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I walked around the whole village.

The camera in his hand has been recording.

The people here are self-contained and people seem to have no disputes.

They are responsible for doing everything they have at hand and then resting.

It looks very mechanical, even regular.

Except for setting up tents and tying bugs.

There are also bugs and sowing vegetables.

Even steam water and kindergarten.

All industry is very reasonable.

I went to the white man planting vegetables and wanted to take a clear picture.

Unexpectedly, he handed me a handful of vegetables.

Then he glanced at me and took a bite of vegetables.

I learned that he took a bite and tasted lettuce.

There are still distilled water, I just walked past symbolically.

He actually gave me a cup in a clay bowl.

Then I took a symbolic drink and took a sip, because when I was not thirsty I smiled and put the cup down.

He was blocked by the white man, he continued to look at me without speaking.

Until I took a sip, he continued to be busy with the matter at hand.

I looked at the other white people in disbelief. They seemed to exchange their things when they passed each other.

There is a feeling of half meeting when you look at it, and even if you do n’t give them anything.

They don't seem to be angry, or even know that they are angry.

I looked at the two old men who were not far away, and were also resting at this time.

I was thinking that this might be a backward and forgotten race.

They live under the big rift of sesame oil leaves.

They don't seem to have currency, or even identity distinction.

Everyone also rests after doing their own things, and continues to work after the rest.

Just to live to live, so the possibility of going out of this rift through them is really too small.

I watched it for a long time and found two new frames under my tent not far away.

The enemy riders have begun to intermittently.

I sighed and turned off the video, glanced at the phone with thirty-three charges left.

I returned to the enemy rider and continued to work.

Time goes slowly, I have tested a lot.

My desire to survive with the enemy rider has not diminished.

We began to tentatively communicate.

For example, he raised the bowl and said, "Bengkara."

I said, "Bowl."

He would be stunned for a while, then said: "Bowl."

In contrast, I raised my stick and said, "Wooden stick."

He said, "Tap."

I will also remember to say, "Tap."

We name things, words and even actions.

Take the short or easy-to-remember party as the first language.

In half a month, we can gradually communicate easily.

But our language has no words.

After we can communicate, the most discussed is still above.

But every time when he was irritable, he began to whisper a lot of words about his country.

Two people are very unhappy.

We used to think of relying on this village to repair my plane.

But it seems difficult because they are too far behind.

In this village, regardless of day or night.

We slept together that day, after which I was woken up.

I got up and saw that a few white men held up a white man and walked towards a pit not far away.

It seemed to throw him down, before the old man began to chant some spells.

I glanced, and the raised white man's hand seemed to be burned by the flame.

Half of the left palm was confused.

I immediately awakened the enemy rider beside me.

His first reaction was the same as mine.

The two of us ran almost straight towards the group of white men, stopping them.

I glanced at the dark hole, which was filled with magma.

I can't believe that if someone in this village loses his ability to move.

They will be thrown away directly and sentenced to death.

The two of us stood in front of them and resisted the white man who lifted the injured white man.

The old man stopped chanting and looked at us.

The enemy rider, his hands pushed forward.

The magic light radiated out, and a strong wind blew out.

The two white men were directly pushed to the ground, and then the enemy rider caught the injured white man.

The enemy's rider followed a few movements and shot a green light into the injured white man's arm.

After seven or eight times, the wound began to heal.

I was also surprised that I couldn't save him like this.

I looked at the old man, and the old man was very surprised to see us.

The enemy rider took the last shot and raised the white man's cured hand.

The white men began to unravel casually, leaving the old man bowing to the enemy rider.

After this time, there was an additional tent next to us.

And this tent is for the rider of the enemy country, his tent is three times the tent that we lived with before.

He doesn't need to tie bugs, just someone who is injured will bring him treatment.

Of course, when I'm idle, I will take my hand.

I looked at itchy and remembered the wreckage of the plane.

I explained to the enemy rider.

He ran out of the hole alone and ran to the wreckage of the plane.

A few hundred meters away, I dragged some parts and engines back to the village.

It took me half a day to draw, and I was gasping for tiredness.

The enemy rider looked at what I moved and smiled and asked if I had found a way out.

I could only shake my head with a wry smile.

I used the engine as a part, and made a temporary bug tying machine based on the remaining materials.

I do n’t know how long this generator can last, so I ’m also improving the use of heat to convert electrical energy.

Although the efficiency of motor tying bugs is low, it is expensive in fully automatic.

The white man didn't find it when he first came to me to collect the frame.

Seeing that the huge machine didn't seem to exist, it came and put down the box and left.

It wasn't until the third time he came that he watched me throw the whole frame of worms into a huge machine.

Then the motor started, and a bug was tied and spread out into another frame.

The white man stared at the whole machine and exclaimed.

This is the second kind of sound I heard besides the old man chanting.

But after exclaiming, it was calm again, and then the frame was taken away by the white man.

It turns out that they are not dumb, they can talk.

