It snowed a few days ago, and the ground was covered with white snow. Under the sun, it looked silvery white. You can't stare at the snow at this time, or your eyes will go blind.
The tribe's tents were also covered with snow. Fortunately, the tribesmen were hard-working and cleared the snow early. They did not dare to let the snow stay on the tents for too long. Firstly, the snow would wet the tents after melting.
It is impossible to live in a tent that is damp and wet, and there is also a risk that the tent will collapse under the weight of the snow.
The wilderness in the cold winter is terrifying. It's a tough period of time. There is no way to go out hunting. In addition, it snows, and there is no chance to eat grass roots. If something goes wrong, there is one idea.
It is impossible to rely on people from the same tribe for support. They are wilderness people. They only need to think about themselves and not care about the life and death of other people. Maybe they will be happy when others die. Sometimes corpses
It’s also a good thing. It can be used to satisfy hunger even if there is no food...
A child from a wilderness tribe who was continuing to clean up accidentally raised his head and couldn't help but be attracted by the scene in the distance.
It was a red cloud, but the red cloud floated a little low and was actually close to the ground.
The child curiously looked up at the sky. The sun was still hanging high, and there were white clouds floating by, but they were not dyed red. He looked into the distance again. What on earth were those red clouds?
"Look, there's a red cloud there!" The child pulled his father's clothes and pointed into the distance and shouted, sharing his discovery.
His father had just swept a large piece of snow off the tent. Hearing the child's words, he raised his head and looked in the direction he was pointing.
Red clouds, the sun hasn’t set yet, how could there be red...
The wilderness tribesman's eyes suddenly widened when he looked into the distance. He stared at the red cloud for two seconds, picked up the child, turned around and ran away: "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"
The tribesman in the wilderness ran and opened his neck and shouted. The child looked confused in his arms. It was obviously a red cloud, so why did it become an enemy attack?
He is still too young and does not understand the world deeply enough.
The child's father is different. He has lived in the wilderness since he was a child, and has survived countless dangers. He has survived several tribes that were destroyed. Even he himself does not know how many tribes he has experienced, and he has even served as a pawn for other tribes.
Over slaves.
He has two insights into life. One is to never trust your companions, because they treat you as a friend just because they can satisfy your hunger when they are hungry. The other is to never be curious in winter, winter should be peaceful.
Any existence that breaks the peace will cause a disaster. If you don't run fast enough, you will die in the disaster.
Fortunately, it was daytime now, and other tribesmen had already woken up. They heard the warning sound and immediately took out their weapons.
"Where is the enemy?" The chief of the tribe grabbed the tribesmen who were running away in panic with their children in their arms, and asked fiercely.
"There, look, that red cloud!" The tribesman used one arm to drive his child and pointed to the distance with the other hand and said quickly.
"Red cloud?" The chief of the wilderness tribe squinted his eyes and looked into the distance, and easily saw the color that was not white snow, it was too conspicuous.
"How can Hong Yun be an enemy?" A wilderness tribesman next to the chief asked in confusion, holding an axe.
"Ha, coward." The chief of the wilderness tribe sneered, let go of the tribesman's clothes, and pushed him to the ground.
Seeing his embarrassed appearance, the other tribesmen laughed unbridledly.
"It's just a cloud. You were scared by a cloud, hahaha..."
They laughed loudly, as if not doing so would make them look retarded.
The child raised his head and looked at his father in confusion. He didn't understand why his father was so nervous.
Seeing that no one believed him, the father of the tribesman stood up slowly, brushed off the snow on his body, picked up the child, ran back to his tent as fast as possible, and packed up his belongings.
"Father!" The child looked at the panicked tribesmen and couldn't help but call out.
"Escape, we have to escape, we have to survive!" the father of the tribesman held up the child's face, which was red from the cold, and said with a serious face.
After saying that, he turned around and continued to pack his things.
"Oh, there is an enemy, and the enemy is a red cloud!" The Burakumin outside imitated the Burakumin's father, making faces, while others gathered around him and laughed.
The chief of the wilderness tribe looked at the grimacing man, snorted, held his mouth in disdain, glanced at the tent, spit on the ground, turned around and was about to leave, but looked at the red cloud by accident.
Huh?
The chief of the wilderness tribe discovered that the red cloud had actually entered the tribe a lot. Could it be that the red cloud was "floating" towards them?
Then let's float over here. He just wants to know what's going on with these clouds. He has never touched a cloud before.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but laugh. He was probably the first wilderness person to touch the clouds. Well, he was so good, and it was all God's blessing.
Just as he was sighing, there suddenly appeared some small points of light in the red cloud, like...fire?
The little bright spot suddenly flew up from the red cloud and headed towards his tribe.
What is that?
The chief of the wilderness tribe was a little confused. His eyes followed the small bright spots and watched as they shot up into the sky and then fell in his direction.
“Whoosh—doo, dong, dong, dong—”
The flaming scorpion tail needle arrows fell from the sky and flew into the tribe.
The unsuspecting tribesmen were shot by rockets and fell to the ground screaming.
"Oops!" The chief of the wilderness tribe screamed. He was also hit by an arrow and fell to the ground instantly.
Struggling to get up from the ground, he looked at his left shoulder. There was a long black needle inserted there, but no blood flowed out.
The chief of the wilderness tribe's face twitched twice, gritted his teeth, reached out to hold the long needle, and pulled it out with force. The wound gave off the smell of barbecue.
The scorpion tail needle arrow had flames on it, and the moment it pierced his body, it roasted the flesh around his wound. Only then did blood stop flowing out for a while, and the flame on the arrow was also extinguished.
He turned to look at the panicked tribesmen around him and roared: "The enemy is attacking! Prepare to fight!"
Unfortunately, it was of no use. The tribesmen had been blinded by this sudden attack. At this time, they did not even know who the enemy was, and they had not even seen them.
Just as the chief of the wilderness tribe roared, the red cloud moved again, and another small bright spot rose into the sky.
"Escape! Enemy attack! Hide!" The chief of the wilderness tribe saw those small bright spots and immediately knew that the enemy must have launched another attack. He shouted while looking for a place to dodge.
The distance was too far, and there was no way to shoot accurately. The flame scorpion tail needle did not work this time, failing to kill several tribesmen, and they all fell on the tent. (To be continued)