(The record for three years cannot be broken. I spelled it out and wrote it until the early morning. Finally, I finished it. Give myself a thumbs-up!)

When the tiger and leopard statues start to fight, the most fear is that they are not themselves, because they are all very powerful and have strong confidence, thinking that they can survive to the end and become winners. At this time, the most feared are those kittens, dogs, and rabbits, because either side of the battle can easily swallow them in one bite.

Want to run?

Where can I run?

At first, he didn't dare to run away. Wanyan Aguda, the leader of the alliance of the Female Tribe, disappeared for no reason. He was blown into a pile of rotten meat in front of everyone. At this time, wouldn't he be guilty and slammed this shit pot on his head?

They could only stay with their teeth, fantasizing that they could quickly find the murderer so that they could go home. At this time, everyone had no hope of getting enough rewards.

But the development of the matter was beyond their expectations. The Wanyan tribe did not find the murderer at the first time, but instead fought to become the boss at the first time. From the initial quarrel, the criticism of the other party being suspected of murdering the leader of the alliance, to the final direct encounter.

And at this time, they no longer dared to run away.

Running at this time will probably end up being killed.

The Wanyan tribe was divided into several factions to fight. At first, they didn't look down on these small tribes, and they all turned their attention to the middle and large tribes, wanting the other party to be their help, but those middle and large tribes that can not only survive but also grow stronger on the cruel wasteland, aren't that old fox? Seeing an excellent opportunity at this moment, how could they easily express their support for that party?

An ambiguous atmosphere spread around Huanglong City. The middle and large tribes were slowly retreating, but they did not leave too far, but watched the duel within the Wanyan tribe from afar.

Who doesn’t have the intention to pick up peaches?

If the Wanyan tribe quickly decides the winner and the winner is still very strong, then they don’t mind supporting the new leader. If they are equal in strength and are hard to solve, then everyone will have a chance. Of course, the best thing is that they both lose and lose. Everyone will rush forward and divide the rich man first. As for who will be the boss in the future, we will decide the winner and lose.

Anyway, this has been happening on the wasteland for thousands of years.

After this situation appeared, both the Wanyan tribe and some other mid-to-large tribes all focused their attention on those small tribes at the same time.

At this time, it would be good to have more strength. If you have more warrior, it would be more combat power.

So sweet words, threats and intimidation were performed one after another, with only one goal, to incorporate these small tribes into their own tribes.

Those small tribes have reached the critical moment of life and death. Whenever the wasteland is in chaos, when the tribes are reshuffled, some tribes will disappear, disappear in the dust of history. In the years and months that follow, some new tribes will be reborn and rise.

If it weren't for the desperate situation, who would want their tribe, their surname, and their flag to disappear? It's like a man wants to inherit his genes. No one is willing to leave nothing in this world and leave silently.

These small tribes were not only threatened like this, but also had big problems with their own food supply. They were so poor that they came carefully. If it were in previous years, they had already embarked on the way home with a large number of rewards, but now, the return is far away, and the food has been eaten up.

Not only did there be no food, but even the firewood for heating is becoming increasingly difficult to obtain, because those who go out to collect firewood often never come back once they go. No one knows that they fell into the hands of which tribe?

If you are cold, you can barely get over it when you are crowded together, but if you are hungry, you cannot resist it by a strong will.

This is the sorrow of the weak. Even if they want to support them, in the end, they will still have to accept the inevitable fate.

Whether it is the Wanyan tribe or the middle tribe, they naturally have food, but no one will take it out. They all watched all this coldly, waiting for these small tribes to come and join them after they could not persist.

Now everyone is watching with great enthusiasm, but it is difficult to openly snatch these small tribes. If they fight for themselves, no matter whether it is justice or private affairs, no one can get into it. Of course, only they themselves know the private actions.

It was at this moment that a message began to spread among the small tribes. The leader of the Xinuzhi tribe, Temuer, was willing to provide some support to everyone, and it was not necessary for these small tribes to join them. Of course, IOUs were necessary. After this storm, they had to pay twice, or triple or even more for a long time.

At this time, if you can borrow food, not to mention twice or three times, or even ten times, everyone is willing to do so. If you can't afford to pay it back in the end, it will be just a consequence of the fall of a clan. But if you can persist until the end, you will still have the opportunity to continue your tribe.

