When Xiaobai went to the wilderness again, he did not intend to do the same as last time. He just wanted to experience and plunder. He felt that it was a waste of time and was not in line with the current interests.
Taking advantage of the ten days of repair, Xiaobai and Red Mane Yanglie discussed and planned to expand towards the rising land, the forest.
That's right, it's expansion. It's no longer just plundering, but expanding the range of pastures and increasing the territory of the Red Mane Horse Tribe.
According to the population of the Red-maned Fierce Horse Tribe, the current pasture is sufficient. Even if they receive the trophies sent by the Bone Hoof Horse Tribe, it will still be enough, and they can still feed themselves if they turn it over twice.
But you have to take a long-term view. You can't wait until you need to do it. If you don't think about the long-term, you will have to worry about the short-term. Based on the idea of whether it is useful or not, this time I went deep into the wilderness to experience and plunder, which turned into land reclamation.
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It is also essential to think about expansion in the direction of the forest. After all, the place of rise is Xiaobai's base camp, and the two parties cannot be too far apart.
Once the territory of the Red-maned Fierce Horse Tribe is linked to the Rising Land Forest, a new era will begin. Xiaobai is sure of this.
Red-maned Yanglie was very excited when he heard Xiaobai's plan, not only because Xiaobai was the boss and he was unwilling to refute, but he also thought that he really wanted to see Xiaobai's living environment and Xiaobai's tribesmen.
In Hongzong Yanglie's heart, they are all brothers, the kind of close relatives.
The two hit it off immediately and quickly made the decision to expand.
Red Mane Yang Lie is not sure how far the Red Mane Lie Horse Tribe is from the border of the Land of Rise. It is estimated that it is not close. In the process of expansion, it will definitely encounter other tribal pastures.
Xiaobai didn't worry at all. If we encountered each other, we would encounter each other. Either unite or conquer. It is impossible to take a detour. It is impossible in this life. We can only fight in a straight line like this.
Ten days have passed by in a blink of an eye. Winter has arrived. The temperature in the grassland is very low. The sun is a little bit better during the day. But at night it is simply an ice purgatory. Every year, more people die on the grassland in winter than in the forest.
Yes, that is the death of one tribe after another.
Maybe you can see another tribe this fall and have fun with them, but by the spring of next year, the entire tribe will have disappeared, and everyone will be frozen into popsicles in the winter, with their bodies scattered all over the place.
This is the cruelty of the primitive world. They have no cotton, cotton-padded clothes, or down jackets. The only things they can use to keep warm are animal skins and tents. The severe winter is a challenge for the tribes.
If you want to survive, you must be stronger. A strong body can make it easier for primitive people to survive the winter.
Every year, new children born in the grassland tribes are selected. The weak and disabled ones will be ruthlessly killed or abandoned, and they will not be chosen to survive.
These disabled and weak children are a burden to any tribe. They are of no benefit to the tribe and will not increase the tribe's strength. They will continue to consume the tribe's food and are prone to die in the cold winter.
If he had just traveled to another world, Xiaobai would have felt that killing a child was cruel and inhumane. It was still a life. He had just come into this world and was abandoned and killed before he even had a chance to look at it. As a
A modern man cannot bear it.
But Xiaobai has been in the other world for several years, and gradually understands the rules of survival in the other world, and also knows that pure kindness will not work in the other world.
Especially when he was still a god and responsible for the tribe, he abandoned his useless weakness.
Natural selection, survival of the fittest, and hope that the killed child can be reincarnated into the society where he once lived.
The Red Mane Horse Tribe has an advantage over other tribes. They have more supplies due to last year's plunder. Not only are the knights not afraid of the harsh winter, but even the slaves are not so afraid of this year's cold.
The knights were wearing brand new animal skin clothing, which was sewn by Yingmaner with a group of female slaves in the wilderness. Compared with the careless knights, they were more ingenious.
Their animal skin clothing is a three-piece suit, wrapped tightly, and the animal skin used is unique to the grassland, a small fox-like animal fur, which has excellent warmth retention properties.
Small animals don't have much fur on their bodies, and it takes about ten of them to make one piece of clothing.
In order to get winter clothes for the knights, Yingman'er dug out almost all the furs in the tribe and barely managed to get enough.
Her behavior received praise from the knights, and the relationship got closer. At the same time, the knights' views on all the wilderness slaves in the tribe also changed.
In addition to clothes, the knights also prepared more horses, five for each person. Although they are ordinary horses, they can be used to transport supplies, so there is no need to throw away a lot of loot like last year.
"I've checked clearly. I have all my clothes and weapons! Remember to bring weapons, don't think about risking your life with your bare hands!" Red-maned Yanglie walked past the knights, nagging like an old mother.
The knights laughed while checking their equipment.
Xiaobai sat on the big stone nearby, holding a sweet grass stalk in his mouth, watching idly, Yingman'er stood beside him.
"My lord, do you really not need the clothes I made for you?" Yingman'er asked softly.
Xiaobai turned her head and looked at the dress in her hand, and the corners of her mouth twitched. Yingman'er was talented in fighting, but her talent seemed to be negative when it came to making clothes. One sleeve of this dress was long, and the other sleeve was long.
It's okay if it's short, but why are the two sleeves not as high as one side? Could it be that one of my arms is longer than the shoulder and the other is longer than the belly?
Also, when people sew animal skin clothes, they are all sewn into one piece of clothing, which is flat. How come it turns into three layers in Yingman'er's hands?
If you put on three layers of animal skin clothes, you would be as fat as a pig!
"Forget it, I'm not afraid of the cold." Xiaobai sighed and said. After all, Yingman'er meant well and couldn't say it too harshly, but I still have to remind you: "Well, Yingman'er, just take care of the tribe.
, from now on you can just watch them make clothes and don’t do it yourself."
"Ah?" Yingman'er was stunned for a moment, picked up the clothes and unfolded them in front of her eyes. She looked at them carefully and couldn't help but blush. It seemed, it seemed, a little unreliable.
The sun was rising, and the knights were well prepared. They took one last look at the camp, and the red-maned Yang Lie took the lead in turning his horse's head.
"Set off!"
Following the command, the horse spread its hooves and ran into the distance.
The wilderness slaves in the camp put down their work one after another, gathered together, and looked at the knights leaving in the distance.
They are satisfied with their current life and hope that it can continue. It is more comfortable to be a slave in the red-maned horse than to be a free person in the wilderness. They sincerely hope that the knights can return safely. (To be continued)