From these acquaintances, Bit learned that they were also disheartened after the tribe was destroyed by the blizzard, and sat in the ruins of the tribe to die, and when they were about to die, they met the leader.

According to the chief, he will be able to lead them to find enough food to survive the winter, and they will be able to form a large tribe to dominate one side.

So the practical question of whether to join them or not was placed in front of him, joining them would mean betraying his tribe, and not joining would mean losing his life.

For a while, he had a hard time deciding.

After experiencing a complex psychological struggle, the desire for life prevailed.

He nodded in agreement.

The woman saw that the only man in the tribe had abandoned the tribe and had children to take care of, and she did not want to die so early, so she joined him as well.

Subsequently, Bit followed these people around, hungry and full along the way, which was very hard.

However, he thought that he would be able to eat enough after suffering this period, so he gritted his teeth and persevered.

During this period, one of them continued to have people who couldn't resist the severe cold of this winter, and fell on the road forever, and at the same time, some people continued to join.

The team snowballed and grew bigger and bigger, and it could be said that it was not until about 400 that the leader suddenly led them north.

The location where they went north was the Xingyue Tribe.

When Bit learned from the leader's mouth that the so-called food for spending the whole winter was snatched from the Xingyue tribe, his heart was ten thousand unwilling.

The tribes of all sizes in this area, who do not know the strength of the Xingyue tribe and dare to covet their food, is tantamount to pulling teeth from the mouth of a tiger.

Not only him, but the vast majority of the entire team maintained an opposing opinion.

Then the leader's sentence: "If you don't rob it, then wait to starve to death!" The objectors fell silent.

The food that Bit brought out from the tribe had been eaten a few days earlier, and if he did not replenish it, he would be completely starved until he starved to death.

In order to survive, he had to risk his life to go against the Xingyue tribe.

Bit originally thought that no matter how strong the Xingyue tribe was, so many people on his side would definitely be able to fight for a tragic ending, and if he was still alive, then a better life would beckon him.

There is always such a big gap between the reality and imagination of the third class, after launching several waves of attacks, not only did they not have the upper hand, but they were beaten by the warriors of the Xingyue tribe, holding their heads and running away, and finally fell into the end of a prisoner.

Bit felt the rope tightly bound to his body, and couldn't help but burst into tears and regret it.

Knowing this, I would not have joined them, but would have eaten the bark of the tree, chewed the grass roots, and occasionally caught a small hare, and I might have been able to survive this winter, and I would not have ended up in this fate when the time came.

When they complained to him and regretted it, they saw the strong man walk in front of them.

According to the names of the warriors of the surrounding tribes, this strong man seems to be called Liu Junting.

Liu Junting glanced at these people and said, "I know that you are hungry, and I specially prepared food for you, if you still make a fuss, don't blame me for being polite!" ”

"Food!"

What a beautiful word, Bit felt that he was in the warmth of the spring breeze.

Then he saw four people from the Xingyue tribe carrying a large vat and humming towards them.

Bit knew that their food was in this vat.

He sniffed vigorously, and a smell that he had never felt before penetrated his nostrils.

It smells so good!

His saliva began to spread.

"This is the bowl you use, if you break it one by one, you can catch it with your mouth!" Liu Junting pointed to a basket and said.

This basket contains primitive stoneware, and there is no glaze, and the glazed pottery can only be used by the tribesmen of the Xingyue tribe, and it will never be passed on. These were originally intended to be used to trade in the bazaar early next year, but they were used on these people.

Bit was driven into a long line by the warriors of the Xingyue tribe with clubs.

He didn't know why the warriors had formed them into a snake-like shape, but in order not to be beaten, he obediently listened to them.

As he received his meal, he understood the role of the snake-like shape.

At the very front of the dragon, the man standing at the front received a bowl, and a warrior beside him drove him to the vat with a club.

Next to the vat stood a warrior, but in his hand there was no club for beating people, but something with a round front and a wooden handle behind it.

Bit felt like a weapon he hadn't seen before, ready to kill someone.

But what happened then made him reject the idea.

I saw that the soldier used the round front end of the thing to reach into the vat, and after a while he lifted it again, aimed it at the man's bowl, turned the front end over, and a stream of white liquid flowed into the man's bowl.

Now Zibit understands that this thing should be a tool used to distribute food.

It also allowed him to see clearly what was in that straw tank.

How can this white liquid be food?

Bit was suspicious, feeling cheated, but judging by the aroma coming from the clay jar, it seemed to be a food.

But the question arises, how can food be liquid? Shouldn't it be meat and fruit and plant tubers that can be used?

Confused, he quickly got there.

He took a bowl from the basket, and he didn't want to be beaten, so he consciously walked to the side of the vat.

This surprised the soldier next to him, there were dozens of people who passed by him, none of them were as conscious as him, and they could only move a point under the stick they wielded.

"Oh, here's your ball potato paste!"

As he spoke, the warrior scooped a scoop of white paste from the vat and poured it into the bowl.

"Ball potato? What is Ball Potato? Hearing this term, Bit couldn't help but ask curiously, he had never heard of this kind of food before

The warrior was also very dismissive of this idiot's question, he waved his spoon, and said disdainfully: "It's the round plant tuber you usually eat, hurry up, the next person is coming!" ”

I see, Bit now understood that there was something made of it, and in his original tribe, it was often eaten, but it was bland and tasteless, and he and his people generally did not eat it until there was enough food.

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