Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

At night, the eager migrants and scavengers discovered that the guards had withdrawn, leaving the fields planted by those fools as their own personal buffet.

But before they could get excited...

Giant silver wolves suddenly appeared, blocking them from the millet fields.

"Awoo!"

Seven or eight high-level silver wolves roared in unison.

The natural sonic pressure pierced through the crowd.

"Run!"

"Monsters are eating people!"

"Escape!"

"Mommy!"

"..."

People in the front and back rows turned and fled in all directions.

The crowd scattered in chaos.

This was with the silver wolves restraining themselves; otherwise, a few roars would have caused ordinary people to lose control of their bowels and pass out.

Carriages drove in from the outer city, and farmers with sickles and baskets stepped down.

Looking at the bountiful scene before them, they couldn't stop smiling.

They opened their arms as if to embrace it all, immersed in the joy of harvest.

Taking advantage of the remaining evening light, the farmers began to harvest in unison.

Their movements were skilled, each action honed over time.

One bundle at a time, the millet stalks stood neatly on the edge of the field, pleasing to the eye.

They were the ones who usually cared for these fields with their families or willing migrants.

"How much can we harvest?"

"Hard to say, it should be a lot, and there's still Peach Blossom Spring!"

"Hopefully, it will get us through the year!"

The farmers carefully placed the harvested bundles of millet into the carriages lined with waterproof cloths.

This effectively prevented the millet from scattering along the bumpy road.

Carriage after carriage was filled, and the moon had already risen.

The farmers were full of energy, shuttling back and forth between the outer city and the lakeside fields under the protection of the silver wolves.

They worked tirelessly until noon the next day.

The last carriage of millet stalks was pulled away.

Commander Zhang came forward to negotiate, and the silver wolves guarding the area withdrew.

They didn't return to the forest; instead, they trotted all the way to the outside of the camp.

There were two big fat pigs there.

Sensing the aura of the silver wolves, the two pigs defecated and urinated, their hooves weakened on the ground, unable to move.

So, they were directly bitten to death and dismembered by the silver wolves, then dragged into the forest.

"That's the reward for hiring the silver wolves?"

"What a loss!"

"What loss? What do you know!"

The guards argued.

On the other side, the lakeside farmland was temporarily unguarded.

Migrants and scavengers swarmed into the fields, bending down to pick up the remaining millet and millet stalks on the ground.

They fought over each other, and soon, they started fighting.

The guards in the distance didn't intervene.

It's good for these people to vent their anger!

"You're asking for death!"

"I'll kill you!"

"Boy, put down the millet in your hand!"

"What I saw first is mine!"

"I'll beat you to death!"

"..."

The ferocity in the hearts of the migrants and scavengers could no longer be suppressed, and they frantically attacked the people around them.

The trigger for the slaughter was often a small handful of millet or a few millet stalks.

"Lord Tang Wen, let's eat together, Lord Tang Wen!"

"Yes, Lord Tang Wen!"

In the outer city guard camp, two unfamiliar faces greeted him warmly in the cafeteria.

Looking at their very similar faces, Tang Wen couldn't remember where he had met them, so he casually replied.

"Who are they?"

Later, sitting in the commander's exclusive private room, Tang Wen looked at the two brothers through the half-open door.

"Two new martial artists who joined the camp, they are brothers."

"I see, no wonder I haven't seen them before. They greeted me just now."

"They're new! They're probably trying to build relationships since they don't have anyone to rely on. You're a popular figure in the camp, eat, eat!" Commander Zhang handed Tang Wen a roasted chicken.

The latter waved his hand, a gust of wind rose, and the door creaked shut.

The ordinary guards and captains' meals outside the door were probably three parts meat and seven parts vegetarian dishes plus staple food.

Ordinary guards had one basin per person, and captains had one and a half basins.

Tang Wen and the other commanders were the opposite, seven parts meat, one part vegetables, and two parts staple food. And unlimited.

Tang Wen wouldn't eat outside, whether he knew them or not.

An afternoon and another day passed.

In the lakeside fields, only soil remained, and even the roots of the millet stalks had been pulled out.

The guards returned to their posts, and the farmers followed, leading out tall oxen, putting on iron plows, and starting to plow skillfully.

"These green oxen seem to be low-level exotic beasts, right?"

Tang Wen remembered that their meat was particularly delicious, grilled or sliced for hot pot, it was the best choice.

"Hey! Even if they are mid-level exotic beasts, they still have to plow the fields in our hands!"

Plowing, sowing seeds, fertilizing, watering.

In just three days, a series of farm work was completed, waiting for the seeds to germinate.

Tang Wen returned to the palace again, preparing to continue his closed-door training.

As soon as he arrived at the door, Qian Dong joked: "You came at the right time, just in time for lunch!"

"What meal?"

It must be said that the palace's food was incomparable to the canteens in the inner and outer cities.

Only at home could he eat better than in the palace.

But how much meat and millet would it take to eat at home every day?

It would be too painful to eat.

"Vegetable dumplings!"

Sure enough, the food did not disappoint Tang Wen.

The palace kitchen made dumplings with very little vegetables, basically pure meat.

After all, in the current drought, meat is easy to get, but vegetables are really hard to find.

Tang Wen swallowed: "Is there beer?"

"Beer? Only thirty barrels were brought in, and they were all distributed long ago. You have a big face, why don't you go to General Zhou's house and ask for some?"

Tang Wen touched his stomach: "It's not the same to eat dumplings without beer, I'll eat a little, maybe five hundred!"

Qian Dong immediately left and went straight to the kitchen: "Five hundred? I'll give them all to you, what am I going to eat?"

As commanders, they ate from the same small stove, and were purely in a competitive relationship when it came to eating.

Tang Wen took a step without a trace, arriving first!

...

A few days later, Black Mountain Camp.

A voice was reporting something in a secret place in the back mountain:

"I can't find a chance!

I can't find any chance at all!

That kid is a martial arts maniac!

You don't know, he hardly goes out, and his martial arts practice place is in the palace.

That is the most dangerous place in Flame Camp.

Unless the Black Mountain King comes in person, who would dare to kill someone there?"

Black Old Ghost sneered silently: "Don't tell me this, Tang Wen killed your Red Night Young Master with a flying stone last year, he was a natural Awakener, you came to avenge your young master, what does it matter to me if you can't find a chance?

Go tell your Night King, see if he will come in person?

Will he personally teach you how to find a chance!"

"General Black Gui, let's be frank, as far as we know, your beloved son Young Master Black Peak was also poisoned by Tang Wen! Originally, he should have been the heir of your camp! If it weren't for Tang Wen, in two years, you would be the retired leader! This Tang Wen deserves to die!"

Black Old Ghost was silent for a long time: "I cannot influence the Black Mountain King's decision."

"This is not difficult."

"You have a way? The Black Mountain King is old, he won't take risks."

"I know, isn't there still that bear? Two against one, the advantage is on our side!"

Black Old Ghost still shook his head: "It's not safe to cooperate with an animal."

The person on the other side sneered in his heart: These Black Mountain Ghosts have no courage at all. The Flame Camp has already recruited the Silver Wolf King! What about you?

However, he didn't say this, but said: "We can find a way to let..."

The voice became smaller and smaller, gradually becoming imperceptible.

Black Old Ghost frowned deeply: "The Black Mountain King will still hesitate, he is too old! The older people get, the more afraid they are of death!"

He is afraid of death?

I think you are afraid of death!

This person gritted his teeth secretly: "Then push him!"