As the light grew dimmer, the tall city walls merged with the night, making it difficult to distinguish the distant mountains, the city walls, and the trees.

"An, can we take action now?" Xiong asked again.

"Hey, look at those two guys just now, they are fat and strong, and you can tell they are living a good life. Let's go in and kill them, kill all the men inside, and then the dried meat and women inside will be ours." The other one looked at the faint firelight in the city gate, greed flashing in his eyes.

An always felt a little uneasy.

Although animals hibernate or remain in their dens during the snowy season, some extremely hungry animals do come down the mountain to forage for food. Sometimes, hungry wolves and wild boars are truly formidable during the snowy season, being twice as aggressive as usual.

But this tribe didn't even close the door, but left it wide open to let the wild beasts in. It always felt like something was wrong.

"That's enough, An. If it's too late you won't be able to see it." Xiong urged again.

He was a very tall and strong man, but he still couldn't stand the cold staying here, not to mention the others, who kept urging An to hurry up.

An Yi gritted his teeth and waved to everyone, "Let's go."

Everyone crouched down and walked along the edge of the road. When they reached a place close to the city gate where there were no trees to hide, An looked around to make sure there was no one around. He quickly ran out from the shadows of the trees and rushed into the city gate.

Everyone else followed closely behind.

Qiao Yu stood behind the shadow of the city wall, counting one by one. When he counted to thirty-three, and saw that no one entered the city in the twilight, he turned his body towards the tribe.

When An and the others entered the city, they first glanced around and found a haystack in front of them. They quickly ran over and hid behind it. The others followed suit and hid there one by one.

By this time, they had a clear view of the situation ahead. A group of people were dancing around a fire. There weren't many of them, perhaps only about forty or fifty.

There were few entertainment activities in this era, so whenever the tribe held a bonfire dance, everyone, young or old, would actively participate.

So, everyone in this tribe should be here.

The refugees were all ecstatic: God is really helping us.

Xiong couldn't help but whispered: "An, let's kill them."

An nodded.

He glanced at the group of people around the campfire, then scanned the tribe. He didn't see the tree house they expected, nor did he see any mountains nearby, nor could he find a cave that could accommodate people.

And the strangest thing was that, although he was quite far away, he could still clearly see the dancing crowd in the light of the fire. It seemed that there were only adult men and women in the crowd, no elderly people or children, which was different from the usual tribal carnival.

He was puzzled, but there was no time for him to think too much. Now that he was in, the arrow was on the string and had to be shot. He had to make trouble.

He turned and told the women, "Over there." He pointed to a haystack not far away, "Go and light a fire there."

The haystack was close to them but far from the campfire, making it the perfect place to start a fire. An felt increasingly fortunate, as he felt that whatever they needed was exactly what they had in the tribe. It truly was God's help.

He didn't know that Qiao Yu was worried that they would set other places on fire, so he specially asked someone to come and light the fire for him.

There are few people in the Migrant Tribe, and if there are too few people in the Dragon Tribe dancing around the campfire, it will seem too fake; if there are too many people, they are worried that these people will not take action, and it will easily attract too many people from the Sun Tribe or the God Tribe to attack.

So fifty or sixty would be just fine. If the two tribes wanted to attack them, they could just send one or two hundred people, not more.

An and his men wouldn't attack with force, they would definitely outsmart them. Using fire to disperse the crowd and kill them one by one should be their best strategy.

Several women came prepared. Each of them carried a bundle of thatch mixed with pine resin on their backs, for they were worried that they would not be able to find dry thatch to start a fire after entering.

Hearing An's order, they responded softly, crouched down and sneaked towards the haystack.

In the house under the city wall, the children stood quietly at the window, watching all their actions.

However, the children had already been personally instructed by Qiao Yu, and were led by the children's group leader Qingcao, so they all held their breath and did not move.

Yu was the most powerful person in the world, and everyone admired her immensely. She had just said that as a soldier, one must obey the general's orders. Only when the order was given could one act.

The women of the Liuren tribe ran to the haystack and squatted down. One of them, with trembling hands, pulled out a tool from her bosom and quickly turned the wood in the wooden trough, praying that smoke would come out quickly.

Fortunately, the fire-starting device did not let her down. The hay mixed with rosin in the wooden trough gradually began to smoke, and the sparks lit up little by little in the night, and finally fire came out.

The other women had been looking around vigilantly. When they saw the fire was lit, they breathed a sigh of relief and quickly handed over the bundles of straw they were carrying, piled them into a small haystack, and placed it under the big haystack.

As the flames grew bigger and the haystack caught fire, the women quickly retreated and returned to An and the others.

In order to help them achieve their goal, Qiao Yu kindly asked someone to take some hay that was originally stored in the house. This hay had not been wetted by the snow and burned very quickly, and the fire soon became very big.

The dancing crowd noticed the fire and someone pointed and shouted, "It's on fire! There's a fire over there."

A dozen men picked up the wooden sticks (spears) placed nearby, quickly left the crowd and ran towards the fire.

Qiao Yu stood on the city wall, taking in everything below. She had already clearly seen the weapons the refugees carried: bone knives and bone spurs. In her opinion, this was not very dangerous, so she did not rush to signal an attack.

An and the others saw the men retreat from the crowd and move closer to them. With only a dozen or so men, they were no match for the thirty-somethings. Once they killed the dozen or so strongest men, the remaining men would be no match for them. Their chance to conquer the tribe was right before their eyes. Bloodlust gleamed in their eyes.

"Attack." An gave the order and took the lead to come out of the bushes, holding a bone knife and rushing towards the man running in front.

Others followed closely behind.

Suddenly, a loud "bang" was heard from the city wall. The little guys, who had been unable to contain themselves, immediately took out their slingshots and used small stones as weapons to shoot at the people who were left behind.

After the stones were shot, regardless of whether they hit the target or not, they would immediately duck down, pass through the middle of the back row of people, and stand at the end of the four rows. The people in the second row would immediately step forward to fill the position and shoot slingshots out the window. The two stones were shot with a difference of 20 to 30 seconds.