As he took the dagger, Sang Pu could not help but feel excited. He turned the dagger over and over, admiring it like it was a treasure. Sang Ling, who was beside him, was staring at the dagger in Sang Pu's hand.
It's just a dagger, is there a need to be so dramatic? Ye Chong was puzzled.
Seeing Ye Chong's confusion, the village head explained on their behalf, "Haha, Ye, please don't be offended. It's the first time they've seen a metal weapon, so they were a little surprised. Pu, let me have a look. "
Sang Pu hurriedly passed the dagger in his hand to the village chief.
"What exquisite craftsmanship!" The village head could not help but compliment, "It's sharp, sturdy and tensile, much better than bitterwood. Pu, bring me a bitterwood spear. "
Sang Pu walked to a corner of the room, where a few of the wooden spears that Ye Chong had seen before were placed. Sang Pu took two of them. Seeing Ye Chong's curious expression, he smiled and passed one to Ye Chong.
He studied the bitterwood spear in his hand. Each bitterwood spear was about two meters long, and was just thick enough to hold in his hand. Ye Chong twisted it slightly, and the bitterwood spear only bent into half. The expected scene of the spear breaking did not happen. The tip of the spear was polished to an extreme sharpness. The body of the spear was engraved with spiral patterns, as if they were natural.
Ye Chong was surprised. What a sturdy wooden spear. What interested him the most was the spiral patterns on the spear's body. It was completely aerodynamic. When thrown, the spear would spin at high speed in the air. This would not only increase the spear's penetrative power, but also stabilize its flight.
Ye Chong did not expect such a sophisticated design on such a primitive weapon, and he was very interested.
The village head took one of the bitterwood spears from Sang Pu. With a light swing, the spear, which was about five centimeters in diameter, was easily cut in half.
Other than Ye Chong, everyone's eyes lit up. "Impressive!"
"It's just like the legends!" The village head wiped the edge of the dagger and muttered to himself. The rest of the people looked at the dagger in the village head's hand in dismay.
Ye Chong was puzzled. Legends? Daggers should be a very common thing, so what's there to fuss about? In terms of design, there was nothing commendable about this dagger. It was exactly the same as the dagger that Gu Shaoze had given him. Gu Shaoze may be a genius in mechanics, but he was not an expert in weaponry. The design of the dagger was terrible in Ye Chong's eyes. It was just that Ye Chong was used to this dagger, and he did not bother to change it.
From a design point of view, compared to the Bitter Spear, this dagger was a defective product.
After a while, it was Sang De who recovered first, as he smiled apologetically at Ye Chong, "Ye, sorry for the embarrassment. I've lived for so many years, and this is the first time I've seen a metal weapon. It's exactly as my ancestors said. "
First time seeing it? No matter how primitive a tribe was, it was impossible for them to not have metal weapons! Moreover, judging from the seven mechs in the ancestral hall, even though the smelting process was a little outdated, how could a mech of this size not be able to produce even a metal dagger?
Ye Chong could not help but ask, "Don't you have any metal weapons?"
Sang De looked at Sang Pu and Sang Ling, who were still in a daze, and spoke slowly, "No. Back then, our ancestors had migrated here to avoid the disaster, and experienced many difficulties along the way. Back then, there were 1,700,000 of us, and only 50,000 of us made it here safely. "
Sang De's expression was sorrowful as he continued, "The disaster was too sudden, and our ancestors did not have much time to prepare. According to the records, mechs had just been invented, and our Sang family had the largest mech clan in the He Yue galaxy, with 3000 mech pilots. Back then, mech piloting was not a mature profession, and the clan leader was under a lot of pressure for the sake of this mech squad. However, quite a number of people believe that mechs represent the future of technology. "
Sang De's voice was low, as if he was narrating an ancient legend. Everyone's attention was drawn to him, even Ye Chong listened attentively.
