When people do something seriously, time passes quickly. In a blink of an eye, it is late autumn and the weather starts to get colder.
After three months of practice, the knights have become more familiar with the three new weapons. At least they can use the three weapons to hunt prey such as the four-horned sheep.
The closer to winter, the red-maned Yanglie felt that the burden in his heart became heavier. The ostrich mentality could not change anything. In reality, he still had to face what he had to face, so he had to cheer up.
Xiaobai acted as if nothing was wrong, watching the knights practice every day, going hunting with the knights, telling dirty jokes to the knights, and laughing together.
Hongmane Yanglie once wondered if he had heard wrongly and whether Xiaobai had a better way.
Time passed and Xiaobai still made no move. It was obvious that he was being asked to make a choice.
In fact, Hongmane Yanglie didn't know that the god he believed in, Hongmane Liema, had secretly approached Xiaobai, hoping that Xiaobai would help them again, but Xiaobai ruthlessly refused.
In Xiaobai's view, the red-maned Yanglie was born with a heavy burden on his shoulders. He was destined to become Godot and be responsible for the tribe. The tribesmen could idle around, laugh and laugh every day, and not do their job, but Godot could not do it. He had a sense of responsibility and the ability to withstand pressure.
, these are all things Godot must have.
A weak Godot is destined to lead the tribe to destruction.
In this world that pays attention to the law of the jungle, it is normal to annex each other, especially the grassland.
The tradition of the grassland in another world is different from that of the forest. The forest also pays attention to some glory and loyalty, while the grassland pays more attention to survival. They understand that in order to survive, even betrayal is worth it.
Just after the Red Mane Liema tribe was destroyed, the tribesmen migrated almost without any regrets and merged into other tribes without any sense of guilt in their hearts.
This is the grassland, which is more cruel than the forest. The winner has everything, while the loser accepts defeat honestly.
After coming into contact with the red-maned Yanglie, Xiaobai felt that he was just a child who still had beautiful illusions about the world and was unwilling to take responsibility.
This is not the case. The Red-maned Fiery Horse tribe has fallen apart. The original tribesmen no longer believe in the Red-maned Fierce Horse. They have completely merged into other tribes.
There are only these one hundred and eighty people left. If you don't want to change and still hold on to the concept of "I won't bully others unless they bully me", then there is only a dead end.
If you look at the history of the Samsara tribe, you will know that the rise of a force definitely does not rely on simple peace, but on fighting, fierce warriors, and force is the key to ensuring everything.
On a late autumn night, with a cold wind hanging on the grassland, as if winter had already entered, Red-maned Yanglie found Xiaobai.
"Boss." Hongman Yanglie shouted, and then sat down next to Xiaobai.
"Do you understand?" Xiaobai asked calmly without looking at him, holding a grass root in his mouth.
"Is there really no other way?" Hongmane Yanglie tried his best one last time.
"No." Xiaobai said simply: "Sometimes I really feel that you are not like a grassland person, a mother-in-law and a mother, and you are not straightforward at all. Why do you think before and after?"
"I always feel that killing is a cruel thing." Red-maned Yanglie held his head and said weakly. In order to resurrect the gods, he led the knights to plunder and kill everywhere. After the gods were resurrected, he gave up.
This bloody life, hoping to return to a stable life, did not expect that it was just wishful thinking.
"Cruel?" Xiaobai sneered: "Where is it not cruel? This grassland is not cruel, what's going on with those giant insects and beasts, or if the tribes are not cruel, then what's going on with the caravans, the world has always been
Cruel, it's like a hunting ground, but you close your eyes and are unwilling to see it, deceiving yourself and making yourself think that the world is beautiful and peaceful."
Xiao Bai mercilessly lifted off the disguise, revealing the bloody reality in front of Hong Mane Yang Lie.
Red-maned Yang Lie covered his face, and after a long while, he rubbed his face fiercely and raised his head: "Boss, do you think we can really survive the winter?"
"No one can guarantee that you will all survive. If you fight, you just have hope." Xiaobai spat out the grass roots in his mouth and said nonchalantly.
"I want to live." Red-maned Yanglie took a deep breath, looked at Xiaobai, and said seriously.
"Then go kill. Stop living in your own fantasies. See the reality with your own eyes before you speak." Xiaobai patted the red-maned Yang Lie on the shoulder and ended the conversation.
The next day, Red Mane Yang Lie summoned the knights, but did not let them go hunting or practice weapons. More than a hundred people lit a fire in the camp and sat around, Xiaobai also came over.
"I came to see you today because I have something to discuss with you." Red-maned Yanglie stood in the center, looked around, hesitated for two seconds, then gritted his teeth and said.
"Gordo, if you have something to say, just say it. We are all outsiders." A red-faced knight opened his mouth and said with a smile, showing his yellow teeth. Others also agreed.
"I want to discuss with you the issue of spending the winter." Red-maned Yanglie rubbed his hands, sat on the ground, and leaned against the fire.
"Actually, if you don't tell me, we are going to ask. This winter will be very difficult. We don't have enough supplies at all. Food, animal skins, tents, and even dyes are not enough." Another knight followed, and his words attracted a lot of attention.
Hearing the whispers of the knights, this was a matter of life and death. They didn't say it in advance because they believed in Red Mane Yang Lie and Xiao Bai, but they had to have some confidence in their hearts.
Generally, in winter, grassland tribes will stop migrating, find a place to stay, survive the whole winter, and continue their nomadic life when the flowers bloom in spring.
The grassland lacks trees. In winter, when it doesn't snow, the cold wind will blow like a bone-eliminating steel knife. If it snows, it will be even more terrifying. Not only will there be a cold wind like a steel knife, but also the wind can blow like a steel knife.
A cold that freezes people into icy lumps.
"Well, I want to say, I want to say..." Red-maned Yanglie murmured and repeated, looking at the pair of expectant eyes, he suddenly couldn't speak any more, and couldn't help but look at Xiaobai for help.
Xiaobai blinked his eyes, whistled, and looked at the sky. Oh, there are flying eagles in the sky. It's so beautiful...
Red-maned Yanglie sighed, clenched his fists and said, "We may not be stationed for the winter this year, but will continue to be nomadic."
"What?!"
“Winter nomadic?”
"Gordo, are you sick? Why are you nomadic in winter?"
The knights couldn't help but panic when they heard Red Mane Yang Lie's words.