I sell Coke in the doomsday

A young man roared and kicked towards my lower body. I reached out and easily grabbed the young man's right leg. Then, I grabbed the leg with both hands and swung the young man directly towards the crowd as if I were a stick.

After a few consecutive muffled thuds, I wiped out a large number of the group of young people. I threw the young man aside and sighed sincerely.

“It’s been a pleasure working with you.”

I didn't kill any people. Except for the one whose genitals I kicked, the others were fine.

But I didn’t see the middle-aged man among the young people with bruised faces and noses. It seemed that when the man realized something was wrong, he ran away alone.

That's right, why should archers play close combat?

I had no idea about the middle-aged man's background, nor did I know where to pursue him, so I simply skipped the question.

Next, I have to find a way to drive away the group of zombies below.

I picked up the bow and arrow on the ground, picked up an arrow, put the bowstring on it, and aimed at the zombies on the ground. As I said, I have never killed a zombie since the end of the world.

There are many reasons, but the most important one is that I seem to have always been under the protection of zombies. Without them, I would not be able to live so well.

I have never felt any malice from zombies, but I am always driven forward by the malice of humans.

After a moment, I sighed, pointed the arrows at the group of bruised young men, and said coldly.

"Run, the slowest person will be eaten by the zombies."

Hearing this, the group of young men looked at me in astonishment, without any reaction. While they were still stunned, an arrow shot out instantly, with a hint of coldness, and nailed a young man between his legs, almost brushing his pants and nailing him to the ground.

The young man's face turned pale in an instant, and he looked as if he was about to die. The others also twitched their eyes and their faces turned indescribable.

I slowly pulled out another arrow, put it on the string, and spoke to this group of young people in a friendly manner.

"Run, boys."

Hearing this, a young man stood up tremblingly and said in a trembling voice.

"If so many people run together, they will be discovered by the zombies below."

I pinched the bowstring, narrowed my eyes slightly, and said to them with a smile.

"So, you have to run faster."

"To survive."

"Now, I'll count to three. If you don't run away, I'll shoot you and throw you into the zombie swarm."

"The effect is the same anyway."

"three."

As soon as the first number came out, the young men stood up with horror on their faces and started running to the right.

I held the bowstring, moved my body in the direction they were running, and then released the bowstring.

The arrow flew out instantly, pierced through the falling leaves, and nailed to a tree not far from them.

Boom! The tail of the arrow swayed slightly, and the sound forced the group of young people to speed up a bit. The sound of their running finally attracted the attention of the zombies.

"Ugh!!"

The zombies just let out a low growl, and then chased after them excitedly. Soon, both the group of young people and the group of zombies were gone.

Seeing this, I picked up another arrow and this time aimed at the group of people hanging on the tree.

At this time, there were only four people left, and the other six had fallen to the ground, and only their skeletons were left.

Boom! An arrow flew through the air and hit a rope accurately. The man on the tree fell down.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Three more arrows rang out, and the remaining three people also successfully fell to the ground.

I put away my bow and arrow, picked up a fairly full quiver, jumped down from the wooden box, played with an arrow in my hand, and walked towards the four men step by step.

The four men did not have expressions of surviving a disaster. Instead, they looked at me with fear, and the same was true for the young girl who had been begging before.

I walked slowly to the four people, holding the sharp arrow. The young girl's eyes were covered with a layer of mist, and she pleaded in a hoarse voice.

"Don't... don't kill me."

I rolled my eyes and walked behind the girl, cut the rope with an arrow, and freed her.

Next, I cut the ropes of the remaining three people and rescued them as well.

However, what surprised me was that after the four people were rescued, except for the young girl, the other three, after a brief moment of joy, began to sob quietly with despair on their faces.

This puzzled me greatly, so I squatted in front of the four people and asked curiously.

"Why are you crying? Aren't you saved?"

Hearing this, the three people just kept crying and had no intention of answering me. Instead, the young girl wiped her muddy face and whispered to me.

"Because even if we were saved, we wouldn't be able to survive."

"Go back to the base. The Reformed Church will kill us. Outside, the zombies will eat us."

"No matter how you think about it, we don't have much time left."

So that's how it is. This situation can indeed make people feel desperate, but at the same time, I also became a little curious about the young girl.

"Then why aren't you afraid? The way you begged for mercy just now doesn't seem like someone who is not afraid of death."

However, the girl looked at me straight with burning eyes.

"Because you will save us."

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Chapter 94: Extreme Anti-Intellectualism

"Because you will save us."

When she said this, the girl looked determined and had a confidence that I couldn't understand. Her words seemed to remind the three people next to her. The three who were still sobbing immediately stopped crying and looked over with expectation.

Facing the expectant eyes of these four people, I couldn't help but have a headache. Saving these three people was out of habit and I didn't think too much about it. What's more, I was an outsider and didn't understand their situation at all. How could I know how to settle them?

After thinking about it, I sat down on the ground, rubbed my forehead, and asked the young girl.

"Can you tell me first why you were hanged on a tree by those lunatics?"