When the leader of the first small tribe pretended to be brave enough to enter the camp of the Xinuzhi tribe and pulled out a truck of food from where to go, more small tribes rushed over.

Timur also refused everyone to come. As long as it comes, it could lend some food. This made the leaders of some other large tribes very surprised. Although they had food, they actually didn’t have much surplus. This is also the reason why they have been hesitating. Where did Timur come from so much food to lend to these small tribes?

Through the action of borrowing grain, Timuer quickly established a certain reputation and prestige among the small tribes. From when, a small tribe moved its camp to the side of Timuer's camp and settled it. It could be a few steps closer to step from this camp to another camp. If it were in the past, this was an offensive act, but now the tribe no longer cared about this. He bet that the kind Timuer would not care about his rude behavior.

As expected, Timuer didn't care. Even after they settled down, he came over to take a look and gave them some strong wine from the Ming Dynasty in the distance to keep them warm.

Then, a chain reaction occurred, and one small tribe after another leaned over, so dozens of small tribes were stationed on the side of the Temur camp. Don’t underestimate these. There are indeed not many people in a small tribe, but the combined strength of dozens is quite interesting. At least they can piece together two or three thousand warriors. And Temur’s Xinuzhi tribe can only take out three thousand warriors if they close together.

As expected, Temuer kept his promise and did not act in annexing them. Instead, he frequently took out the supplies from his camp to help these small tribes in trouble.

Just under the influence of these silent and subtle influences of moistening things, these dozens of small tribes became accustomed to Temuer’s orders without realizing it.

In fact, for them, who issuing orders is not a big problem, because they have always been the one who obeys the orders. What they are asking for now is to continue the tribal bloodline and to escape the disaster in front of them.

"Mr. Ren, you are so amazing, hahaha!" In the big tent, Temuer said to the Ming Guoan official who was sitting in front of the brazier with a red face and stretched out his hands to roast the fire. "Now, I can gather six thousand warriors."

"Congratulations to the leader." Ren Hao rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Now, even the Wanyan tribe cannot gather so many warriors near Huanglong City. You are one step closer to your goal."

"But Mr. Ren, although I have gathered so many people and won their hearts, we are now in new trouble. So many people are all going to have to eat! Although we have prepared for a long time, the food we brought cannot last for a few days. What should we do next?"

"It's simple!" Ren Hao laughed and said, "Since the food is about to be gone, it is naturally done according to the most direct rules on the wasteland."

"Grab?" Timuer grabbed the hard-poached beard on his chin, "Who should he attack?"

The names of tribes were spit out from his mouth, all of which were the major tribes who were now staying near Huanglong City and were preparing to get cheap. He was a little confused.

"Mr. Ren, what do you think? You choose one for me. Anyway, I can trust your vision."

Ren Hao shook his head and said, "Chief, no one believes what you said just now. It is not that we can't beat them now, but that even if we beat them, how much food can we get? And in this way, it will make everyone in the middle and large tribes in danger and unite to deal with us. This is not a good thing."

"Then who do you think we should rob?" Timuer asked in confusion.

"Chief, who do you think we are going to steal now? Those big tribes will not only not make things difficult for us, but may also help us openly and secretly?" Ren Hao asked with a smile.

Timuer blinked his eyes and suddenly understood who Ren Hao was targeting, and he couldn't help but fight a cold war with excitement.

What Ren Hao said is naturally the Wanyan tribe.

He was ruled by the Wanyan tribe for decades. Since his father, the Wanyan tribe has been pressing on their tribe. His power has remained for decades. It is said that the power of the tiger will not fall.

"Can we beat it?"

"Now the elders of the Wanyan tribe are fighting each other and don't care about themselves, but Huanglong City, as the foundation of the Wanyan tribe, is well preserved. The wealth of the Wanyan tribe is also concentrated there. If we succeed in the battle and take down Huanglong City, then even if these people react and unite again, we will be enemies. Without food or weapons, what will they fight us? Even if it is exhausted, we can consume them to death. And the other tribes, haha, after seeing our combat effectiveness, give them some property and keep them at that time, they will run faster than anyone else. Because at that time, they will be afraid that we or the Wanyan tribe will forcefully annex them."
Chapter completed!