The knights thought that the winter would be very difficult, after all, the time they spent was there, but they didn't expect that the red-maned Yanglie would go nomadic in the winter. This was purely an act of seeking death.
No matter how nomadic you are in winter, the grass has dried up and it is difficult to find any horse feed. It is even more difficult to see the herd of animals. No matter how brave you are, it will be useless.
Migrating tribes in winter is more dangerous, so it is better to find a place to settle down, preferably near the totem pole.
The knights could not understand the thoughts of the red-maned Yang Lie at all, and all of them had surprise and confusion on their faces.
Red-maned Yang Lie also had a bitter look on his face. He didn't want to, but what could he do? This is what the boss meant.
Even if he could sort out the tribes in the entire grassland, he would not get a lot of resources. Unless he ruthlessly wiped out all the tribes in the grassland and used their supplies to survive the winter, there would be no point.
The Red-maned Fierce Horse Tribe was originally a small tribe, and the resources in the pasture were naturally not that rich. Needless to say, the tribes who lived in this pasture basically lived one day at a time. If they didn't die in any winter,
A population of one is considered a miracle.
"Quiet!" Red-maned Yanglie raised his hand and pressed down, but the effect was not great. The knights were still shouting and refused to stop.
"Quiet!" Xiao Bai opened his mouth and shouted, which made the knights' ears ringing and their eyes straightened. Not to mention shouting, even their brains were about to be shouted out.
Red-maned Yanglie glanced at Xiaobai gratefully, and then said to the knights: "We must go nomadic in the winter and leave the pasture, otherwise we will all die."
Not only do you want to be nomadic, but you also need to leave the pasture?
The more you talk about it, the less reliable it becomes, and the more you talk about it, the bigger the problem becomes.
The faces of the knights who had recovered became even more ugly. The pasture was safe, but the outside was unsafe. This was something they had known since childhood.
"Gordo, just tell me what you are thinking." Someone finally couldn't help it anymore and said to the red-maned Yanglie.
"Okay, let me tell you." Red-maned Yanglie stood up from the ground, patted the sticky grass clippings, and said, "We lack supplies for the winter. If we stay in the pasture, we will not be able to survive this winter at all.
You all know the situation of other tribes in the grassland. Instead of going to get their supplies, it is better to leave the grassland and search elsewhere. The outside world is very vast. Why should we limit our sights to our own grassland? It is not worth the loss.
What?"
"But we have too few people. What can we do with just these people?" A knight looked around and said dejectedly.
"The small number of people is indeed our shortcoming, but it is also our strength." Hongzong Yanglie said seriously: "It is precisely because there are few people that it is easier for us to hide. It is also because there are few people that we need more supplies."
It doesn’t take much and it’s easier to supply.”
The knights thought about it after the reminder from Red Mane Yang Lie, and it seemed to make sense. The food and drink expenses needed for a hundred and eighty people were indeed different from the food and drink expenses for thousands of people, and they were easier to feed.
"Also, we are all knights who are good at fighting. There are no old, weak, sick or disabled among us, and there are no women or children. We have fighting ability, but no burdens. It is easier to survive than other tribes." Red Mane Yanglie.
Seeing the knights lowering their heads to ponder, he quickly said while the iron was hot.
Hey, so to speak, my advantage is quite obvious. It seems that I have a head start. Many knights' eyes lit up and they looked at the red-maned Yanglie with burning eyes.
"But there is still a problem. There are no divine warriors among us. We are just ordinary tribesmen warriors." Suddenly someone remembered the divine warriors and said to the red-maned Yanglie with a sad face.
"Don't we know how to fight without the divine warriors? Do we deserve to starve to death without the divine warriors?" When the red-maned Yanglie heard these depressing words, he couldn't help but stare.
"I didn't say that either." The knight who spoke in front muttered, lowered his head and said nothing.
"The divine warriors are also human beings, they are just better. It does not mean that we are inferior to them. Sooner or later, we will all become divine warriors!" Red-maned Yanglie encouraged: "We are even better than them.
Be stronger, because we have more powerful weapons. Have you ever seen any tribe equipped with spears, bows and arrows, and long knives like us? Isn’t this our advantage? Can’t we defeat the divine warriors?”
The words of the red-maned Yang Lie pierced the hearts of the knights. It is true that the divine warriors are strong, but are we really weak?
For more than half a year, we have been training, spears, bows and arrows, long knives, which weapon is weaker. Although we are not proficient yet, we can already hunt.
People in the grasslands have simple ideas, and their materials are scarcer than those in the forest, so their equipment is much simpler. The best equipment most people use is the half-moon knife.
The knights of the Red Mane Horse Tribe were also like this, and they even felt that the half-moon knife was the best weapon.
It wasn't until Xiaobai gave them spears, bows and arrows and long knives that they realized, ah, there are so many kinds of weapons in the world, and they are more useful than the half-moon knife.
Especially after half a year of training, they feel more deeply and no longer think that the half-moon knife is the best weapon.
This is a change in thinking. The knight's spear, the royal saber, and the bow and arrow are all weapons more suitable for cavalry than the half-moon sword.
The power of the god warriors of the grassland lies in their mounts. They are just powerful people. They will hurt if they are cut down, and they will die if they are shot.
If they were still holding half-moon knives, the knights might not have the confidence to fight against those divine warriors, but not anymore. They have spears, bows and arrows, and long knives. There is nothing they dare not fight against.
Originally, the grassland people were very wild, but when they were reminded by the red-maned Yanglie, the knights thought about it, their eyes lit up, and three voices were thinking in their heads: Do it! Do it! Do it!
If you don't care about life and death, do it if you don't accept it!
Especially what Red Mane Yang Lie said about becoming a divine warrior hit their g-spot.
The grassland people are barbaric and martial. Who doesn't want to become a god warrior? It is an honor and a symbol of power. Naturally, everyone wants to become a god warrior if they have the opportunity.
"Do it!" A tall, powerful knight suddenly stood up, his red face full of excitement, and roared while waving his fists.
"Nomadic is nomadic, let's do it!"
"We are really capable of killing each other, let's fuck them!"
"Do it! Do it! Do it!"
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With the knight's words, the other knights stood up one after another and cheered loudly.
Red-maned Yanglie looked at the knights who had put aside their fear and stood up one after another. A smile appeared on his face and he raised his fist high: "Do it!"
Xiaobai also had a smile on his face, as if he saw a group of young wolves baring their fangs.