Human beings are always the most tenacious life forms on the earth, just like cockroaches, no matter how bad and unbearable the environment becomes, there will always be some people who survive in ways you can't imagine.

About 40,000 years ago, their ancestors came to the Australian continent, belonging to the Negritan race, living nomadic and free.

However, in the 18th century, Europeans came here and expelled these natives from their original homeland, built their own cities on their homeland, and enjoyed the convenience of modern civilization, but let the natives survive in their own lands, and preserved their national culture.

In the aftermath of the pollution, cities became the first targets of wild beasts, and the indigenous lands were inevitably attacked.

The Australian authorities refused to allow these indigenous people to take refuge in the cities for fear that they would carry some unknown germs that would spread in the cities and could lead to the danger of extinction.

In this way, the Negritos managed to survive, they built their own fences to resist the invasion of foreign beasts, they improved the soil to grow enough green food for their own consumption, and they relied on thermal power to provide the energy they needed.

Of course, the strongest survival talent in this wilderness is......

Just as Kun and Joan of Arc were surrounded, from behind the many natives, a native, riding a black bull beast with six horns, stepped forward.

That's right, they have domesticated many wild beasts on this continent and become their pets or friends, helping them to guard their homes together in their own land, so that they can survive in the harshest environment so hard.

"Who are you?" The man who came, a dark-skinned man with a mohican hairstyle, jumped down from the Black Bull Beast and landed right in front of Joan of Arc.

"My name is Joan of Arc, his name is Kun, what do you call him?" Joan of Arc replied politely.

"Qiu Ba, I am their leader, you have broken into our territory, this is a reserved place for people from the city to enter." Qiu Ba introduced coldly, looking at his strong muscles, which were all armor forged in actual combat, a scar formed by three claws on his chest, extending from his right waist to his left shoulder, it was really hard to imagine that he was attacked by some wild beast, and how he survived from their hands.

"Sorry, we don't have a map, we just want to go to Sydney, this road seems to be the closest." Joan of Arc shrugged.

"Let's leave now, outsiders are not welcome." Qiu Hachi ordered.

"What if I don't want to go?" Kun Hao didn't die.

Kun's words made the surrounding natives immediately step forward again, and the bows and arrows in their hands were fuller.

"Everyone, calm down, can't you see that I'm trying to save your lives?" Joan of Arc struggled to raise her hands, not afraid of the natives' bows and arrows, but afraid of their death, "Lord Chief, we have no ill will, and it is not easy to find a place to sleep in this wilderness. What do you think of this? Help me tow the car back, fix it for me, and let us spend the night and we'll leave tomorrow. ”

"It's dangerous for outsiders to enter the village, how do we know that you are not spies of the Freedom Group?" Qiu Ba was very cautious.

"Please, if I'm a spy, wouldn't it be good to come by plane? Why are you running on the ground so dangerously? Moreover, we do not live in vain. Joan of Arc said as he walked to the jeep and took out a large bag of cans from the back cargo box, which contained extremely precious antibiotic medicines, knowing that Joan of Arc and Kun were both people who did not need treatment at all, and it was very rare to be able to carry these medicines.

The eyes of the surrounding natives began to glow as they looked at these things, which was probably more abundant than the supplies they had collected after risking hundreds of kilometers.

In fact, there are also some itinerant profiteers who come to the village on a regular basis to exchange their daily necessities for their vegetables, as well as poultry or game for raising. But recently, there has been a shortage of soldiers, and the profiteers who are indiscriminately bidding do not dare to come, which makes Qiu Ba's territory really difficult.

"Okay, just fix the car and stay for an extra night." Qiu Ba's heart was already loose.

"Yes, just fix the car, stay for an extra night." Joan of Arc smiled happily.

"Deal." Qiu Ba picked up the bag, threw it on the back of the ox behind him, turned over, whistled, all the staff happily put down the bow and arrow, and immediately surrounded it with a relaxed face, and more than a dozen big men helped push the car out of the ditch, hung it on the butt of Qiu Baniu's mount, and dragged it forward.

"Let's go, my Kun-sama, take an ox cart!" Joan of Arc beckoned Kun to get into the car, no longer using gasoline to drive, and watching the cow's ass sway forward in front of him seemed more interesting.

"They're special, they're like one with the environment." Kun looked sideways at the natives walking on the side, and he actually liked it a little, after all, they never challenged the environment, and every step on the land was filled with awe.

"Because this is called primitive ecology, another manifestation of human beings, not everyone likes to live in a reinforced concrete city, sometimes you can have an acre and three points of land in this wilderness, away from the hustle and bustle is also very comfortable."

"But how do the weak survive in this environment?" Kun was puzzled, looking at the equipment of these humans, it was simply poor, maybe a mutated gopher could gouge them all.

"This is human beings, always creating facts that people don't understand." Joan of Arc proudly shows off, in fact, she can't be considered human anymore.

"What are you doing in Sydney?" Sitting on the back of the cow in front, Qiu Batou asked without replying.

"Sightseeing." Joan of Arc casually snorted haha.

"You don't look like tourists, I saw the guy in the back box, that thing even killed dinosaurs, right?" Qiu Ba is also sophisticated.

"No way, the wilderness in Australia is too ferocious, we are here for self-defense, don't mind." Joan of Arc disagreed.

"Whatever you have to do, please don't mess around in our territory, we don't want to get into trouble." Qiu Ba's attitude towards the two of them was obviously much more relaxed, and he even used honorifics.

"How many years have you lived like this?" Kun asked curiously.

"I don't know, we have been living like this since we can remember, we don't envy the iron walls of the city, only with a sense of awe for the living beings, believing that no matter how difficult it is, God will give us a way to live." Qiu Bacheng was terrified.

"Will it?" Joan of Arc whispered as Kun teased.

"Why not choose death? Isn't death the easiest way to go? Kun's question made everyone around him look at it, and obviously everyone thought about it too.

"When I was young, I thought about it, I always felt that it was too hard, why do you have to work so hard, tomorrow, tomorrow you will die. But I just dragged myself and grew up, and then I had them. Qiu Ba smiled and looked back, it was the four or five indigenous children in aprons sitting on the trunk of the jeep at the moment, they were smiling so innocently.

"Kid?" Kun was puzzled.

"Yes, we have children, we also have responsibilities, we used to feel that the hard life is not bitter at all, the heavy burden is on our shoulders, and how terrible the opponent is also to face head-on, because behind us are our children and grandchildren, we can die, but our children and grandchildren, we must live, just like what our fathers did for us." Qiu Ba said that all the natives were shocked.

"This is, Legacy?" The more Kun understands human culture, the more interested he becomes, as if he can gain new knowledge with every exchange, but when he stays in the sea, he has no way of knowing this knowledge.

"Legacy? Some of them are too tall, and we are just instinctively educating our children, teaching them how to live, just as our parents once taught us. Qiu Ba smiled indifferently, unpretentious, and as honest as an animal.