Taking these surrendered people as the guide, they brought enough food to Huanche Village, and they could be called the opening gate in just a few words.

The strongest men all changed their minds and joined Panshi Village. The remaining women, the elderly and children naturally could not have any other way out. Everyone gathered together and had a delicious meat pie. People left Huanche Village with a few private property in the cold season and became new members of Panshi Village.

All this was done during the time of Xiong Kui's imprisonment, and he knew nothing about it.

"This is impossible!" Xiongkui stared at his eyes and howled like a wounded wolf: "That's my village, I am their leader. You... you are lying to me, you must be lying to me. I don't believe it!"

"Believe it or not, it's your business." Tianhao shrugged indifferently: "I'm very busy and have no time to waste time on you. If it weren't for the fact that you are the leader of the village, I wouldn't be too lazy to come over and say these words to you."

Xiongkui's first intuition was that Tianhao was deceiving himself and trying to achieve some purpose. Reason and calmness cleared these crazy thoughts in the brain space at the same time, and used realistic evidence to prove that everything was true. The contrast between illusion and reality was so cruel that Xiongkui's old face was entangled, and as anger became tighter, despair spread out in pain and regret. He opened his mouth, and did not notice that the uncontrollable saliva dripped slowly from the corner of his mouth, just like a faucet that was turned on and forgot to close. Soon, a fine straight line reflected by the flames appeared at that position.

Tianhao observed Xiongkui's emotional changes calmly. He stuffed a piece of cake into his mouth, stood up while eating, and his voice mixed with unceremonious chewing sounds: "You are free now, you can go wherever you want."

...

Staggering out of the room, Xiongkui discovered that this was a brand new world that he had never seen before.

The tall tower is very conspicuous, with strong archers standing on it. There are many people queuing in the square, shouting horns such as "circles, triangles" for the leader. Xiongkui doesn't understand what it means at all. He just thinks that those people are walking in a neat manner and look quite interesting.

Dozens of women walked from a distance with wooden slids, filled with fish. They were big, almost as long as adults' elbows to their fingertips. The surface of the green fish scales was slightly pink, but they were frozen hard, unable to jump or struggle, and they were as hard as firewood.

A fire broke out in the blacksmith shop, and a "ding-ding-dang" knock came from inside. The door of the house was open, and many children were crowding next to the furnace to watch. There was a man standing in front of them, talking to them. The distance was too far, and I couldn't hear clearly what he was talking about. However, Xiongkui guessed that it should be related to metal construction and ore smelting.

Everyone's face showed a healthy red color, with no sign of hunger at all.

What shocked him even more was the quantity.

There are too many people.

This is definitely not a number that a small village with a few hundred people should have. Looking around, there are at least thousands of people who can see just these people.

There are many familiar faces among them.

They are all members of the Wanche Village.

The woman let go of the rope pulling the cart in her hand and looked at Xiongkui who was standing more than ten meters away in a loss.

Some elderly people gathered around and together with their children, they formed a circle with Xiongkui as the core. There was a large blank space in the circle and no one stepped forward.

Aping was a bit far away. He looked at Xiongkui guiltily through the gap in the human wall, subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold A Mei's arm standing beside him. A little panic just emerged in his heart, and it dissipated as his fingers touched the soft skin.

Xiongkui lowered his head, and his dirty hair dissipated in the cold wind.

They are all from the Chezhai Village and their own village residents.

I am your leader!

No one knelt down as usual, nor did anyone bow to Xiongkui. The indifference was revealed in his eyes, and the terrible calm gradually turned into silence that affected the entire village. More people who received the news gathered around him, and looking at the densely packed thick walls around him, Xiongkui's body was trembling involuntarily, and fear occupied the entire brain space.

There are at least two thousand people here, not the one thousand I estimated before.

He finally believed that Tianhao did not lie. The Huanche Village was indeed annexed, and no one from the elderly to the children was spared, including all the young men he brought.

Why don’t you resist?

Pick up the steel knife and axe and cut off the dog and bastard from the Panshi Village!

And women... You shameless bitches, who are obviously from Chezhai, are lying beside the men in Panshizhai. Are you shameless?

Xiongkui opened his mouth and wanted to curse the people in front of him. He had the qualifications to be furious, and this was the power of the leader to scold his subordinates.

But he dared not.

There are too many people.

Even the most familiar confidants were not able to see any possibility of obeying orders in their eyes. They either turned their bodies over, or lowered their heads, and tried not to contact their own eyes. It was obvious that they did not intend to stand up and help them speak, and would not stand on their side at all.

As for the others... Xiongkui suddenly realized something when he looked at the sleds loaded with frozen fish.

They can now eat and wear soft and comfortable cotton clothes. As Tianhao said to himself before, with these, who would still be willing to go back to the car village to live the hard life before?

"...I...I am your...leader...ah..." His hoarse voice was suppressed very low, and Xiongkui felt his throat tremble, and his face was full of sadness, which was twisted in pain.

He pounded his chest hard with his fist, and the regret that he could not describe in words pierced into his heart like a knife.

"You want us to follow you back?"

Suddenly, a crisp sound rang out of the crowd. Following the direction, Aju walked out of the crowd. Her clean face was rubbed with animal fat, and she would not wrinkle even in the cold wind: "There is no food in the Huanche Village, can you solve this problem?"

Xiongkui was speechless when asked, but the authority he was challenged instantly made him angry and he couldn't help but want to swing his fist to smash the damn woman's head in front of him.

"I used to be a member of the Huanche Village. Last winter, you sold me. You ate the most food you exchanged for. The whole village worked hard to grow wheat in the field, but in the autumn, you sent it out with just one word. You want to be a nobleman, you want to get a surname, but what about us? What can we have?"
Chapter completed!