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Chapter 271: Snake, Ant and Mouse Road

Xiaobai watched the knights extorting money from a distance, and sighed deeply, your eight honors and eight shames... No, are they the eight virtues of knights?

It's embarrassing to plunder such a poor tribe.

The knights in the tribe didn't feel much. Under the command of Hongmane Yanglie, the knights rummaged through the tribe and found a lot of dried meat and some animal skins. The harvest was not much, but it was enough for them to survive.

After a while, just go to other tribes to plunder.

"Gordo, you can't take everything away, Gordo, leave some for us." When the old man saw what the knights had dug out, his face turned pale, he stepped forward and hugged the red-maned Yang Lie's legs, crying.

Xiao Bai in the distance heard the old man's cry, and the kind part in his heart was touched. He stepped forward and tried to persuade Hong Mane Yang Lie, but he stopped his feet before they even touched the ground and took them back.

He narrowed his eyes and touched his chin.

When a lion hunts a fawn, the fawn is certainly pitiful, but if someone saves the fawn, will the hungry lion be pitiful?

The law of the jungle is the law of the jungle. Every place has its own principles and laws for survival.

If it was in the forest, then Xiaobai would probably really take care of it. After all, it was his territory. He didn't want to spread truth, goodness, and beauty, but he couldn't bully the weak arbitrarily, right?

But this is a grassland, not a forest, and it is not Li Xiaobai's territory. Even if he is a true god, he cannot intervene at will and change other people's lifestyles at will.

If you want to become stronger, you cannot rely on others, you can only rely on yourself.

In addition, through Xiaobai's contacts in the past few days, he felt that the red-maned Yanglie was not the kind of villain who bullied the weak and was heinous. He asked the knights to harvest resources, and it was impossible to really eliminate the livelihood of these tribesmen.

It seems that there is still a secret inside that I don't know about.

Red-maned Yanglie looked down at the old man who was hugging his thigh and wouldn't let go, then slowly bent over and got close to the old man's ear.

"You let go now, we are leaving now. If you don't let go, there will be no way to survive." His voice was very low, only the old man and himself could hear it. Of course, no matter how low his voice was, it could not be hidden from Xiao Bai.

The ears of this true God.

After hearing what Red-maned Yanglie said, the old man trembled, let go of his hand, and watched helplessly as Red-maned Yanglie led the knights to carry away the rummaged supplies.

Originally, the old man saw that Hong-mane Yanglie was young and thought that he was inexperienced and could be bullied. However, he did not expect that Hong-mane Yanglie would not be fooled by the incompetent people here.

That's right, the supplies that Red Mane Yang Lie could dig out were not all the resources of this tribe. They also retained some of the resources for emergency use. The purpose was to fear that one day they would be plundered and the tribe would completely die out.

The supplies that can be searched outside were specially brought out by them for the purpose of losing money and eliminating disasters. They got the supplies effortlessly. Isn't it very satisfying?

Then leave quickly, kill fewer people, and give the tribe more vitality.

The supplies that can truly enable the tribe to survive have long been hidden and will not be found easily.

Small tribes also have the wisdom of small tribes, otherwise how can they survive in this chaotic grassland.

Xiaobai's face showed a true expression, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

They are all evolving, just as mice have evolved the instinct to dig holes to avoid enemies, lions have evolved sharp claws and fangs to survive, and small tribes on the grassland have also evolved the instinct to hide things in order to defend themselves against plunder.

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Under the pressure of survival, it is impossible to overstate what kind of skills you can evolve.

Red-maned Yang Lie and the knights roared over with supplies and returned to Xiao Bai.

"You are very good." Xiaobai smiled and nodded at Hongmane Yanglie.

"?" Hongman Yanglie looked at Xiaobai in confusion, wondering why Xiaobai suddenly said such a sentence.

Xiaobai's eyes glanced at the supplies on the horse. Red-maned Yanglie understood immediately, and then a surprised look appeared on his face.

But he knew that when they rushed towards the tribe just now, Xiaobai did not follow them, but just watched them from a distance. From such a long distance, Xiaobai actually knew what they were doing?

Is this the strength of the true god's warriors? It's too terrifying.

But no matter how scary he is, he is now the boss of his group. The scarier the better, the stronger the strength, the safer they will be.

"Go back?" Xiaobai looked up at the sky and said to the red-maned Yanglie. Even if they went back immediately, they would still have to go back to the Totem Tribe in the middle of the night.

"No, we can't go back now, we have to continue." Red-maned Yanglie bared his teeth and smiled.

There are not many resources plundered from small tribes, and they can barely sustain it for a while, but they can't just sit back and have nothing, so they have to continue plundering. Go back now and start again tomorrow. Wouldn't that be a waste of time?

Now they are in a race against time, betting that they can accumulate enough supplies before the food is exhausted.

Use war to support war and plunder all directions.

This is the habit of the caravan. The Red Mane Lie Horse Tribe does not often do this, but it has done it a few times. Red Mane Yang Lie has also participated in it a few times, so he is familiar with the inside.

"Are you on your way again?" Xiaobai raised his eyebrows and looked a little unhappy. Isn't it ridiculous that he would use his legs when he got to the grassland?

"How about taking a rest?" Red-maned Yanglie asked cautiously. He could understand Xiaobai. They all felt a little tired while riding horses. But this one has been running with his legs.

How tiring it is to run at the same speed as a horse, but your legs are not broken, which is great.

"Come on, no need to rest, hurry up." Xiaobai sighed, waved his hand feebly, and motioned for the knights to get on the road and move towards the next target.

Since Xiao Bai had no objection, Red-maned Yanglie did not insist. After all, they were racing against time. The more time they had, the more they would gain, and the greater their hope of survival. So they waved to the knight: "Let's go!"

The group of people once again rolled up the billowing smoke and rushed towards the distance.

Their location was far away from the next plunder target. In the evening, the knights stopped and began to set up camp and rest on the spot.

Hongmane Yanglie began to distribute the supplies. He was also generous and tried to be fair, even if what he got was similar to others.

With food, the knights feel at ease. This is the guarantee of life.

In fact, the tribesmen of small tribes do not have high requirements. As long as they have food, drink, and safety, that is enough.

The knights were roasting dried meat over the bonfire, and everyone was laughing and joking.

Xiaobai looked at these knights and couldn't help but have a smile on his face. This feeling was very good. The smile had a unique charm that would infect other people and make their mood improve unconsciously.


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