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Chapter 324

At noon in the wilderness, although the sun shines tenaciously on the earth through the thin clouds, the wilderness always makes people feel gray and depressed.

The knights breathed in the air that smelled of mud and algae, lit a fire, spread several pieces of animal skins on the ground, and rested on the spot, biting the dry and hard meat in silence.

When they are in the pasture, eating every day is the happiest time for the knights. They will shout and tell all kinds of jokes, carefree.

After arriving in the wilderness, experiencing killing, life and death, they began to become silent, unwilling to make too much noise even when eating.

The barbarian tribesmen in the wilderness are very sensitive to sounds. If they still laugh as much as they did in the pasture, they will attract many enemies. The knights do not dare to do this kind of experiment. It is a matter of risking their lives.

But even in the wilderness, eating is a rare rest time for knights.

They are very tired, fighting with high intensity, and have no way to sleep peacefully. Although they have enough food, they are very depressed mentally. They need to relax, but in the wilderness, who dares to really relax?

Only then did they realize how good the pasture was and how good the caravan was. At least they could rest peacefully in the pasture without fear of being suddenly attacked.

"Boss, this can't go on. Brothers can't hold on any longer." Red-maned Yanglie came to Xiaobai's side and said dullly. A scar penetrated from his left face to his right face, eliminating all the scars he once had.

Childish, looking full of masculinity.

Xiaobai counted the time with his fingers, nodded, and said to the red-maned Yanglie: "Tell them that we will last for another half month or so. In addition to supplies, we will leave a group of people, and then we will prepare to return to the pasture."

"It will take another half a month?" Red-maned Yanglie's face turned bitter. He turned to look at the silent knights, then turned back and said in frustration: "Boss, ten days, can ten days be enough? We have enough supplies. Ma

It’s almost too much to carry, and so much has been thrown away, how much more do we need?”

"Crack!"

Xiaobai slapped the red-maned Yanglie on the back of the head and said with anger: "Can you have a little ambition? This little thing is enough? What are the brothers fighting for? I really think it is to survive the winter. If it is just for

We can go back ten days early for the winter, so why bother spending time here!"

"It's not to survive the winter, then why?" Red-maned Yanglie looked at Xiaobai in confusion. Isn't the purpose of their "nomadic" just to survive the winter? Is there any other meaning in it?

"Hey..." Xiaobai glared at the red-maned Yanglie with hatred, raised his head and said firmly: "For the tribe! Orcs don't have to... Bah, it's just for the tribe!"

emmmmm... I almost said it out of hand. I don't know why when talking about tribes, I always think of orcs who will never be slaves. Xiaobai's face turned a little red.

"Boss, what are you going to say next?" Red-maned Yanglie asked with his eyes wide open. He seemed to have heard the boss talking about orcs or something.

"Nothing, you heard wrong!" Xiaobai glanced at Hongman Yanglie and said arrogantly.

"Oh oh oh, I understand, but we have enough supplies now. Isn't this also for the tribe?" Red-maned Yanglie brought the topic back.

"Is the tribe just relying on our few people?" Xiaobai looked at the red-maned Yanglie.

"No, it's not enough." Red-maned Yang Lie lowered his head. The current population of the Red-maned Lie Horse Tribe is indeed a little smaller.

"Then we have to find a way to increase the population. In the next half month, we will get some people and take them with us to the pasture! Whether they are slaves or tribal people, we have to take some people with us."

Bai said matter-of-factly.

"Then why didn't we grab some people before?" Hongzong Yanglie was confused. It's been a month, and they have plenty of opportunities to grab people.

"Stupid, I've seen the people here, and they all rely on their legs. Do you think anyone can be as fast as me? Can they keep up with the speed of your horse? Before, we were for plunder and needed speed. Now we want to

We are ready to go home, so naturally we can take it a little slower." Xiaobai rolled his eyes and explained.

Oh, the boss is still smart, Hong-maned Yanglie called Xiaobai in his heart, and finally got a wave.

It may not be reliable to plunder people from the wilderness and become tribesmen, but it is quite good to become slaves.

Red-maned Yanglie ran to the knights and told them what Xiaobai meant.

The knights did not cheer, but their eyes were bright and shining. They thought that their pasture was almost dying.

Although it only lasted for more than a month, they experienced too many lives and deaths in this month, and how many times they thought they could not go back.

This period of time in the wilderness will keep them in mind, and at the same time they will become more convinced of Xiaobai. There is a high probability that they can survive because of Xiaobai's existence.

Xiaobai taught them new weapons and discipline, and even when they were seriously injured, the boss would personally hunt the giant beasts and heal them.

This makes the knights feel that they are not following the wrong person. There is no regrets in following such a boss.

They can realize that they have grown up, their physical fitness has become much stronger, and their hearts have become more ferocious. Without experiencing life and death, they will never have this ferocity.

How can I put it, they feel like they used to be children who laughed and laughed every day, but now they have grown into adults.

The sound of horse hooves was heard not far away, startling the knights who were eating. They put down the dried meat in their hands, touched the long knives at hand, raised their heads warily, and looked in the direction of the sound.

The sound of horse hooves may not necessarily be one of our own, but may also be warriors from other tribes in the caravan. This is a wilderness and no one will obey the rules. Even if they are also part of the caravan, they will fight each other.

If you die in the wilderness, as long as you are not left alive, there will be no punishment from the caravan.

The sound of hoofbeats was approaching, and a red horse galloped towards them. The knights relaxed slightly, it must be one of their own.

When the rider approached, several knights came to the horse and reined in the horse.

The man on horseback got down from the top, walked quickly to the fire, grabbed a piece of dried meat and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he put his hand close to the flame to warm himself. Running all the way, he felt like he was about to be frozen.

Stiff.

The red-maned Yanglie pushed the knight away and walked to the side of the horseman. With a murderous look on his face, he asked in a deep voice: "Is there any news?"

"Well..." The knight who was warming up his body swallowed the unchewed dried meat, choked and rolled his eyes. He drank two mouthfuls of milk before he recovered, and then said: "There is, a small tribe.

, the population is not too large, we can just do a wave.”

"See clearly, there really aren't many people?" Red-maned Yanglie came closer and asked with fierce eyes.


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