Falling into the Cretaceous

Shen Ye gave a bitter smile.

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid enough to think that this pistol is invincible. It can't take down agile savages, the bullets are slow to reload, and it takes a lot of force to pull the trigger. After firing one shot, I might already be stabbed to death by a spear."

Shen Ye said to Cui Zhengxi.

Cui Zhengxi breathed a slight sigh of relief. After all, no one had an obligation to risk saving unrelated people, especially since she was already living such a difficult life.

Shen Ye patted Cui Zhengxi on the shoulder.

"I'm going back to rest for a while. When it's time for lunch, I'll have Ningbo come and wake me up."

After Shen Ye finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the cabin.

He didn't want to tell anyone about the invasion of the savage tribe for the time being, because once it started, it would mean that the real killing was about to begin.

Although they were savages, they were still human beings.

Killing them all, men, women, and children, is an act that completely contradicts one's values ​​and humanity, especially for someone who has received long-term moral and peace education.

However, there are two advantages to invading a tribe: a better living environment and the possibility of rescuing all the other survivors, which can be considered a good deed.

However, the burden brought by the killings could not be avoided.

Back in the cabin, I lay down on a chair.

Shen Ye closed his eyes for a long time, his mind was in turmoil, and he tossed and turned, unable to fall asleep.

Everyone outside is busy with their own things.

The top of the cabin was covered with a lot of tree pith, which was evaporating moisture little by little, causing the temperature inside the cabin to drop slightly. Lying inside was actually quite comfortable, at least much more comfortable than working outside.

Engineer Deng found a soft spot and started digging a mud pit.

As the head of the logistics team, Ning Yan led her team to collect firewood.

The firewood had been piled up like a small hill.

Mike, along with some strong men, dragged the body back to the spot where it had been burned last time, piled up firewood again, and began burning the body once more.

Three children are collecting bushes that the adults have cut down and feeding two dinosaurs.

Those two dinosaurs defecated on the rocks.

The children pinched their noses as they poured wood ash into the feces, which actually didn't smell bad; it was more like cow dung.

Everyone found something to do.

Only Shen Ye was free.

No one would be envious if Shen Ye was idle. They would even think that he must be talking to God in his dreams again, receiving God's guidance on how to lead everyone to survive!

After all, Shen Ye had saved everyone many times.

Given this undeniable fact, it's hard for those Europeans and Americans not to believe that Shen Ye is some kind of savior sent down by God.

Except for those Asians who are absolute materialists.

Shen Ye lay there for fifteen minutes, but couldn't fall asleep, so he simply got up.

He walked out of the cabin and went to the tail section. Now that the seriously wounded were gone, it had become a warehouse for storing supplies.

He Yun and several other members became guards to protect the supplies.

Upon seeing Shen Ye arrive, they all greeted him respectfully.

Shen Ye nodded.

"Give me those ropes on the savage, the kind with lots of knots."

Shen Ye said to one of the white men.

The white man was not tall, about 1.7 meters, and was rather thin with deep-set eyes and messy blond hair.

"Here it is!"

The thin white man took out the ropes and handed them to Shen Ye.

Shen Ye took them; the quantity was still the same.

He Yun then leaned closer and asked with some curiosity.

"Shen Ye, what's the point of having these ropes?"

"These are ropes used by the savage tribe for recording information. I can use these knots to learn about their tribe... Anyway, I'll just take a look out of boredom."

Shen Ye pursed his lips and took the rope as he walked out of the tail section.

He Yun followed.

"It says on the drone that another plane went missing three months ago. Could it have also crashed into this era? The savage leader's walkie-talkie might have come from that plane. If there are any survivors, they may have already been captured by them."

"So what?"

Shen Ye said irritably.

"Shen Ye, we can't just sit idly by. They might still be alive and being treated brutally by the savages..." He Yun said, her eyes red.

"Dr. He, some things are not as simple as you think. I will consider this matter."

Shen Ye shook his head and said.

He Yun pursed her lips, but she still followed Shen Ye to the main engine room.

"Shen Ye, you have saved everyone many times. I know you are not the kind of cold-blooded and heartless person. If possible, I hope you can go and save them... If you need me to go, I can go with you."

He Yun said very firmly.

"I said I would consider it."

Shen Ye spoke patiently.

Shen Ye could understand He Yun. She wasn't a hypocrite; she was a genuine saint. If she could, she would truly be the kind of person who would sacrifice herself to save others.

But she probably didn't realize that saving lives is one thing, but killing people requires real courage.

Killing the savage chieftain was for self-preservation; there was no psychological burden involved.

But this time it's a massacre!

To invade their homes.

Even though it might save some people who are unrelated to you, the psychological burden still exists.

Shen Ye punched the seat.

He closed his eyes and calmed down for a moment before recovering.

He laid out the ropes inside the cabin, separating them into individual sections.

To understand the meaning of these knots, the first thing to know is the knots that represent numbers. In addition, there are knots that represent events.

As an archaeology graduate, Shen Ye not only understands paleontology and paleobotany, but also some sociology and warfare of primitive society.

This knot-based record-keeping falls under one academic category; they studied the knot-based record-keeping system of the "Inca Chip".

Although there may be some discrepancies, the logic is roughly the same.

For example, red represents blood, and blood represents battle and war, so a red rope inevitably represents war, while black represents death, and yellow represents tribute, spoils of war, and other supplies.

Then comes the number knot.

These are not difficult. First, you need to understand how the basic unit "1" is structured.

Then there's the basic unit "10".

Finally, there's the rarely used unit "100".

Once you understand these three basic units, reading knotted records becomes as easy as preschool math.

Shen Ye understood the knot in just a few minutes.

The red knot in the rope, which records the war, clearly records the battle three months ago, including how many people died, how many prisoners were captured, how many women, and how many children were involved—all in perfect detail.

Shen Ye held the knotted ropes, his hands trembling slightly.

He took a deep breath and tossed the knot aside, pretending he hadn't seen it.