Zhang Quan told Li He that the country of 100,000 is not bragging. The base mountain tribe in Gaia's world is now booming and is not far from this goal. The food required by the group of 100,000 people on earth is at most just enough for 10,000 orcs to have enough food. Judging from the current development momentum of the tribe, this number may be reached or even exceeded in winter.

Oh, by the way, the clock in the Gaia world is somewhat different from the Earth. The sunrise and sunset here are about 27 hours. However, the winter here is more than twice the cycle of the Heavenly Dynasty on Earth. In fact, on the orc wasteland on the planet Gaia, there are only two obvious seasons in a year, summer and winter. This is common sense that Zhang Quan gradually began to deepen his understanding of this world.

The difference between the two worlds shows a slight gap in geographical environment, but just this little gap shows a huge difference in the evolutionary history of the planet. Zhang Quan still knows nothing about these things.

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The sound of the driving motor of a large mechanical conveyor belt filled with ore passed through Zhang Quan's bedroom in the tribal cave on the base, that is, the wormhole door, until the earth's warehouse there, for twenty-four hours.

In order to improve the efficiency of the transmission of iron ore in base mountain, Zhang Quan specially purchased and installed such a set of machinery from the earth to solve the current transportation bottleneck of the cross-border iron ore trade in Zhang Quan. From the early days, the average daily number of dozens of tons to the current day to nearly 1,000 tons of iron ore can be transported every day, the blood transfusion capacity of the base mountain tribe has made a qualitative leap. Moreover, in the foreseeable future, this number may continue to rise to the peak of 10,000 tons.

Of course, the time units here are all calculated based on the hours of the earth. After all, for Zhang Quan, no matter how the world in front of him is open up, the earth is his foundation.

Amid the roar of such machines, Zhang Quan got up, dressed, rinsed his teeth, washed his face, and then looked at the thermometer hanging on the wall. The indoor temperature was minus 4 degrees below 100 degrees Celsius. Well, this is the innermost temperature of the cave, and there are still many outside. After finishing his work, he walked out of the bedroom, walked through the long corridor covered with cave rooms, and walked into the hall.

The rock walls around the hall are also covered with cave rooms of all sizes, densely packed like beehives.

Nowadays, the cave at the foot of the Jidishan tribe has been excavated so that it has almost hollowed out the entire mountain. There is no way. Since its birth, the small Jidishan tribe, I'm afraid that one day, we would have welcomed so many orcs to take root here.

But even so, the cave is not enough to live in. Who makes the population of the Kedishan tribe so large?

When he walked out of the cave, a biting cold wind came towards him, which made Zhang Quan unable to help but chill, and then began to stand firm. Facing the cold wind, Zhang Quan danced and started his own health exercises.

In such cold weather, the tone could be frozen into a icy squall, but it could not stop the orcs from fighting against the sky and the earth. Well, Zhang Quan admitted that he was not thinking about it. Orcs had long been used to this kind of weather and did not take it seriously at all.

The orcs in the distance had already gotten up, working in groups of three or three, eating, and looking at their patriarch's personal uniqueness from afar. But this is not the earth, and there are no acquaintances around. As the patriarch and the people on earth who think they are higher, Zhang Quan has enough pride to ignore all this.

Obviously, from this point, it can be seen that the primitive orc tribal civilization is very rough in terms of the development and evolution of etiquette, and he has no idea of ​​being awe of the words and deeds of the superiors. Zhang Quan, who is a little dissatisfied, concluded.

He was doing his own activities on his own. Yes, I felt good. He was much better than when he first came. He had to persevere and persevere. In a short while, I would become a strong man... He thought so himself.

The human body is indeed a system with extremely strong self-regulation. From June to the end of September, in more than three months, Zhang Quan spent at least two months in Gaia. For such a long time, the huge pressure of the environment is enough to cause some spontaneous and unaware changes in the microscope of Zhang Quan's body to adapt to the world. From the beginning, it was difficult to even move around, to the current situation, it can basically move normally, and sometimes even do some decent physical work.

Even without a physical examination, Zhang Quan could imagine that this would inevitably be accompanied by a series of changes in body indicators such as the increase in bone density and increase in muscle strength.

This process is obvious. Zhang Quan himself felt that his body became stronger and stronger. He did not expect that the shameful and vulgar otaku who used to be could have such a strong body today. On the earth, there is no doubt that this kind of muscle strength strengthening gives people a great feeling and will give people a bonus for mental health.

The environment changes people, and all living things must survive under conditions that adapt to the environment. This is worthy of being the ultimate truth in the world!

After finishing the exercises in a straightforward manner, Zhang Quan started the day's activities and started to check his territory with a group of guards following behind him.