Imperial Riders treat children the most, sometimes receiving just seven or eight children with fever and cold in just one day.

Some older children will learn to speak when I communicate with enemy riders.

It's like a repeater, which shocked us all.

The enemy rider, as I thought, taught these children to speak.

At first it was just a short time of pulling a few children to teach, until chasing two key professors.

Let these two children teach other children.

At first we thought this would be difficult, but the effect was very significant.

Only half a year has received great rewards, half of the children can communicate with us simply.

There are even children who are even more fluent than we said because of the limitations of our mother tongue.

I think it is because these children are still young and do not need to participate in labor.

When it's okay, you can only play idle, so learning becomes what they find most interesting.

In contrast, my transformation of converting thermal energy into electrical energy failed somewhat.

After starting a simple communication with these children, it seems to have attracted the attention of adults.

But it seems that adults do not think much, after all, they do not understand.

It has been seven or eight months since we came here.

But we are not quite sure about the actual time.

For these children, we also write more in-depth language and add more words and content.

Even for those children who can make rapid progress and communicate with us without barriers, I started to teach some simple knowledge.

The Empire Rider began to teach magic, and actually taught a few.

And I learned their magic on the side, but I couldn't understand it at all.

Until he told me that these must be learned from an early age.

When the mobile phone was about to stand by until there was no electricity, I completed the conversion of thermal energy to electrical energy.

Even some of the key ideas actually turned around with the guidance of the children.

In some places, my thinking has been solidified, but the children can use it flexibly.

I just found out that these children are actually very smart, but they don't get a good education.

That day we also intend to continue to teach new knowledge.

Suddenly all the white people stood up and walked out of the cave.

A child came over and said to us: "Outside. The time for blowing hair is here."

Both the enemy rider and I were stunned and followed the team and walked out of the village.

At this time the rift valley actually hung a strong wind.

All white people ran in the wind and even danced.

A child pulled our arm and said, "This is a gift."

I said to the child, "This strong wind."

"There will be time, and the elders will tell us." The child said.

I looked at the direction of the wind and it turned up.

I guess it's when winter and spring alternate, cold and warm convection breaks into this crack.

The heat energy turned upwards and turned into this upward strong wind.

I said to the enemy rider: "We may have a chance to go out."

The enemy rider nodded his head and said, "Aren't the planes dead? Although the heat energy is transferred to electricity, the ground heat energy can't be used on the ground."

"It will still depend on you, but it will take another year. You should have never heard of hot air balloons." I said.

"Hot air balloon?" The enemy rider grumbled.

"Those black materials are very thermally insulating and can make a device that flies on heat. It just needs to be next time, the next time the wind is strong." I said.

The crowd was in a lively carnival, and I took the enemy rider back to the village.

I looked closely at the black cloth that blocked the door and found out that it was the root of a dwarf plant in the village.

One year, when the next strong wind comes.

I made a big hot air balloon, and a platform enough to support the weight of two people.

For this reason, I also specifically controlled the eating and drinking of the enemy riders and me, in order to limit weight.

The calculation of this day is limited to one year.

Time is getting closer and closer, and I am getting better and better with hot air balloons.

The children seemed to find something and asked if we were going to leave here.

I dare not explain the truth to them, just shook my head and said no.

But he couldn't hide it, and the child began to ask where we were going.

"We are going to heaven, to that white line," I said.

"White line? Isn't it a white line?" Said the child.

"That's not the white line that looks, but another world," I said.

The children were at a loss as they stroked their heads.

I gave my mobile phone to a smarter child.

At this time, it is not difficult to charge the mobile phone because the conversion of thermal energy to electrical energy is perfect.

Until the next strong wind, I stretched the hot air balloon and pulled the Empire Rider.

The children watched us start cheering, but then shouting and crying.

And we trade up.

The enemy rider was almost full of firepower, and the flame magic rose.

It took a full hour to fly out of the sesame oil rift.

After that, we each returned to our own country and received almost heroic treatment.

Two years ago, both sides were 99 to 99.

But when we returned, it became 100 to 100.

Although there was no victory or defeat, the game without death was the most worthy of celebration.

Because I left the phone at the bottom, there was no way to prove the truth of the matter.

At the beginning I was advertising everywhere, but no one believed it.

I began to write my experience as a novel, because it involves the mysterious South.

The novel is terrible, and some people even suspect that this is the real thing.

But I calmed down and started to tell this is just a story.

Novels written and spoken to the media have exaggerated and false elements.

Until a few decades later, I am in my eighties.

Every winter to summer, I will start to miss the enemy rider in the south.

Early this morning, the whole country was flooded with a piece of news. I couldn't close my mouth when I read the newspaper.

The newspaper said that a lot of hot air balloons popped up in the rift valley of sesame oil leaves. Inside the hot air balloons were piles of humans with white skin.

They began to camp on both sides of the Rift Valley.

Language completely integrates North and South.

And understand that science can magic.

I think they will become the third country on the mainland and carry forward.

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