Ben Boba left with peace of mind, and he still trusted his good friend Fathead Fish 100%, believing that he could handle things here.

The fish on the side all think that the fathead fish is delicious and lazy, and it is a timid and afraid waste, but only it knows that the fathead fish only occupies a lazy word, and the energy that this guy will burst out if he is serious is absolutely beyond imagination.

Ben Boba knew that it was difficult to persuade the old, weak, sick and disabled to follow them to do something great with just a few words from the fathead fish, and there must be stronger evidence! The Fish-People have always believed in the 'will of God' and believed that everything was the will of the gods.

The real stage is on the shore at night patrol, when the fathead's joking words and 'the will of the gods' are sure to convince everyone!

The fathead fish smashed the bar and smacked his mouth for a while, twisted his fat body, and cautiously approached an old fishman beside him, muttering to himself as if communicating with the people around him: "What's going on today?" Why did you suddenly recruit us to patrol it? ”

The elderly fish-man drooped his eyelids, and looked like he was breathing more than he was breathing, and he was dying.

"In the past few days, there have been more and more enemies outside, and many people have been killed in battle, and now it is estimated that there is no manpower, so we can go out to fight the enemy, this kind of thing has happened before."

Fathead Fish just heard Bean Sprouts talk about the leader's conspiracy, and then gathered what the old man said, and he was even more sure that this kind of thing had happened more than once.

"But I've heard that there's something going on here...... Many young and middle-aged people have been transferred to training, and sending us out, the old, weak, sick and disabled, can't stop the enemy, this is simply sending us to death! Fathead grumbled.

Before the old man could speak, another fishman on the side couldn't help but interject: "Isn't it, this is clearly to send us to death." ”

When the fathead fish heard that someone had responded, he immediately came to his senses and turned to chat with the person next to him.

"Brother Breast, do you think so too? Heroes see the same thing! This thing is weird in the bones, originally it was not forced to go out, and the pig-headed man had no ability to go into the water, but now the strong enemies outside are waiting, hiding in the lake without shrinking, and trying his best to go outside to send people to their heads! ”

The fat-headed fish began to show his acting skills, and shook his head again and again: "I can't figure this out!" ”

As the two chattered, the bored fishman on the side also joined in the chat.

Everyone has resentment in their hearts, and they all know what the outcome will be when they go outside.

They all contributed to the tribe when they were young, so why should they be 'abandoned' when they are old?

But now they have nothing to do, they are trapped here and can only wait for the night to die.

"What are you arguing about? It's all quiet! When the fish-man guard heard what was being said inside the thorns, he turned around and scolded angrily, and the fish were immediately silenced.

The fish-man, who was blind in one eye, muttered quietly, "Now I can't even speak......

The fish were extremely aggrieved, they were the ones who were about to die, and now they were still being instructed by others, and they were all holding back a cloud of anger in their chests.

Seeing this, the fat-headed fish immediately whispered: "Alas, it is really chilling to treat our meritorious people with this attitude." ”

The other fish-people all looked at the fathead fish with an 'inexplicable' look, and it is true that they have merit, but what credit do you have for the population?

The fat-headed fish's body stagnated slightly, and he waved his hand and said: "Don't care about these details, we are meritorious people, but what are they doing to us now?" ”

"Well, what can we do then? Look at the way we are now, are you still qualified to refuse? ”

The old, weak, sick and disabled laughed miserably, looking at the bodies that were either old or crippled, and now they could only be at the mercy of others.

"Are you willing? Anyway, I'm not reconciled! "The fathead fish knows that he can't talk too much, otherwise he won't wait for his brother to come to the rescue, and I'm afraid that he will be killed by a spear.

As soon as this remark came out, it really resonated with many fishmen, and the grievances in their hearts were even worse: "How about being willing, what can we do if we are unwilling, do we have a choice now?" ”

"Perhaps, there will be a miracle!" Fathead Fish sighed.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the thorn circle was filled with despair and resentment, but at the moment they could do nothing but wait for their fate to come.

Looking up, you can vaguely see a light swaying in the water.

When the light is gone, it's time for them to die.

Time is the most unforgiving.

When you are happy, time flies so fast that you can't catch your tail, and before you can carefully taste the taste of pleasure, it quietly slips away from your mouth.

When you are desperate, the time is so long, so that you live like years, every minute and second is like a sharp knife, ripping off the flesh on your body little by little, and experiencing the most complete crying.

The atmosphere of the Thorn Circle became more and more somber, and even the water was filled with a twilight air, a kind of dead air.

The fathead fish stared at the dark place behind the thorn circle, and his heart was very anxious: Bean sprouts, I have already done what you said, and I hope to escape this time.

Just when the fathead fish was stunned, the only light swaying above his head disappeared.

The crippled fish-man pointed to the top of his head: "It's dark." ”

Groov!

The hearts of the fish suddenly fell with a weighing stone.

"Alright, all up, it's time for you to go on patrol." The fish-man guards outside came over with weapon racks, and their tones were high.

"We've been brought here since noon, and now we're on a mission, and we won't even give us a bite to eat...... Fathead said, touching his round belly.

"What to eat! They are all people who are dying, and they have eaten and wasted! ”

"Stop grinding, come and get a weapon, and go on patrol! I'll eat again when I come back! ”

The fish-man guards simply didn't pretend, they had already sent more than a dozen batches of fish-men to death, and no one had come back yet.

Moreover......

According to the will of the priests, even if anyone comes back alive, he will be punished for dereliction of duty and executed on the spot.

The fish-man tribe does not accept these "burdens", the tribe is a young tribe, and it is necessary to develop, and these old, weak, sick and disabled people cannot be dragged down.

According to the priest's original words, these patrols can paralyze the pig-headed people outside, making them mistakenly think that the strength of the Winter Fury Fishmen is low, and when they relax, the most brave young elite can kill them by surprise! And this is the last contribution of these old, weak, sick and disabled to the tribe.

The old, weak, sick and disabled were urged out of the thorn circles, and they were dumbfounded when they got their weapons.

"Let's take this thing and patrol outside?"

The fish-people usually use stone spears, which are composed of tough wooden poles and sharp-polished stone spear heads, but now they have wooden spears in their hands, or soft and rotten wooden poles, and the rod heads are not very sharp, and it seems that they can only deal with things with a few random strokes.

The fathead fish poked his belly with a wooden spear, which couldn't even pierce his belly, and he still wanted to fight the pig-headed man outside?

"Shut up!"

"It's good to have a weapon, ask for so much!"

"Hurry up, get something and hurry up and go on patrol, what's the nonsense?"