and night.

Instead of heading deeper into the inner sanctum, he walked directly to the left, where on the left wall there were a dozen or so large frescoes.

It was only when he saw the first giant mural on it that he fell into a long stupor.

The content on this mural is actually a huge map.

At the top of the map, there are two esoteric and difficult oracle bone inscriptions, which, given Zhang Wei's cultural level, are said to be incomprehensible at all.

But at this time, the two big characters fell in his eyes, but he understood it in a magical moment in his heart: Kyushu......

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