Tianfeng felt a little incredible: "Who would support them to do this?" This is an attack on a large stockade, and the battle will kill people, and it will also consume weapons and armor, as well as food. ”

Xu Kun hurriedly nodded and agreed: "That's right! Some people support Qinglongzhai behind their backs, and they have to weigh the price they pay. There are more than 3,000 people in Mengxiangzhai, and if you want to win steadily, you have to have at least 3,000 or even 4,000 soldiers. It's a big problem for so many people just to eat every day. ”

Tianhao still looked like he was smiling faintly, and he didn't change at all: "Mengxiang Village is the village of the Bae tribe, and we ...... It is the Thunder Cow tribe of the Cattle Clan. ”

An unspeakable terrifying thought rushed towards Xu Kun like a tide, and he felt that there were obviously some more ingredients in his blood that were completely different from his usual. It surprised him, frightened him, and gave him a sense of transparency that made sense of the fog in an instant. But the heavy pressure followed, as if a boulder was pressing against his chest, unable to move, difficult to breathe, and unable to even feel his own pulse.

“…… Chief, you mean...... Big...... King? This sentence, Xu Kun said extremely difficult.

Tianfeng was also shocked by the instantaneous change of thought, and opened his mouth. After all, he is older than Xu Kun and Tianhao's eldest brother, although he has never had experience in this kind of thing, his acceptance speed is obviously much faster than others. Taking a deep breath, Tianfeng looked at the third brother with an inquiring gaze: "Ah Hao, what you said is true?" ”

"That's the only plausible explanation." Tianhao did not continue to dwell on this issue, and his divergent thinking made him think of more aspects.

Hunting Captain Yonggang moved his buttocks and changed to a more comfortable sitting position: "Ah Hao, do you think we should go to war?" ”

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

Xu Kun found it difficult to understand this: "Why? Even if there are few of us, we can follow behind Qinglong Village. They take the lion's share of the spoils, and we can get some benefits. Not to mention ......"

"You think it's that simple to fight?" Tian Hao chuckled, his tone was gentle, without the slightest ridicule or ridicule: "If it is an open clan war, Hao Ping doesn't need to hide it at all. The matter is clear, the scale of this clan war is not large, I am afraid that even the king himself will not admit it. Yes, Qinglong Village has indeed received strong support from other quarters, but as far as I can guess, the attack range should be limited to Mengxiang Village, and will not be expanded to other Deer Clan villages. ”

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

The old priest interjected: "This is not a clan war, but a temptation. ”

Tianhao said with a smile: "The king has taken a fancy to the things of the deer people, since there is no way to get it through the means on the surface, then simply grab it." ”

"Hao, the loom you mean?" The old priest was not so sure.

"I think it's supposed to be people, skilled weavers." Tianhao is quite sure about this: "No matter how good the loom is, someone must be able to use it to be effective." The deer people exchange cloth for many things from the cattle tribe every year, such as grain. They don't have much demand for weapons, like the last time we did business with Zuo Suozhai. This is the part that is only in demand, but not sold, and it will not be balanced in any way. As long as it is a human being, it must be clothed, and the king will not tolerate it forever. ”

Tianfeng suddenly realized: "As long as we catch a group of weavers of the Deer Clan, we can train our people?" ”

Tianhao was satisfied with the eldest brother's ability to understand: "So the scale of the battle must be controlled. Stockade to stockade, only in this way will it not arouse the vigilance of the deer people. It takes time to digest textile technology, and I guess the people above have already thought of how to deal with it. At that time, the captured deer people were sent directly to the royal city, and Qinglongzhai only said that the prisoners of war were sold, or eaten, and the deer tribe had nothing to do with them, and the problem would be handed over to the leaders of the two clans to negotiate and solve. ”

Yonggang asked thoughtfully: "So we can't participate in the war this time?" ”

"Not only can you not go to war, but you can't even mention it." Tianhao picked up the tongs and loosened the firewood burning in the pine fire pond: "If I'm not mistaken, the army sent by the king is already on the way, and it won't take a few days to reach Qinglong Village." Not only will we not benefit from inserting it, but we will also provoke the wrath of the king. ”

Xu Kun had already calmed down from the shock just now. Puzzled, he asked, "Then we're going to do nothing and just look at it like this?" ”

Tianhao said meaningfully: "Let our scouts out and tell them that they are not allowed to participate in the battle, just watch from a distance." Wait until the two sides of Qinglong Village and Mengxiang Village are almost finished, and then wait for my order to make the next move. ”

……

In the dictionary of the northern barbarians, "winter" is a cruel and quiet season. There is no food, there is ice and snow, people are dying more, and there are fewer troubles, pain, noise, and confusion.

This year's winter is a little different from previous years, at least in Panshizhai.

Almost every day, people wander outside the stockade. Sometimes it's a single person, sometimes it's several families. Most of the leaders are women, very few are young, most of them are old, and they are surrounded by children with ignorant faces and thin yellow muscles smashing and sucking their fingers, as if they treat this as a snack.

There are a lot of wandering people in the forests and wastelands.

The North and the South are eternal enemies, and although all the northern barbarians regularly select their bravest warriors to defend the Dragons, the contradictions between the tribes remain. The war of life and death has never stopped, and it has lasted for thousands of years.

The war has produced a large number of dead and has led to the shattering of countless families. Under normal circumstances, the victors would be taken as slaves by the young men and women of the breached walled city, killing the elderly and children. After all, keeping them will only be a waste of food.

Many villages take in these wanderers in the wild. Of course, many times it is not out of kindness, but as a reserve food for the cruel season, they are equivalent to natural freshness, and can be stored for a long time without spoiling.

There has always been a game of wits between the homeless and the food-starved villages. Of course, they did not enter the village to despair about the future of their lives, but only to get help if possible, to get a mouthful of hot soup, or even a bite of food that would not starve to death. This isn't my home anyway, and once the death threat fades from overhead, wanderers will also think about how to escape from the winter slaughterhouse that gives them life.

Women are the gossip group in the world, and there is no one.

They are naturally talkative, and they are more flamboyant than the sharpest mouthed magpies. The comparison component has probably been firmly engraved in their genes since the destruction of ancient civilizations. A bag of white-colored wheat noodles, a piece of salty cured meat that doesn't stink, and a freshly cut linen garment will all become the capital to raise the value of the women's world.