Tianfeng felt a little incredible: "Who would support them in doing this? This is to attack a large village and kill people in war. It will also consume weapons, armor, and food."

Xu Kun nodded quickly and echoed: "That's right! Someone supports Qinglong Village behind his back, and he has to weigh the price he paid. There are more than 3,000 people in Mengxiang Village, and if you want to win, you have to send at least 3,000 troops, or even 4,000 troops. It is a big problem to eat every day just by eating."

Tianhao still looked with a faint smile, and it did not change at all: "Mengxiang Village is the village of the Mulu Tribe, and we... are the Leiniu Tribe of the Niu Tribe."

A terrible thought that could not be spoken and hit Xu Kun like a tide. He felt that there were obviously more components in his blood that were completely different from usual. It surprised him, frightened him, and made him feel a sense of transparency in his mind in an instant. But heavy pressure followed, as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, unable to move, unable to breathe, and unable to feel his own pulse.

"...Chief, are you talking about...Big...King?" Xu Kun said this sentence extremely difficult.

Tianfeng was also shocked by the momentary change of thinking. After all, he was older than Xu Kun and Tianhao's elder brother. Although he had no experience in this kind of thing, his acceptance speed was obviously much faster than others. Taking a deep breath, Tianfeng looked at his third brother with inquiring eyes: "Ahao, are you saying true?"

"This is the only reasonable explanation." Tianhao did not continue to get entangled in this issue, and divergent thinking made him think of more aspects.

The hunting captain Yonggang moved his butt and changed to a more comfortable sitting position: "Ahao, do you think we should join the battle?"

Tianhao shook his head, his firm words unquestionable: "That will only make our situation worse."

Xu Kun found it difficult to understand: "Why? Even if we have few people, we can still follow Qinglong Village. If they take the trophy, we can get some benefits. What's more, let alone..."

"Do you think war is that simple?" Tianhao chuckled, his tone was gentle, without any ridicule or sarcasm: "If it was an open tribal battle, Haoping would not need to cover it up. It is obvious that if the scale of this tribal battle is not large, even the king himself would not admit it. Yes, Qinglong Village did receive strong support from other parties, but in my guess, the attack range should be limited to Mengxiang Village and would not be expanded to other Lu Villages."

He paused: "The most important thing is that the king did not issue a conscript order, and this matter has nothing to do with us."

The old priest interrupted: "This is not a tribe war, but a temptation."

Tian Hao smiled and said, "The king has a crush on the things of the Deer people. Since he can't get them through open means, he can just grab them."

"Ahao, are you referring to the loom?" The old priest was not sure.

"I think it should be humans, skilled weavers." Tianhao was quite sure of this: "No matter how good the loom is, someone can use it to achieve the effect. The deer people exchanged cloth for a lot of things from the cattle people every year, such as food. They don't have much demand for weapons, just like the last time we had a business with Zuosuozhai. This was just a demand but no part sold, and there was no balance. As long as it was a human, they had to wear clothes, and the king would not tolerate it forever."

Tianfeng suddenly realized: "Just catch a group of textile workers from the Deer tribe, can we train us?"

Tianhao was satisfied with his elder brother's understanding ability: "So the scale of the battle must be controlled. The village is against the village, so this way, will not arouse the alertness of the Lu people. It takes time to digest textile technology, and I guess the people above have already thought of countermeasures. At that time, the Lu people who were caught were sent directly to the royal city. Qinglong Village said that all prisoners of war were sold or eaten, and the Lu people had no choice but to deal with them. At that time, the problem would be left to the leaders of the two tribes for negotiations and resolution."

Yonggang asked thoughtfully: "So we can't join the war this time?"

"Not only can't participate in the war, I can't even mention this matter." Tianhao picked up the tongs and loosened the firewood burning in the pine fire pit: "If I guess correctly, the army sent by the king is already on the road and will be able to reach Qinglong Village in a few days. Not only will we not get any benefits when we insert it, it will also make the king angry."

Xu Kun had calmed down from the shock just now. He asked in confusion: "Then we will do nothing, just watch like this?"

Tianhao said meaningfully: "Release our scouts and tell them not to participate in the battle. Just watch from a distance. When Qinglong Village and Mengxiang Village are almost done fighting, wait for my order and take the next move."

...

In the dictionary of the northern barbarians, "winter" is a cruel and quiet season. Without food, it is covered with ice and snow. If people die, there will be fewer troubles, pain, noisy and chaotic sounds.

This year's winter is somewhat different from previous years, at least in Panshi Village.

Almost every day, people wander outside the village. Sometimes they are alone, and sometimes several families are connected. Most of the leaders are women, very few young, most of them are older, with their faces all over their faces, pale and thin, and keep sucking their fingers, as if they treat this as a snack.

There are many wandering people in the forest and the wasteland.

The north and the south are eternal enemies. Although all the northern barbarians will choose the most brave warriors in their tribe to go to the Loong Pass to guard regularly, the contradictions between the tribes still exist. The life-and-death war never stopped and lasted for thousands of years.

The war produced a large number of dead people, causing countless families to be broken. Under normal circumstances, the winners would be taken away by young men and women in the broken walls as slaves, killing the elderly and children. After all, keeping them would only waste food.

Many villages will take in these people who are wandering in the wild. Of course, many times, they are not out of goodwill, but are used as reserved grain for the cruel season. They are equivalent to natural preservation and canned food that will not deteriorate for a long time.

There has been a game of fighting wits and courage between the villages with grain-deficient villages. The reason why they enter the village is not that they feel desperate about the future of life, but that they are just to get help when possible, get a bite of hot soup, or even eat it in one bite of food. Anyway, this is not my home, and once the death threat fades from the top of their heads, the villages will also think about what method to use to escape from the winter slaughterhouse that gives them vitality.

Women are the most gossiping group in the world, no doubt about it.

They are naturally more ostentatious than the magpies with the most nimble mouth. The comparison ingredients are probably firmly portrayed in the depths of their genes when ancient civilizations were destroyed. A bag of whiter wheat noodles, a piece of marinated meat that uses more salt and does not smell bad, and a newly cut linen clothes will all become the capital to raise their value in the female world.
Chapter completed!