Chapter 133 Claw Tribe
This winter is colder than in previous years. In the midst of ice and snow, the construction of the new settlement of the Fire Tribe is in full swing.
In such cold weather, one can feel the biting cold wind if one is far away from the totem fire. The old and weak can only build the settlement next to the totem fire. If it is farther away, the totem warriors will have to build it.
Diwu Xuan commanded Little Turtle to walk among the settlements, and from time to time he would knock down a pile so that they could rebuild.
The previous settlement of the Fire Tribe basically had only one main street that led directly to the altar. The totem fire stood in front of the altar, and on the left and right were the high-rise houses of the tribe.
The construction on the periphery was very random, and in some places the road was directly blocked, which was very inconvenient.
This time, Diwu Xuan started planning. First, the houses for the old and weak must be inside, and the houses for the warriors outside. Secondly, roads must be reserved, which will be much more convenient.
Looking here and there, Diwu Xuan was busy every day and spent all his energy on this.
After ten days of construction, the long-lost sound of bone flutes suddenly came from the tribe.
The bone flute sounded quickly, and the sharp sound spread in the tribe with the north wind. Everyone stopped what they were doing and gathered towards the totem fire.
Diwu Xuan also hurriedly urged the little turtle to go to the center of the tribe. When he arrived here, the witch and the leaders had already gathered together.
"What's the situation?"
Diwu Xuan asked the wolf totem who arrived earlier.
"He brought news that a subordinate tribe of the Dragon Tribe was coming here. The Spirit Snake Tribe informed him."
The Wolf Tribe nodded in the direction of the broken-armed warrior in front of the totem fire.
"It's the Spirit Claw Tribe. The people of the Spirit Claw Tribe are coming."
His eyes were full of terror, and he was stunned, looking stupid.
"Tell me clearly, how many people are there in the Claw Tribe? Why are you so afraid of them?"
The sixth-generation leader stepped forward, patted his face to wake him up and asked.
Tears were already falling from the eyes of the broken-armed warrior. He looked at the sixth-generation witch and said, "They eat people, eat people."
It turned out that this Spirit Claw Tribe was the tribe that ate their children and boiled their elderly.
"Is there only one Spirit Claw Tribe? How many totem warriors do they have? How powerful are they?"
Hearing that they ate people, the sixth-generation leader also became anxious and hurriedly asked.
"They... they have more than 2,000 totem warriors. Although they are not many in number, they are good at close combat and very flexible in battle." The armless warrior answered immediately.
He knew that the hope of the Spirit Tiger Tribe now lies in the Fire Tribe. If the Fire Tribe is defeated, the Spirit Tiger Tribe will be slaughtered.
The current Spirit Tiger Tribe has snatched a totem from other tribes and ignited the totem Huo Yuhan, but it is difficult to produce totem warriors.
They have not forgotten the Tiger Spirit Knife in their hearts, and it is difficult for them to believe in other totems devoutly. Moreover, their physical attributes also match the Tiger Spirit Knife, which does not match the snatched totem.
The sixth generation leader thought for a while, and everyone waited quietly for his answer.
"If you are allowed to worship the Tiger Spirit Knife, how many totem warriors can you have?"
The sixth generation leader suddenly looked at the armless warrior and asked.
The armless warrior was stunned, but then he became excited: "Seven hundred, there can be seven hundred people."
"After the worship, you will be the vanguard, and I will allow you to worship the Tiger Spirit Blade in the future, how about it?"
The Sixth Generation Chief's plan was to reduce consumption. After all, there are a limited number of Totem Warriors. If one dies, one less, it will be even better if someone else takes the lead.
"Okay."
The armless warrior agreed without any hesitation, and turned around to summon the warriors of the Spirit Tiger Tribe. The Sixth Generation Chief held him back and asked a Wolf Tribe warrior to send him back.
After the people walked away, the Sixth Chief looked at the Wolf Totem Chief: "You and I will each send out a thousand people, plus five hundred people, and bring bloodthirsty guns and tiger spirit swords to attack, and the Sun and Moon Totem will guard the garrison. How about it?"