"Back then, while the disaster was sudden, the clan leader did not make any mistakes in his preparations. All the information, from the most basic smelting of metals to the core technology of the Sang family, were recorded in the chip. To prevent the loss of technology due to the user's death, the chip had recorded 300 copies. The entire mech clan consisted of 3000 people, and on average, 10 of them had a chip. Almost everyone believed that with so many chips, it would not be a problem to preserve one or two copies. After all, back then, the Sang family was one of the four most prosperous aristocratic families in the He Yue galaxy. Back then, the Sang family's mech clan was the strongest force in the entire He Yue galaxy. Everyone thought that this kind of preparation should be foolproof. Even if we were to move to a foreign place, with these technologies, the Sang family would be able to rise again. "
The pain on Sang De's face deepened, his voice trembling a little. "I didn't expect that the accident would still happen."
"At the time, the only entrance out of the He Yue galaxy was already broken. Left with no choice, the clan leader led the entire clan into the giant asteroid belt. Who would have thought that there would be such a terrifying Red Mist Sea in this asteroid belt? "
"Red Sea?" Sang Ling could not help but ask. It was the first time she heard of the clan's secrets.
"Yes, the Red Sea." Sang De said, "It was a vast void, filled with thick red mist, like a boundless ocean. The ancestors called it the Red Sea. "
Ye Chong was intrigued. Wasn't that the red mist where he and Mu got separated?
"No one expected that there would be countless dangers hidden within this beautiful red mist. Under the interference of the red mist, all the radars were disabled. Everyone lost their way in the red mist. Many of the clan members got separated. Who knew, that was just the beginning. "
"The red mist was very sensitive to metal. When they reached the center of the red mist, the mist grew thicker. Almost all the ships were entangled by the red strands. To cut off the strands, almost all the mechs were sent out. Unexpectedly, as soon as the mechs flew out of the hatch, they were immediately surrounded by countless red threads, wrapping themselves tightly around them. Everyone on the ship saw it with their own eyes. Some of the mechs were swallowed by the endless strands in a split second. "
"I see," Ye Chong realized. So when the red mist reached a certain concentration, it would be sensitive to metal. No wonder the Coxcomb was entangled by the strands. It seemed that Han Jia was made of skeletons, which saved his life.
Ye Chong could not help but worry about Mu and Shang. Mu and Shang were also made of metal. It was a pity that he had lost contact with them. If only he could tell Mu about this, he would definitely be able to solve the problem. But …
Ye Chong smiled bitterly. He took a few deep breaths and put the thought away.
"Then how did you escape?" He asked suddenly.
Sang De explained, "Most of them escaped in the lifeboats. The lifeboats were not made of metal to reduce the weight. But I don't know what they were made of. There were a hundred thousand people who escaped, but only 15 mech pilots. These mech pilots were injured at the time and did not participate in the operation, so they were lucky enough to survive. However, due to the lack of food and water, many people died along the way. When we arrived here, the Sang family was left with a pitiful fifty thousand people. There were only seven mech pilots left, and all of them did not have chips. Since they were injured and did not receive proper treatment, they all died soon after. So we had to start from the most primitive point. Among the fifty thousand survivors, there were a few scientists. However, when we first arrived here, the gravity was high, and there were ferocious beasts everywhere. Our survival was not guaranteed. In the first month, twenty thousand people died of starvation or sickness. The physique of the scientists is relatively weak. They couldn't withstand it and all died. "
As he spoke, Sang De could not help but sigh, feeling rather sad. Sang Pu and Sang Ling were dumbfounded. Ye Chong finally understood why this place was so primitive.
"These scientists wrote down all their insights before they died, but I didn't expect that no one could learn them. Most of those who survived under such harsh conditions were Grandmasters of Combat with strong physiques. Without any foundation, they could not understand such profound knowledge. These scientists wanted to pass down their best knowledge before they died, but they did not write down any basic knowledge. That's why this happened. "Sang De's words were filled with helplessness.
Sang Pu and Sang Ling were silent.
Ye Chong nodded in understanding. Indeed, no matter the field, without a foundation, high-end knowledge was like a book from the heavens to the average person. The more advanced the knowledge, the more so.
It was no wonder that the villagers were still using such primitive weapons. Even in such a harsh environment, they could still survive here, and continue to grow. Ye Chong could not help but feel respect for them.
Suddenly, Ye Chong remembered himself on the trash planet, fighting alone to survive. It was so similar!
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