With the failure of the frontier killing show, in just a few months, the tribal human habitat retreated from the borders, ravines, and hills to the plains. The tribes fell one after another, and the population was reduced to 20,000.

The Dune people have evolved a new way of standing in the long battle with the tribesmen, crawling upside down, stepping on the ground with their hands and sickles, their feet raised high, their calves tucked back, all life-threatening possibilities shielded, but their mobility has become sluggish.

My grandmother was trapped in the middle of the steppe, and the food grown in the mountains and forests in the distance could not be harvested: "Whew...... Damn tribal patriarch, there is no problem except for his own intrigue, there is no way when it comes to strong enemies, and now food has also become a problem. ”

Chaos began within the tribe, and some people complained: "Of the 20,000 people in Mali, 10,000 are women, and if the Dune people attack, we will have no way to resist it!" ”

"Presumptuous!" Grandmother scolded, "Are you blaming Grandmother and many little mothers for their contribution to the tribe?" Where did you come from without women, where did you come from, where did you come from! ”

The tribesmen lowered their heads, not daring to say such words again.

Locke also felt the crisis of the tribe, and they understood that this civilization mechanism needed to be changed, but what was the use of changing it now, and humanity was about to perish.

"Report!" The small soldiers rushed directly into the camp, and by this time there were no so-called procedural rules, "The periphery of the steppe is already covered with dune people, and we are already surrounded by regiments!" ”

Grandmother forced an anxious expression and said, "Locke, why don't you send your men to fight?" They are the elite of the entire tribal elite, don't let them into the center of the steppe. ”

"Yes!" Locke knows his elite, they are just some barbarians who have the strength to wield iron rods, but the Dune people are rough and thick-skinned and not afraid of cold weapons, "We will definitely do our best, for the future of mankind!" ”

On the steppe, the Dune people approached the camp step by step in that strange posture, they did not have a unified command, but they were not impatient, for them this place of humanity would be theirs sooner or later.

Locke's men and horses dressed in tattered clothes and raised heavy sticks to the outskirts of the grassland, they only had formation, but no courage, and the long-term battle had made the human race desperate.

"Guardian Patriarch, it's better to ...... As...... Let's break out and escape back into the desert. "Some already have the idea of running away.

"Maybe you can ask the camel people for help!" This is obviously the way to go.

"Bastard!" Locke hated camel people so much that he had seen them kill their fellows, "I'd rather die here!" Take good care of our grandmothers and women, too! ”

"This is not a battle, this is a death!" Humanity has lost its fighting spirit.

"Howl!" At this time, the huge bodies of the dune people had slowly appeared on the grassland, and their hands were focused, and every step was steady.

"Up, up!" Locke raised his sword and commanded a group of men to go immediately, "For Grandmother!" ”

The tribal soldier hesitated to walk into the Dune People, but before he could swing a knife or a stick, he easily cut off his legs with the scythe raised by the Dune People: "Run! Run! ”

"No one is allowed to run, otherwise they will be killed!" Locke directly killed the guy who took the lead in escaping, but such a move could not stabilize the morale of the army, and the overwhelming advantage made everyone dare not fight.

The pace of the "Rustling ......" Dune people is still slow, they only know how to surround the humans, and then slowly shrink the encirclement, it doesn't matter how long it is, in the face of weak humans, such tactics will always succeed.

Watching the large number of men and horses flee towards the middle of the camp like a stream of water, Locke felt that he had no face to go back to his grandmother, and he had already experienced a desperate escape in his life, and that time he cried like a child as a tough guy.

This time, he decided not to escape, and he couldn't escape the end of human fate anyway, so he raised his sword and bravely rushed towards the Dune people.

What flew back was a head that no longer had tears......

"Captain Locke is dead! Dune people everywhere. "There were panic voices in the camp, and the women in the middle of the camp were crying, they used to have the greatest rights, the right to have children and to choose men, but now they understand that women need men's protection.

The Dune encirclement continued to tighten, and desperate men and women crowded together, trying to kick the outermost guys out of the group, so that they might survive a few more seconds.

Standing on a throne carved in wood, my grandmother began to regret the way she managed the human population, and the so-called matriarchal tribe was nothing more than a ridiculous statement made by herself to protect herself: "Humanity should have disappeared from the face of the earth a long time ago, but we have been struggling for some time." ”

"Grandmother...... Grandmother save us! "The tribal people look to their grandmothers and ask for their blessings at this time.

They didn't know that their grandmother was the ordinary Qin Anru, who was at best a doctor with some medical attainments, and had no ability to manage the population and protect human beings.

"Whew...... Accept your fate. Grandmother closed her eyes and shed helpless tears, "From now on, I thought that there would be no human civilization anymore, and everyone was waiting for death." ”

The greatest sorrow of mankind is that the leaders they believe in have lost their faith, they cry and scuffle, the men start grabbing the women's hair and beating them, and the women gouge out the men's eyes with their fingernails.

......At this time, there was a sound of cutting grass from the periphery of the grassland, and the crowd of sand dunes behind began to be chaotic.

"Boom!" The sound of a powerful car engine appeared, accompanied by the body of the Dune Man flying up, and the armored team full of Deadhills rushed to kill in front of the desperate humans.

"Ahh The sky crossed the figures of dozens of people, and Wan Qian rushed left and right with the shock team, and with the help of the body of the dune man, it continued to catapult and descended on the top of the armored car.

"It's the Wan Yan Rong of the herringbone tribe!" Someone began to cheer, the kind of admiring look that humans hadn't had in a long time, "How can they dress like this!" ”

Grandmother knew about these costumes, and she had seen the AI inside the wall pass through: "Herringbone tribe, what about Jiang Yilang......"

The armored gate opened, and the main force of the Burial Hillers jumped out of the car, holding the pneumatic knife in their hands, and looked at the surrounding dune people with a smile.

Jiang Yilang stepped out of the armor and stepped on the grassland with one foot steadily, he looked up at his grandmother on the high platform, and suddenly felt funny in his heart, human beings would actually obey a woman's words in order to give birth at some point.

"Patriarch Jiang Yilang, quickly lead your soldiers and save our tribe!" Grandmother seemed to see the savior, and the habit of being a grandmother made her arrogant again, "Grandmother will bestow on you the highest honor of the tribe and become the guardian patriarch." ”

Jiang Yilang smiled at Wan Yan and Po Shi, raised the long knife in his hand and said, "There is no guardian patriarch anymore, and there is no tribe anymore!" Everyone who wants to live worships me as Speaker Jiang Yilang, and I am the speaker of the Council! ”