The enemy was unknown, and the Sixth Chief did not dare to attack with all his strength, fearing that the enemy would attack the totem in a roundabout way.
According to the broken-armed warrior, there were not many enemies, and with two spiritual weapons that were good at close attack, it should be no problem to take down the enemy.
"Okay."
The Wolf Tribe Chief thought for a while and agreed to the Sixth Chief's arrangement.
Everyone began to get ready, and the work of building the tribe also stopped. Everyone gathered beside the totem fire and waited silently.
The Sixth Chief did not wait for the people from the Spirit Tiger Tribe to come over, but directly led the team and brought the Tiger Spirit Knife to the Spirit Tiger Tribe's base, let them perform a sacrifice there to obtain the totem power, and then set off directly.
The process of finding the Spirit Claw Tribe was very easy. Their tribe of nearly 10,000 people walked loosely in the cold wind, carrying no less than five or six thousand captives, and the team was slow and dragging.
The Sixth Chief rode a giant wolf - this was the giant wolf that belonged to his wife - and let him circle on the hillside, scanning the Spirit Claw Tribe.
"What do you think?"
The leader of the Wolf Tribe ran over and asked.
The Sixth Chief pointed at the captives walking in the snow in a daze: "Is that their food?"
His face was calm, but there was a ball of anger hidden deep in his eyes, which was not yet released.
The leader of the Wolf Tribe looked over. He had better eyesight and could see bloody and mangled areas on the captives, as if they had been torn apart by wild animals.
He then realized that those areas were not torn apart by wild animals, but by the warriors of the Spirit Claw Tribe, who ate people.
Such things were not enough to scare the leader of the Wolf Tribe. After all, the Wolf Tribe had also eaten each other during the famine.
"Don't make wrong decisions because of anger. Our goal is to destroy the enemy."
He reminded the sixth-generation leader calmly.
The sixth-generation leader nodded and scanned the enemy.
"The Spirit Totem warriors are still relatively concentrated. Seven hundred Spirit Tigers will kill one wave, and then five hundred will charge. I will follow behind the five hundred people, and you will choose the time to raid. Is that ok?"
The sixth generation leader made the arrangements.
The leader of the Wolf Tribe glanced at the skinny warriors of the Knife Tribe, wondering how many of them would survive this attack.
"Okay." The leader of the Wolf Tribe responded.
"Let the Tiger Spirit Knife Warriors follow the five hundred people, so that when the Spirit Claw Tribe's Spirit Weapon Warriors come out, there will be people who can deal with it."
The sixth generation leader instructed again.
The leader of the Wolf Tribe nodded again and turned to arrange the warriors. The sixth generation leader glanced in the direction of the captives before turning around and leaving.
The battle started shortly afterwards. The totem warriors of the Spirit Tiger Tribe were very brave, and no one retreated. They held the stone knives provided by the Fire Tribe and ran in the snow with hatred in their hearts.
"Pay attention to the formation, don't run too fast. Whoever messes up the formation will have his legs broken."
The leader of the five hundred people roared as he shuttled through the team.
Affected by the crazy charge of the Linghu warriors in the front team, some of the newcomers in the 500-man team are a bit aggressive, and the leader of the 500-man team is trying to suppress this trend.
Compared with the victory or defeat of this battle, the leader of the 500-man team pays more attention to the team's battlefield performance.
Now the sixth generation leader strongly supports him to expand the team. The 500-man team has expanded to 1,500, and there are many newcomers. He seizes every opportunity for actual combat and conducts training.
Looking at the Linghu warriors who are rushing in front with thin faces but are ready to die, he admires them in his heart, but he disagrees with their fighting style from the bottom of his heart.
If someone attacks his team like this, he can make the enemy die three feet away and not get close.
The author said: To the Claw Tribe that gives the Claw, this is a promise to you. May you have a smooth road in life, have someone to help you on the rugged paths, work hard and live a better life.