Chapter 121 The Anger of the Sixth Chief
After being away for more than 20 days, the chief of the Sand Tribe came back again. Facing the gusts of cold wind, he brought the shivering warriors and walked through the snow and wind back to the Fire Tribe.
"Let's warm up by the fire first."
The Sixth Chief received them beside the totem fire and enthusiastically offered them the greasy roasted meat and boiling meat soup.
"Thank you very much for the hospitality of the Fire Tribe."
The chief of the Sand Tribe said politely and could not wait to drink the meat soup in big gulps.
Without the totem fire, traveling far in such a cold season is also a test for the totem warriors, not to mention that they turned back on the way back and spent even longer time in the snow and wind.
He gulped down the meat soup, casually scanning the familiar Fire Tribe, and found that some children in the tribe were looking eagerly at the barbecue in his hands.
"Is the Fire Tribe also beginning to lack food?"
The leader of the Sand Tribe put down the stone bowl in his hand and asked with a frown.
The Sixth Chief nodded, and he had already guessed why the leader of the Sand Tribe had returned.
"The situation in the Sand Tribe is more serious, right?"
The Sixth Chief took a sip of the meat soup, and his eyes involuntarily scanned the barbecue in the hands of the Sand Tribe leader.
He hadn't eaten meat with an appetite for several days, and he had been hungry for a long time.
Except for the warriors who went out hunting, the Fire Tribe has now begun to tighten their belts and eat less. Except for the Sixth Shaman, everyone controls their appetite.
How could the Sixth Chieftain's gaze escape the eyes of the Sand Tribe Chieftain? He was stunned for a moment, took a big bite of the barbecue, then put it down and never touched it again.
"On the way back, we met someone sent by the witch, who asked us to ask the Fire Tribe for some food."
The Sand Tribe Chieftain said, staring at the totem fire in front of him with a dazed look, as if thinking about something. The
Sixth Chieftain did not speak to interrupt his thoughts, but waited quietly for him to finish his thoughts.
"The desert is desolate, and there is not much food stored. The winter has been extended. If it weren't for the army going out, the tribe would have run out of food."
The Sand Tribe Chieftain said in a heavy voice, and his eyes finally stopped being dazed, and looked at the Sixth Chieftain.
"It's getting even colder in the desert. If spring doesn't come, the oasis will freeze to death. If the weather continues like this, the Sand Tribe will have to consider leaving the desert to survive."
His eyes were filled with sorrow, unlike the previous generous support for the Fire Tribe.
The sixth generation leader took his hand, patted the back of his hand, and said, "The Fire Tribe will squeeze out a batch of food and let the people of the Fire Tribe take the Sunset Bow to the desert. You don't have to worry about this. The Fire Tribe will never forget the kindness you showed us."
The Sand Tribe leader's eyes turned red when he heard this. A friend in need is a friend indeed.
The Fire Tribe was not only willing to support the Fire Tribe when their own tribe was short of food, but was even willing to let the Sunset Bow help transport food. This kind of true love was really rare.
"I... I..."
Although he didn't cry, the Sand Tribe leader choked up several times, not knowing how to express his gratitude.
"No need to say more. Today, the leader should eat more barbecue. From tomorrow on, we will all go hungry together to help the Sand Tribe overcome the difficulties."
The voice of the sixth-generation leader was so loud that everyone around the campfire could hear it. This sentence caused a round of applause from the Sand Tribe warriors and also caused applause from some of the Fire Tribe people.
Many people from the Moon Totem Tribe sitting in the corner frowned in dissatisfaction and looked at their leader.
The Moon Totem Tribe leader frowned and said nothing.
"From today on, let's overcome the difficulties together."
The Sand Tribe leader raised the meat soup in his hand and said, and the Sand Tribe warriors put down the barbecue in their hands and began to save food.
"For the tribe."
The sixth-generation leader did not reject the kindness of the Sand Tribe leader, but followed suit and raised the meat soup.
"For the tribe."
Everyone replied together and drank the meat soup to fill their stomachs.
The Fire Tribe has been living frugally for ten days. Since the first six generations of leaders announced that there was not much food, the tribe has provided less and less food for everyone.
Not far from the totem fire, the Fifth Xuan looked at the warriors in front of the campfire quietly without saying a word.
"The warriors of the Wolf Tribe have gone hunting, there should be enough food. What is your leader doing?"
The voice of the Wolf Totem rang out, and she was beside the Fifth Xuan .
"To show kindness, to cut off the enemy's wings, to dig a big pit, what else can he do besides these? I really didn't realize before that this kid's brain is so useful that he can kill three birds with one stone."
The Fifth Xuan said slowly.
Wolf Totem: "What you said... I don't understand."
"If you don't understand, just read it."
The Fifth Xuan was too lazy to explain, and looked at the Sixth Generation Witch.
He was still crazy and didn't care about anything around him. He just pretended to be shivering from the cold, and kept asking himself questions and answering them.
Wolf Totem: "Is he really crazy?"
"I don't know."
The Fifth Xuan withdrew his concerned gaze and looked at the Sixth Chief by the campfire again, guessing his next move.
That night, the Sixth Chief brought some warriors, the Sand Tribe Chief and a few Sand Tribe warriors to the Fire Tribe's food storage place. The Fifth Xuan asked the little turtle to follow silently and watch everything.
Opening the food storage room, there was indeed not much food here. Considering the number of people in the Fire Tribe, it was quite tight.
The Sixth Chief asked people to divide more than half of it and transport it out to support the Sand Tribe.
"Too much."
The Sand Tribe Chief said bitterly when he saw that the Fire Tribe only had so much food.
With this amount of food, the Fire Tribe can barely take care of itself and has no means to support the Sand Tribe.
"For the sake of the allied tribes, the Fire Tribe can endure it."
The Sixth Chief said firmly, loud enough for all the warriors to hear.
"But the Fire Tribe needs to survive."
The Moon Totem Chief jumped out to object. This was the first time she had openly opposed the tribal leader, but the timing was very good.
Fighting for food for the tribe would be recognized by many people.
The Sand Tribe Chief looked at the Sixth Chief in surprise, not understanding why such opposition was heard from within the Fire Tribe.
In the Sand Tribe, even if the decision of the witch or the chief was wrong, no one would be so blunt and contradict it. This was a challenge to the majesty of the witch and the chief.
"Then what do you think we should do? Have you forgotten the kindness of the Sand Tribe to the Fire Tribe? Or do you think the Fire Tribe no longer needs the help of the Sand Tribe?"
The Sixth Chief glared at the Moon Totem Chief and said.
The Sand Tribe Chief looked at the Sixth Chief in confusion and was a little bewildered for a moment.
He felt that with the wisdom of the Sixth Chief, he should not make such a low-level mistake: arguing with subordinates in front of so many people is extremely undermining his dignity.
But if this is not a mistake, then it is just a show for himself, indirectly refusing to provide help to the Sand Tribe?
As soon as this thought came to mind, the roar of the Sixth Chief dispelled his idea.
"I am the leader of the tribe. My decision is the will of the tribe. Move away."
The voice of the sixth-generation leader was filled with anger after being humiliated. He did not seem to be acting rationally, but seemed to be controlled by his angry emotions.