In the smoke of the apocalypse, special soldier Chen Ye learned the last lesson: he doesn't need a reason to live, he only needs a method.
When he opened his eyes again, he traveled back to the Yellow River Basin four thousand years ago. There are no dynasties here, only scattered tribes; there is no history, only the fear passed down by mouth - every sixty years, the drought demon will wake up from the ground, the rivers will dry up and the land will crack until it has devoured enough lives before falling asleep again.
The tribe's shaman said that it was a punishment from heaven, and he could only offer sacrifices and pray for it.
Chen Ye looked at the broken military tablet in his hand, which contained the last geological exploration data and engineering manuals of the apocalypse. When others knelt down to pray, he was measuring the terrain; when the priests were slaughtering cattle and sheep, he was calculating the flow of underground rivers.
This time, Drought Demon no longer faced a kneeling prey.
But someone who can use diversion canals to dig holes for it, use landslides to bury it, and use the manpower of the entire tribe to set death traps for it - apocalyptic survivors.
