After the craftsmen came to offer jade, Wang Xijia's hatred for them seemed to have lessened a little. In fact, it is not impossible to talk to them about reconciliation yesterday, but if the plane is built, it is really unwilling to fly around.

Early in the morning, Wang Xika called Zack to bomb the craftsman's base camp together. The plane had just been built, and there was no windshield installed, so each of them had to carry a motorcycle helmet. The plane brought more than 500 grenades, Wang Xijia himself brought an AK47, and Zach brought a blue-fire Gatling, bringing at least tens of thousands of bullets.

When he got on the plane, Wang Xijia remembered that he had not installed a parachute device on the plane, and if he was hit, he would not be able to come back. But considering that the craftsman tribe did not have the ability to shoot down the plane, Wang Xijia still got on the plane - everything is risky, especially war, and you can't wait until everything is foolproof to go to war.

Facing the rising sun, Wang Xijia's biplane took off. He named the plane Upper Batuary in honor of the place where he lived after the crossing. The plane soon passed through the mountains and valleys and arrived at the artisan camp. The old camp of the craftsmen had already been burned down by themselves last time, and a new camp had been built. Anyway, their thatched houses were built quickly.

The craftsmen had just gotten up, were eating breakfast, and saw the planes in the sky stop their dishes and chopsticks, and looked up at the strange bird, which they had not yet realized.

When Wang Xika drove the plane into a dive, and Zach held Gatling and played a shuttle, the craftsmen knew that it was terrible and went into the house to hide. But the thatched hut is not bulletproof, not to mention the fact that grenades are still being dropped from the plane, and the craftsmen on the ground are simply unable to avoid it, running aimlessly around the land.

Looking down from the plane, the earth is a plane. When you attack an enemy who has no air defense capability from a high altitude, it is like launching a dimensionality reduction strike from 3D to 2D space. Piece by piece, the craftsmen fell like wheat harvesting, but the two men on the plane had no mercy. Because they can't smell blood in the sky, and killing people is too simple, the two don't feel much guilt, but are as happy as playing a game. Wang Xika circled again and again, and Zack shot again and again, until all the ammunition on the plane was exhausted.

"Is it enjoyable?" asked Zack, who was shaking his hands, as he shot him.

"Enjoyable!" Zach called out happily.

"Are you still coming?"

"Come!"

Wang Xika returned to Shanghekou to fill up his tank, and came to the craftsman's camp again with double ammunition, but there was no one to be seen in the vast land. The living people ran to the depths of the mountains and hid, and 30 white cloths rose from the empty camp, and they surrendered.

Lian Shan was lucky enough to escape this devastating blow when the air raid occurred, if it wasn't for the appearance of Wang Xijia when the plane flew at a low altitude, Lian Shan thought that the gods had descended to punish his tribe during this attack. He desperately ordered the crowd to hang up the 30 white cloths he had prepared, and then ran to a cellar to hide.

By the time he came out, his people had basically disappeared from the world—they were fine when they woke up in the morning, but in just an hour or two, all the living people were gone. Lian Shan looked at his camp sadly, this is a newly built camp, the old camp has been burned to ashes in order to lure the enemy into the bait, I didn't expect the new camp to turn into scorched earth so quickly, is this the fate of his own clan?

There were three people standing in the distance outside the camp, were they the rest of the clansmen? Lian Shan hurriedly ran over to say hello, only to find that those three people were the enemies who destroyed his own people: Wang Xijia, Zach and Lang Naduo of the Shanghekou trio.

"How is it, are you satisfied now?" Lian Shan looked at Wang Xika sadly

Wang Xijia originally came to check the results of the battle, with a little bit of showing off to the craftsman tribe: "Look, you can't beat me, right?" But when he walked to the scene, he found that the "results" were too tragic. The dead were scattered all over the floor, and no one gathered the bodies—for they were all dead. Vultures and dingoes peck at random in the neighborhood and enjoy delicious food.

