War Paradise

I don't know how long ago, this man, like his companions, was a good hunter in the wilderness.

At that time, the civilization of later generations did not yet exist, neither the text nor the calendar was born.

The human beings who are still drinking blood, use animal furs as clothing and sharp sticks as weapons. While hunting large beasts, various tribes are also engaged in bloody and barbaric wars.

At that time, human beings did not even have basic ethics, and cannibalism was common when they were extremely hungry. Sometimes, in order to pay tribute to the dead relatives and friends, they even eat each other's body, thinking that this will allow them to continue to live with themselves.

The average life span of these primitive people is only twenty years old, and most people die before they reach thirty. Whether it is big cats in the wilderness, poisonous snakes and scorpions, or bacteria and parasites in the water source, they all take them away. A lot of human lives.

But he is still alive.

The man witnessed the destruction of his tribe.

The companion hunting by his side died under the attack of other tribes. He was seriously injured and hid in the cave, and luckily survived.

When he returned to the tribal territory, he found that the territory unguarded by the hunters had been destroyed by the wolves. My own parents and friends, all turned into dry bones eaten by jackals.

Sadness and rage occupied his body and mind. In despair, he pierced his spear into Own's chest, trying to end Own's life.

——He is not dead.

The severe pain and the coldness of the whole body caused by excessive blood loss made him worse than death. Even if he was fatally wounded, he was still alive under the boundless torture.

I don't know how long it took, he drew the spear from his body, stood up and staggered towards the distance, dragging his wounded body, preparing to kill himself again.

This time, his choice was to jump off a cliff over a hundred meters high.

The sharp pain at the moment of landing was hundreds of times stronger than when the spear pierced the heart. The terrifying thing was that even this level of pain did not destroy his consciousness, but made him more sober.

On the unmanned empty ground, the "rotten meat" that fell to blood and blood, screamed frantically.

——He is still alive, in an incredible way...alive.

The body was pecked by vultures, bitten by jackals, slowly decayed under the scorching sun, and even gave birth to maggots. He couldn't move the slightest, but he didn't die.

As the sun rises and sunsets, time begins to flow. His mutilated body began to slowly recover in a form that violated common sense, and the torn flesh and blood began to regenerate.

One year after falling off the cliff, he could finally stand up again.

Realizing that he could not die, he experienced extreme pain, and did not intend to continue trying to commit suicide, but chose another way of thinking.

-Natural Death.

Even a primitive man, he is very clear about the concept of birth, old age, sickness and death.

There was an old man in the tribe who was obviously much older than the others. His hair and eyebrows were all white, but even this old man could not escape the doomed aging and death.

He can feel that his own body is also aging.

As long as we continue to age, one day I will be like that old man, my body will begin to shrink, closing my eyes and staying asleep, and finally passing away peacefully...

Time flies, spring passes and winter comes, and the primitive tribes in the wilderness begin to perish, while the remaining humans have developed into a new historical stage:

Several large tribes chose locations with a large number of prey and a good living environment, and set up a large number of thatched houses and stone houses. They arrested members of other tribes and used the captives as labor.

Mankind has evolved from a primitive society to a slavery society. The original ancient characters and calendars were born, and the earliest works of art appeared at the same time.

In the course of hundreds of years of changes, all the members of the primitive tribes had died long ago—except for one person.

He is still alive.

"..."

There was no sound from the dry throat, and the long-haired savage, covered in animal fur and covered in dirt, appeared in the nearest town.

Penniless and ignorant of any language, he only wandered in the town for two days before being arrested by minions sent by the slave owner and reduced to a slave responsible for carrying heavy objects.

However, the days of being locked up in a dirty prison and living with other slaves were not without gains.

He learned the language of this tribe from other slaves, and also learned to read simple words.

He has long lost his goal in life, and repeats his unchanging labor day after day. It is not so much a human being, but a tool of the slave owner.

Until one day, the young slave who lived with him in the same cell quietly awoke him in the middle of the night, clutching his shoulders firmly, and asked:

"Want to stay with us?"

"Do...what." He said a question with difficulty.

"Resist! Kill that old man, and we will be free!" The dark-skinned young man stared at him, his pupils seemed to flash with strange brilliance: "Why can he enslave us? We are going to kill him! "

"Kill..." he said slowly.

Even if he couldn't fully understand the other party's words, he still knew very well that the "old man" in the slave's mouth did not refer to himself, but to the fat slave owner.

"Revolt...?" He repeated.

"Rebel!" The dark-skinned slave nodded vigorously: "Come on together! Rebel!"

——Do you want to answer the request of the responding party?

He wanted to refuse, but when he saw the other person's eyes, he began to hesitate again.

The self from a long time ago seemed to be the same.

At that time, he was still wearing animal skins and holding a spear, hunting bison and wild boar in the wilderness. Although facing life danger every day, he has never flinched.

——How long have you not experienced the real feeling of "alive"?

He no longer remembers how long he spent in a muddle-headed manner, but the young slave standing in front of him was obviously different from himself.

-Rebellion.

Even though they were in the dirty crypt, the slaves held here still did not give up hope.

They crave for freedom, just as they crave for prey.

Thinking of this, he, who was already old, finally nodded slowly, and said the word he mastered most skillfully:

"good."

"I knew you would come!" The dark-skinned slave smiled, "I will tell you what to do! Act!"

"Okay." He continued nodding.

From that day on, the old man, who had lost everything, rekindled a glimmer of hope in his heart.

The word "resistance" was deeply imprinted in his heart and became the driving force for his survival.

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