In early spring, the Crimson Knights finally returned to their long-lost tribe. Each horse was loaded with supplies. Along with these supplies, there were more than a hundred Catwoman tribesmen and more than two thousand wilderness slaves.
The red-maned horse camp was still very alert. They spotted the knights from a distance and sent people to greet them - a group of knights and a group of spearmen.
Seeing the knight and the spearman, Yang Lie was a little confused. The spearman could understand that they were warriors trained by Xiaobai using wilderness slaves, but now there are more people than before. It is estimated that after they left in the winter, Yingmaner
I trained some more people, but what the hell is a knight?
When did the tribe have knights other than them? Have the spoils of war been delivered?
When Red Mane Yanglie looked at those knights carefully, he couldn't help but take a breath. No, these are not prairie knights, but... wilderness people!
Wilderness people and prairie people all look the same in Xiao Bai's eyes, and he can't quite tell the difference between them, just like Westerners look at Eastern people and they all look the same.
But real prairie people like Hongmane Yanglie could tell that those on horses were definitely not prairie people, but wilderness slaves from the former tribe.
Damn it, are these slaves going to rebel? When will slaves be able to ride on horses, and they will still ride red-maned horses? This is blasphemous!
"Yingman'er! Where is Yingman'er?" Looking at the beaming faces in front of him, the red-maned Yanglie took a breath of air and couldn't help shouting.
"Stop shouting." Xiaobai came to him and patted his horse and said.
"Boss, something is wrong. Look, these people are all slaves. They are actually riding horses. Something must have changed in the camp!" Red-maned Yanglie lowered his voice and said nervously.
The reputation of slaves in the wilderness has always been bad. Rebellions, uprisings, and escaped slaves are all commonplace. And these knights left the tribe to experience in the wilderness. All matters in the tribe were handed over to Yingmaner, and the remaining people
They are all slaves in the wilderness. If there is a problem, Red-maned Yang Lie will not feel surprised at all.
He just wanted to know whether these rebels riding red-maned horses were related to Yingman'er and whether Yingman'er was still alive. He had a good feeling about Yingman'er and didn't want Yingman'er to betray him.
"You only thought about the wilderness slaves rebelling, haven't you thought about other situations?" Xiaobai rolled his eyes and said unhurriedly.
Red-maned Yang Lie was slightly stunned and looked at Xiao Bai with confusion. These wilderness slaves had begun to ride horses. What else could they say other than rebellion?
"Have you ever thought that these people are now your tribe?" The little white monster smiled and looked at the red-maned Yanglie. Before leaving, he told Yingman'er that the god of red-maned horses would promote a group of people.
The wilderness slaves became tribesmen, but did not tell the news to Red Mane Yang Lie.
"Impossible!" Red-maned Yanglie said with certainty: "They are wilderness people, not grassland people. How can they become my same race?"
"Then what if they also believe in the God of the Red-maned Fierce Horse?" Xiaobai laughed and said: "What if the God accepts them and makes them his believers, are they your same race?"
"This..." Red-maned Yanglie was speechless. He looked at the knights in front and then at Xiaobai, his mind was a little confused.
According to Xiao Bai, they are indeed the same race. He believes in the red-maned fierce horse. If these people in front of him also believe in the red-maned fierce horse, then they can really be said to be of the same race. After all, they believe in the same horse god, and they believe in horses.
After the god, it is equivalent to determining that the original god belongs to the horse god and automatically joins the caravan.
And these people did not go out to establish another tribe, that is to say... these people are from the same tribe as themselves!
"Don't worry, this is a fact. You don't know that Horse God originally intended to attract a group of believers. After all, there are too few of you, and the faith you can contribute is not enough. Do you feel that with your people?
Can a hundred or so people support a tribe?" Xiaobai said slowly: "Especially since the tribe is expanding, there are a large number of slaves in the tribe, dozens or hundreds of times more than yours. Isn't this dangerous?
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"It seems... it's a bit dangerous." Red-maned Yanglie couldn't help but scratch his head.
"Yes, it is precisely because of this that the Horse God wants to attract new believers and expand them into the tribe to make the tribe stronger." Xiaobai said matter-of-factly.
"But they are wilderness people." Red-maned Yanglie still felt a little unacceptable.
"What's wrong with the wilderness people? Aren't the wilderness people human?" Xiaobai turned to look at the red-maned Yang Lie, and said with some hatred: "Don't be so short-sighted, don't just focus on such a small piece of land, you are a tribe
Godot, you must have a broad mind and a long-term vision. Once the people in the wilderness believe in the horse god, they are one of your own. Do you still plan to drive them away?"
"I..." Red-maned Yanglie's lips twitched and he lowered his head to think.
The class concept of the grassland people has always existed. There has never been a precedent for the wilderness people to become tribesmen, and Red Mane Yang Lie never thought that the wilderness people would become his tribe.
But Xiaobai often told him that there is a first time for everything, and maybe it will hurt the first time, but as long as you get through that energy, you will feel better...
Red-maned Yanglie knows the weakness of the Red-maned Lie Horse Tribe very well. No matter how strong they are, they only have a hundred people. It’s no problem to fight in small battles. They are not afraid of anyone. But what about a large-scale battle with thousands of people?
What about even a battle involving tens of thousands of people?
What can these hundred or so people do, and what kind of trouble do they want to stir up?
No matter how strong they are, how many people can they kill? In a battle involving tens of thousands of people, even if someone doesn't move and just stands and lets them kill them, they can still be exhausted to death.
Coupled with the expansion of the pasture and the need for guarding, the manpower becomes even more scarce, and there is an urgent need to expand the number of people.
But it’s so easy to expand the enrollment of this thing. How dare people from outside use it casually?
Don't dare. If you rebel, it will be great fun. Suppressing the rebels every day will keep them busy to death.
As for the wilderness slaves...if they are really recognized by the horse god and join the tribe and become a member of the tribe, there is nothing wrong with it, and they are even much better than other refugees.
Although the wilderness people are savage, they are more sensible than the refugees in some aspects.
They are cunning and cunning, but they cherish a happy and prosperous life. If anyone wants to take away their beautiful life, they will fight to the death without negotiation.
These guys are very fierce. Their living environment is worse than that of the grassland people. They are always fighting with their lives. They are naturally more ferocious than ordinary grassland people. If they are brainwashed and trained a little, they will become excellent warriors.
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From this point of view, it seems to be really good.
The red-maned Yanglie felt somewhat the same. Although he still felt uncomfortable, he felt relieved and nodded towards Xiaobai. (To be continued)