This tragic scene made Wang Xika very uncomfortable, and the strong smell of blood made him even want to vomit. Only then did he realize that fighting and killing people in the real world didn't feel like a computer game. The joy of flying the plane, the joy of strafing the craftsman in the plane, had disappeared the moment he arrived at the scene. If you don't come to this world, maybe these craftsmen won't die, and fighting a time-traveler like yourself is really unfair to the craftsmen living in this world, it's like opening a plug-in in the game.

The problem is, no one has ever asked themselves if they want to come into this world. At that time, he just wanted to use the nuclear bomb to survive the catastrophe so that he could become the god of the iron cloth shirt in that world, but he somehow traveled to this primitive world. In fact, even in the last world, no one asked him if he wanted to come, everything was arranged by God. Perhaps coming here with modern memories is also one of God's arrangements for himself. Being able to make modern technological products is considered a talent of oneself. Is it wrong to use your own talents? Wang Xijia didn't think of an answer.

He said with a little pity: "To be honest, I can't talk about satisfaction, my feelings are quite complicated now, and I can't understand with you." ”

"If I hadn't left early for dinner last night, would you still harness that divine bird to punish my clan?" Lian Shan obviously blamed himself, he always felt that it was because he didn't behave well enough yesterday that Wang Xika punished his clan so cruelly. He also didn't know the term "airplane", so he could only use "divine bird" instead.

"No, unless you killed me at dinner last night, you can't change the outcome of today. Because our war has begun, because I have already built airplanes, and since I have built this weapon, then I will use it. Wang Xika told Lianshan the truth truthfully, and I don't know if this will make him feel better.

"I see, what are you going to do next?" Lian Shan was full of curiosity about this man with great power.

"I don't know, I'm from the future, maybe I'll make this world the same as the one before I came. Honestly, your tribe was unlucky to meet me, I have thousands of years more experience than you - of course, you have done a good job, and I was almost killed by you in that canyon last time. Wang Xijia didn't know why he was talking so much to this craftsman, maybe because of his respect for this opponent.

"In the world you came from, are there still craftsman tribes?" Lian Shan cared about his people.

"Yes, in our world, the artisan tribe conquered this land, and maybe I myself am a descendant of the artisan tribe. In fact, Wang Xika is not very sure whether the craftsman tribe is the legendary "Yanhuang tribe", maybe everything is just his far-fetched idea. But he is willing to say this now, to comfort Lianshan's heart.

"Ah, that's good, that's good. Lianshan's dim eyes suddenly lit up, as if he saw a bright future.

"I'm not going to fight anymore, what are your plans? Wang Xijia admires this craftsman very much, and now that the battle is over, he thinks that maybe everyone can meet and laugh at each other, and maybe become friends.

"Thank you for the invitation, but as the leader of the tribe, my tribe is dead, I can't act like no one, I have to take my share of responsibility. It's a pleasure to meet you, and if you meet my people in the future, please be kind to them. After Lian Shan finished speaking, he suddenly pulled out a knife, slashed it on his neck, and killed himself.

Lang Naduo on the side suddenly sighed deeply and said: "I always feel that this person is not ordinary, he will be our fierce enemy, and now that he is dead, he has fallen except for a future trouble." ”

Wang Xijia didn't say a word, silently buried Lianshan's body under a tree, and turned to leave.

To be honest, Lian Shan killed himself, and Wang Xijia was also relieved in his heart, if this person didn't die, how should he treat him? It was obviously not okay to treat him as his own, and both sides had each other's blood on their hands. It's not impossible to kill him with your own hands, it's just that you will seem to be too small to tolerate people.

Lianshan's excellent tactical literacy made Wang Xijia feel uneasy, his only advantage against him was that he knew technology, if Lianshan learned to make those weapons, then he would have no chance.

This is like playing a game, Lianshan belongs to the king player, and he belongs to the diamond player. Of course, you can abuse the king by opening a plug-in and charging RMB, but what if this king also opens a plug-in?