Hearing this, the young girl's eyes flashed with surprise, with an expression that said "You don't know anything?" She hesitated for a moment, and her previous blind confidence in me diminished a little, but she still spoke to me honestly.

"Because of our last name."

"Last name?"

"Yes, five years ago, the leader classified the Zhang family as a low-class family, used as slaves and sacrifices."

"..."

I seem to have underestimated the anti-intellectualism of Reformed Christianity. Although people back then always jokingly called religion a stumbling block to the development of civilization, no one thought that in the extreme environment of the end times, religion has become a Tiger tank on the road to the development of civilization, blocking the middle of the road, not only preventing people from moving forward, but also forcing them to retreat.

Reformed Christianity is different from all the religions I have encountered before. Previous religions were just tools for rulers to rule ordinary people, but the current Reformed Christianity is completely a terrifying beast, completely irrational, and ready to devour anyone it chooses.

"You said... sacrifice, what is that?"

Hearing this, the girl stretched out her hands, rubbed her face, exhaled slowly, and said a little tiredly.

"Every autumn, the leader will preside over an autumn sacrifice. The content of the sacrifice is very simple."

"We will count the food for the year, sing and dance, celebrate for a day, and then select ten sacrifices from among the poor people."

"These ten sacrifices will be sent here, just like today, and the rope will be shot through with arrows so that the sacrifices can be eaten by zombies."

"The sacrifice is now complete."

I listened quietly to what the girl said, my brows twisted like a knot. This barbaric celebration sounded more like primitive religion. No wonder it was so anti-intellectual.

Besides, I had another question, so I asked the girl.

"According to the time, it's not the time for autumn harvest yet, so why is the autumn festival brought forward?"

The girl looked normal. There was no anger or resentment in her expression. Only obvious numbness appeared. She spoke calmly as if she was chatting casually.

"They are here to practice today."

"The Autumn Festival requires that there cannot be any mistakes, so during this period of time, they will use us as training."

Why could this girl say such a ridiculous thing in such a calm tone?

I looked at the girl with complicated eyes and asked her softly.

"You...will you not resist? Are you going to die for such a ridiculous reason?"

The young girl shook her head slightly and said woodenly.

"What's the point? It will just make you die faster."

"What can we get in exchange for our lives?"

I was stunned when I heard this, and I didn't know how to answer for a moment. Dignity? Not everyone is willing to sacrifice their life for dignity.

"Won't you be angry?"

Hearing this, the girl raised her little face with a blank look in her eyes, as if it was difficult for her to understand the meaning of the word "anger".

Seeing this, I couldn't help but raise my voice a few notches and continued.

"Don't you think it's ridiculous? Just because of your last name, you are inferior to others."

"Being a slave, being bullied, suppressed, and being slaughtered at will?"

"You...really don't feel angry? Even just a little bit."

Hearing this, the girl just lowered her head, gently stroked the soil with her fingers, and whispered helplessly.

"It doesn't matter, as long as I can survive."

"Moreover, according to the leader, we are guilty and we deserve all this."

I gritted my teeth and looked at the girl in front of me, feeling a little powerless.

There is nothing wrong with wanting to live. It is the instinct of all living things. What really makes me angry is that these people in front of me actually think they are guilty just because of a surname and a mentally ill leader.

In fact, I know why the Reformed Church would do such a thing.

In a stronghold like this where there are so many people, food is bound to be in short supply, so the Reformed Church holds the so-called Autumn Festival, labeling many people in the stronghold as bad people in order to reduce the population.

In this era, strongholds with too high a population density are bound to have a hard time, especially if there is an extremely extravagant religion.

However, I doubt whether Zhao Yi in Song Mingtao's notes has such an IQ. Is he a mascot, or someone else is actually in charge?

As I thought about it, I said to the four people.

"Get up, let me think about how to settle you."

Hearing this, the four of them looked at each other and stood up obediently, while I was still racking my brains over how to accommodate these four people.

This area is quite unfamiliar to me, and it is not realistic to take everyone with me. I can sleep outdoors in the wilderness without being attacked by zombies, but these four people certainly can't do that.

I thought about it over and over but still couldn't find a suitable solution. Just when I was having a headache, one of the four people suddenly spoke weakly.

"How about... let's go back to the base."

After these words were spoken, several people, including me, looked at that person sideways with a look of surprise.

Seeing this, the man became even more nervous and spoke in a low voice.

"I mean, go back as a gladiator."

Gladiators...what the hell is this?

As if seeing my confusion, the boy explained to me.

"During the Autumn Festival, the most important event is the death match."

"The bishops in the church would send out their own captive gladiators to fight to the death with other people's gladiators."

"Becoming a gladiator can forgive all sins, as long as you follow the bishop's wishes."

For a moment, I didn’t know what to say, I just felt like I had come to a strange and bizarre world.

The boy mentioned the bishop... That stronghold is so huge, can there be such a clear hierarchy of power?

There's even bullshit like gladiator fights to the death.

I began to suspect that the Reformed Church's destruction of firearms was not anti-intellectualism, but rather similar to what Qin Shihuang did.