The night was already deep, and outside the huge fence, a bonfire was burning, bringing a piece of light and a touch of warmth to this cold night.

Ma Liu leaned his body against the bonfire outside as much as possible, and his cold hand reached out to the firelight, so that it could absorb a little warmth to relieve his almost stiff body.

He didn't want to get sick because of the cold at night, because if he didn't have enough physical strength to do his job, he wouldn't be able to do his job well, which meant that he would be whipped tomorrow and that death was near.

He is the new leader of the Ma tribe, and he is not serious about it, because although he was elected by the tribe as the leader, he was not recognized by other tribes. Until now, he communicates with others as a leader, not as a tribal leader.

Because their tribe has been destroyed by other tribes in the last war, and all the tribesmen who were captured and still alive were also traded to the Flower Tribe, so now they are all slaves of the Flower Tribe.

In the past, it was okay, the work was just planting, and then dealing with some chores, although it was a slave, but at least everyone was able to survive.

But ten days ago, their labor changed, and they were sent to the Red Mountains to mine redstone, and the work was becoming more and more onerous. In the past, only one basket was required for every five people, but now one basket is required per person per day, which directly increases the workload by five times.

If you can't complete the task, there will be no food, in order to complete the assigned task, in this two days of rushing work, the people of their Ma tribe have died due to various engineering accidents, and this is not counting the death toll of other slave tribes.

Although it was very hard and labor-intensive, and there was still very little food, they could only endure it silently, not daring to stop work or resist. Because right next to the construction site, the warriors of the Flower Tribe erected a dense wooden frame like a forest, and on it, there are even more lazy or rebellious slaves.

Here, the slaves had no rights at all.

The whip in the overseer's hand was constantly waving every day, and the sound of the leather whipping on the flesh, the screams of being beaten, the shouting of the overseer, and the painful moans on the wooden frame were intertwined into bursts of fear that echoed in my ears.

Ma Liu didn't know how long he would be able to hold out, and the small valley next to it had already begun to be used to throw corpses, because every time they died, they had to dig pits and bury them, which was too much delay.

I don't know when, he couldn't hold on anymore and became one of them, the corpse wilderness, the flesh was wantonly eaten by crows, bugs, and wild beasts, and they might still frolic around him, or fight and snatch.

May the ancestors bless and end the suffering of the Ma tribe as soon as possible.

Without words, he silently recited in his heart.

If he could be free again, if he could be free again, if he could be human again, he would swear to his ancestors that he would protect it and defend it with his life.

Maybe every time people really lose something, they will find it precious and irreplaceable, and they will be willing to give everything to defend and cherish it.

And when facing the enemy again, he will definitely not choose to surrender, but would rather choose to die in a bloody battle. That's at least like a warrior, not like a pig and a dog.

As the minutes passed, Ma Liu's body became warmer, and then he directly moved out of the way, so that the clansmen behind him could get closer so that they could continue to warm up.

Sitting on the ground covered with weeds, leaning against each other with his back against another clansman, his eyes through the gaps in the wooden fence, over the campfire, into the endless night.

"You say, if we are saved, what should we do then?" Maybe out of boredom, Ma Liu found a topic to communicate with his tribesmen to pass the boring and cold nights, but also to encourage his companions and give them hope, although this situation is very slim.

"I don't know, anyway, this area is all in chaos now, and I don't see new slave tribes joining all the time. An answer rang out in the darkness, but the confusion permeated all his words.

"Yes, our hemp tribe is only a small tribe, and we are best at growing hemp, but we don't have any other special skills except for planting hemp.

Even if we are saved, we don't have the capital to take refuge in, so we want to grow hemp for them, but Mai is not as good as animal skins, so the greatest possibility is that we will use it as trophies and slaves of another tribe again. ”

This decadent answer came from behind Ma Liu, the clansman who was back to back with him.

After Ma Liu heard it, he was very surprised, you must know that this former was the first master of hemp cultivation in the tribe, he has always been proud of it, and he is even more high-spirited, but now, it is almost worn out of the sharpness on his body.

"But you can't say that, even if we don't grow hemp, we can still be warriors......" Before he finished speaking, Ma Liu suddenly stopped, and his eyes were even more round because of the sudden discovery, and the clansmen next to him found that there was no sound, and turned their heads to look at Ma Liu, seeing him with such a look, they also turned their heads to look along his line of sight.

As soon as he saw the situation over there, he felt his heart begin to beat violently, and he couldn't help but open his mouth, wanting to let out a roar to vent the excitement in his heart, but when he opened his mouth, he was covered by a big hand.

"Shhhh Ma Liu's deliberately suppressed voice sounded in his ears, but the excitement really couldn't hide it.

I saw that at the intersection of the firelight of the campfire and the dark shadows, a pair of legs were rapidly swallowed by the darkness, and they disappeared in a few breaths. But Ma Liu deliberately determined that at that time, someone came to sneak attack the leg of a flower tribe warrior!

"Everything is going very well, the enemy on the periphery has been cleared, but there was an operation that was discovered by a group of imprisoned slaves, but they were very cooperative and did not alarm the people of the Flower Tribe. After Hei Er saw that Su Ming was also following, he introduced the current situation to him.

"Don't be careless, be careful with the Ten Thousand Year Ship, let everyone still act according to the plan, continue to hide their whereabouts, and it is best not to be discovered, after all, some slaves may be willing to serve their masters to change their current situation. Su Ming was not very comfortable with these slaves, although there was a group that did not raise the alarm, but he could not guarantee that each of them would be so.

If it is detected in advance and the enemy is alerted, then this sneak attack may turn into a strong attack. So this risk can't be taken, after all, this is not a game, but a real life-and-death fight, it is going to die, and Su Ming wants to die the enemy.

Su Ming's actions continued, constantly cleaning up the surrounding guards, and heading towards the camp of the Hua tribe warriors......

"Who do you say, who are they? the vine tribe on the left, or the tree tribe on the right?" and Ma Liu, who found the people who had been attacked in the camp, lowered his voice and said in Ma Liu's ear, the excitement in his tone revealed.

Just now, everyone was still discussing the matter of being rescued, and now that they see the situation of this camp being attacked, could it be that the ancestor heard his heart and guided the savior to come.

Ma Liu is also happy and excited now, but his heart is a mess. Will they accept the allegiance of their tribe? Or will they be like the other generals, just as trophies, and still unable to escape the status of slaves.

At the beginning, he didn't think about giving a warning to the Flower Tribe, so as to make a great contribution and completely get rid of the status of a slave.

But in the end, he still put this temptation behind him, because even if he warned and repelled the sneak attack, he could not save the whole tribe in the end.

The reward given by the Flower Tribe for his meritorious deeds is most likely to be to remove the slavery status of dozens or hundreds of clansmen, because there is a precedent to follow.

However, Ma Liu wanted to free the entire tribe, a total of more than 1,000 people, from the status of slaves, to gain freedom and become free people.

This is his duty as a tribal leader, and it is also for the trust of the people in him.