The tribe's camp has now expanded a lot, extending outward from the entrance of the cave to a few miles. According to Zhang Quan's instructions, the orcs pulled out their hands to pave the road with gravel and passed through the middle of this messy camp.

The camp is now filled with orcs who have come from all directions. The situation is very miserable, which is simply unbearable to witness. It is even worse than when Zhang Quan first met Old Kate and the others.

There are also classes among the orcs. Zhang Quan only now knows that the first class is the so-called strong war race, that is, the nobles among the orcs, the superstructure. These strong war races are all fierce and aggressive, and have strong physiques. For example, Bill and Boer, these are all considered to be of this class, with the smallest number of people.

The second class is ordinary orcs, Doug, centaurs, and sheep-headed people. There are relatively large numbers of people. They are the main body of each tribe, mainly responsible for production, and can fight at critical moments. They are the backbone of the orcs. Most of the orcs Zhang Quan saw before were this type.

As for the last one, it can't be considered orcs. Even Dougs' survival status is better than them. They are the one with the highest fertility rate and the largest population in the wasteland. Rat man is the largest race. When Zhang Quan first met these orcs completely broke his always-known impression of orcs.

The thick black hair was covered with its body, and its face was not as flat as other orc races. It basically maintained the original appearance of their ancestors. It was a disgusting long kiss, with several long beards on the side of the kiss. This was a big mouse, even its claws and a bit of fickle rat teeth were still retained, making people get goosebumps all over their bodies at a glance.

These rats, with hunched figures, less than three feet tall, with thin arms and legs, were weak at first glance, and were dirty all over. They crawled on the ground or underground. Even Doug Centaur, who were also orcs, did not associate with them, for fear of being infected with any disease, so they were far away from them. Even the camps arranged for them were alone in a camp.

But in fact, these rats are the most populous race on the wasteland. I heard that there are two rats in every three orc population. These rats are used to digging holes and living in caves, eating, drinking, defecating, etc., and you can imagine how harsh their living environment can be. Some rats in the caves have never seen the sun in their lifetime.

In fact, there are few of this race among the so-called wandering orcs. These rats are the creatures with the worst combat power in the wasteland and cannot survive independently on the wasteland. Putting them on the grassland can even destroy a litter of rats. Such a weak orc race always depends on powerful orcs to provide protection for them, so there is no need to drive them away. When it is really necessary to reduce the number of people, the nobles only need to pull them out and kill them in batches, without any concern. These rats are powerless to resist in the hands of any orc race.

But in fact, many times, these rats will not be driven away, because these rats are the most hungry creatures among the orcs. They don’t even need food to survive. They eat grass.

Can you think of a grazing orc?

Their stomachs are even more durable than the Pigs, just like the recipes of the livestock on the wasteland, and eat less than the livestock, which makes them very low in survival costs and is very cost-effective to support them. In addition, with the extremely high fertility rate, a pair of rat people can give birth to seven or eight in one nest, which creates a miracle of survival for rat people on the wasteland.

They survived and basically did not occupy food. And after too many, they could help orcs do relatively simple tasks, which could not be said to be useless. This allowed them to integrate into the main body of orc society and become the lowest class of the entire orc society. All orc races despise them, look down on them, and do not regard this race as their own race at all.

Their living conditions are the worst on the grassland.

This time, more than 500 people came to the Kedishan tribe, following their master, a small centaur tribe of hundreds of people. Because I heard that Kedishan gave food to everyone, they did not exterminate them, allowing these little creatures to survive.

When Zhang Quan saw them, dozens of these rats were pitiful, with skinny skin and bones rolling together, and on the ground, they were as smelly as pigs with pigs. Some of them were foolishly unresponsive, nestled on the ground and motionless, just as dull as pigs about to be slaughtered in the pigs. Maybe it was because of illness, but Zhang Quan couldn't see it. Others were breathing, all looking at him with big black eyes with mist. One of the rat mothers was holding a mouse in her arms. She was young and was only the size of a palm, and she was gnawing on the rhizome of a grass in her mouth, sucking there vigorously. The grass roots were still covered with scattered snow, which was obviously just dug out of the snow.

"Give them food, oh, let them drink porridge first, and have some greasy stomachs, and make some porridge with some grain! Give them food, give them drinks, and raise them for me. This, no matter how you say, it's a life!"

Zhang Quan's heart was a little incoherent.

But Zhang Quan had to admit that in terms of the image of the rat people, it was difficult for him to regard them as a wise species. If you pity them and give them food, maybe it is more because of the kind of compassion that humans on Earth would develop even when facing pets!
Chapter completed!