Chapter 1818

So it is.

If the lions succeed, the whole clan may have been slaughtered by the lions according to the bigotry of the white wolves.

Miran'er sighed, holding Gus's arm and whispering in his ear, "don't be so pessimistic. With me, I will do my best to protect your territory."

"Belong to you?"

Gus listened to the meaning of this, suddenly felt a little strange, slightly frowning.

Mi Ran'er quickly laughed and said, "no, it belongs to us..."

They immediately went back to the cave and walked around the white-collar's territory. Miran'er asked Gus how spacious the White Wolf's territory was, and determined the specific terrain of the territory. Miran'er took it all in mind and prepared to draw the terrain on the cave wall after returning to the cave.

Breakfast was simply solved with wild fruit.

On one side of the forest, there is a mountain.

"Outside the mountain is the territory of the lion tribe. I think those who sneaked into the White Wolf tribe must have come in from this place." Gus said with great certainty.

"Go up and have a look?" Miran'er looked up at the mountain. It was about 200 meters above sea level. It was not very high, but it was very steep. Moreover, there seemed to be no big cave in the mountain, so no white wolf people chose to live here.

Gus held miran'er in his arms. Then he jumped up and fell together. Soon he reached the top of the mountain.

From the top of the mountain, sure enough, the forests and grass on the lion side are not as rich as those on the White Wolf side. There are obvious weeds and loess everywhere, which makes it more than twice barren.

No wonder the lions have been coveting the territory of the white wolves

"Where do these lions live?" When mi Ran'er looked over, he didn't see too high mountains in the lion tribe, let alone habitable caves.

"Lions like to live in groups. Most of them live under the trees in that low forest." Gus said in a low voice, pointing to a distant grove with not too many leaves.

Miran'er recalled it.

"I remember that lions mostly live in the plains and are not good at walking in the mountains. I think we can take advantage of the territory of the white wolves and the characteristics of the mountains to stop the lions!"

The words of miran'er brightened Gus's eyes.

He quickly asked, "what do you mean?"

Mi Ran'er looked at the mountain at his feet. "Transfer some of the younger members of the White Wolf tribe to this mountain to live on the top of the mountain for the time being. In the daytime, half of the people go to the forest to search for the lions hiding in the wolf tribe. The other half take bow and arrow to guard on the top of the mountain. As long as there are lions who dare to cross the mountain, they will shoot them directly!"

"That's a good idea, but if all the people who stay in the tribe are old, weak, sick and disabled, and if the lions sneak in from the other side, isn't it..." Gus thinks that miran'er's plan is not perfect.

Of course, MI Ran'er also thought of this point. "Of course, there will be people there. Moreover, let the old, the weak, the sick and the disabled live in the caves with relatively high terrain. Prepare some sharp stones in the caves, and let people stand guard every day. As long as there are people from the lion tribe coming, they will directly hit them with stones from the top!"

"Good!"

Gus immediately nodded and agreed to miran'er's plan.

After the two returned to the tribe, Gus called several elders together to share the plan.