Chapter 142 Starving people everywhere
"Go a little further, there is a small tribe, let's go there to rest for a night and leave tomorrow."
The sixth generation chief protected his young wife and said softly.
At this time, a month had passed since the Shaman's funeral ceremony in the Sand Tribe, but the sixth generation chief was happy to play with his little wife in the Sand Tribe, and he was so happy that he didn't want to leave, so he dragged on for a long time.
Now walking on the road, he also asked about her well-being and took great care of her. It was
becoming more and more difficult to move forward in the wind and snow, because the cold winter continued and the snowflakes never melted, causing thick snow to accumulate in many places, and the snow in most places was above the knees.
There was no need to think about the sled. At this time, except for the giant wolves that went out to hunt, the other giant wolves were also hungry. Their team did not bring a sled with them, so they could only move forward in the snow.
Someone ran over in front of the team, and the whole team slowly stopped. It was the warrior who was exploring the way ahead.
He ran straight to the sixth-generation leader and said, "Chief, the tribe ahead...it's better not to go."
"What's wrong?" The sixth-generation leader asked in confusion.
Warrior: "They are all starving."
The sixth-generation leader was silent for a while, and said, "Let's go and take a look."
The group moved forward hard in the heavy snow, and the whole team became more and more silent.
Before the sun set, the group arrived at the small tribe's settlement. This was a small tribe that was settled on the hillside. At this time, the totem fire was no longer burning, and there was no sign of life.
The sixth-generation leader strode in, looked around, and saw many old people who were frozen to death.
"The younger people didn't see it, maybe..."
The warrior next to him couldn't help but say it, but everyone understood what he said.
The young people ran away, leaving behind these old and weak, taking the tribe's totem and running away.
It's hard to say whether it's right or wrong. The world has been very cruel to humans, and who can blame whom? After all, not all tribes have built up enough glory like the Fire Tribe and the Sand Tribe to support the tribe's unity.
Besides, the Fire Tribe and the Sand Tribe have not reached this level yet. When the day comes when they have to make a life-or-death decision, how good can they be?
Wasn't the second-generation leader sent to the Fire Tribe to seek survival on the way to escape famine? After
two years of cold winter, the small tribe can no longer support itself. The large tribe can still survive by relying on the vast territory and elite warriors, but if the cold winter continues, it is hard to say what the result will be.
"Light the bonfire, rest here for a night, and set out again at dawn."
The sixth-generation leader gave the order, and the warriors got busy.
The night is really not suitable for long-distance travel. Not only is it difficult to distinguish the direction, but the cold wind and low temperature are also difficult to resist.
That night, the warriors huddled together around the bonfire and slept. Someone kept lighting the fire at night, otherwise when they woke up in the morning, they might freeze to death.
The sun rose slowly, and the team continued to move forward towards the Fire Tribe without delay.
They could only travel during the day, and they had to fight for every second. They
continued to move forward, and saw two dead small tribes after more than ten days. They continued to move forward in silence. When they were still one day away from the Fire Tribe, they encountered a little trouble.
It was a small team with three or five totem warriors. In the darkest moment before dawn, they suddenly attacked them.
"Totem warriors are outside, extinguish the bonfire."
The sixth generation leader reacted quickly. He jumped up the moment the sentry blew the bone whistle and arranged everyone to fight in an orderly manner.
The battle ended much faster than expected. Before the central campfire was extinguished, the enemy, who had lost four totem warriors, had already begun to retreat.
"Catch someone alive and don't chase them."
The sixth-generation leader shouted at the warriors who wanted to rush out to kill.
With the order, the warriors were not in a good position to attack. They just captured two alive and retreated to the campfire.
"Don't put out the fire. The enemy is not strong. Let's see who they are first."
The sixth-generation leader shouted to the people in the center who were extinguishing the campfire with snow, and turned back to look at the two captives who were captured.
They were all young and strong, but skinny, and their faces were frozen purple.
"Which tribe are you from?"
The sixth-generation leader looked at the two and asked.
The two looked at each other, and the sixth-generation leader did not stop them, but just quietly waited for their answers.
"I'm from the Leaf Tribe."
"I'm from the Bone Tribe."
The two answered almost at the same time, but they were not from the same tribe.
"From two tribes? How did you get together?"
The sixth-generation leader was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the enemy who attacked him came from two tribes.
He had never heard of these two tribes. He thought they were unknown small tribes.
"We were so hungry that we wanted to force something to eat. We robbed the Bone Tribe, and we were discovered and fought. Later, we joined together to rob other tribes."
The warrior of the Leaf Tribe explained, and the warrior of the Bone Tribe nodded.
"Don't you know that this is the territory of the Fire Tribe?"
The sixth-generation leader asked in confusion.
This place is only one day away from the Fire Tribe and is within the hunting range. Hunting here is stealing resources. If he were handling government affairs, such people would be killed as a warning to others.
For the survival of the Fire Tribe, the continuation of other tribes had to take a back seat.
"I knew, but I didn't know you were from the Fire Tribe. If I had known, I wouldn't have fought you."
The warrior of the Bone Tribe spoke, somewhat annoyed.
"You dare to come here even though you know it's the Fire Tribe's territory. You're really brave."
The sixth generation leader came to the two of them, wanting to take a closer look at how the two of them got the courage to act wildly in the Fire Tribe's territory.
"No, now many small tribes are gathering here at the Fire Tribe. They can't survive anymore and want to ask for help from the Fire Tribe. We originally came here to ask for help, but...but the Fire Tribe won't help, so we can only survive on our own."
"To survive, you have to steal food from other tribes? It's freezing cold, which small tribe has food...wait, you're not stealing food, you're stealing people? Are you eating people?"
The sixth generation leader was really surprised. Have these people started eating people? Just like the Spirit Claw Tribe back then.
The two of them remained silent, which was considered as tacit agreement with the words of the sixth generation leader.
"You..."
The sixth generation leader wanted to teach them a lesson, but found that he really didn't know how to teach them. In such an environment, eating people is also normal.
"Do you know how the Fire Tribe is doing now?"
the sixth generation leader asked.
He had been in the Sand Tribe for a long time, and cannibalism had already begun there, which was beyond his expectation.
"The Fire Tribe is fine, and the hunting team often comes out. We don't know what's going on inside."
The Leaf Tribe warrior said hurriedly. He was smarter than the Bone Tribe warrior, and knew that if he behaved better, he might still survive.
"We have never attacked the Fire Tribe. If they were not extremely hungry, who would eat people? Please, spare us."
He said, kneeling on the ground and kowtowed repeatedly, begging the Sixth Generation Chief to let him go.
The Bone Tribe warrior next to him finally woke up and kowtowed with him, begging for the Sixth Generation Chief's forgiveness.
The sixth-generation leader frowned. If it were a peaceful time, he would definitely not let these people go, but now...
"Get lost."
The sixth-generation leader cursed and waved his hand to let the two leave the temporary residence.