C68

The sky was like blood, the high temperature was rolling down, and even the teeth on the mountain were sweating, but at the same time, his heart was ice-cold. The shadow before nightfall was now completely in front of their eyes, and on that distant red desert, the red sand had disappeared, leaving only endless black spots.

There were more people than he thought. There were ten thousand of them, and they were all moving together. There were at least twenty thousand of them, and their formation was loose and took up more of the ground. For a moment, he felt that these people could fill up the whole world.

"Teeth Cracking …" We can't wait any longer. Hurry up and go back, and tell Sanpang that we're in big trouble … " The pole seriously said to the pole, leaving the incisor in a daze. Holding onto the bird's nest-like hair, his eyes that were full of droppings blinked. After a while, he said, "What will you do if I leave?"

Under the urge of the pole, Chi Ya steeled his heart and led his five servants onto the road, leaving the pole to stand at the top of the hill and look at the back of the pole. He didn't know if he could still see Chi Ya and the peak, or if he could still see his woman and children.

It was impossible for him to hide. The barbarians were good at tracking footprints in the wilderness, leading a group of women and children. Even if they ran to the horizon, the barbarians would still be able to find them.

He wanted to preserve this tribe for Peak as much as possible. These tribes were Peak's property, and his life was saved by Peak. He should have died in the hands of the Dreadful Death God after Black Claw's abandonment, but if he survived, he would have to repay Peak.

In a place called the sweet well, a person who was not recognized by the peak, a person who had experienced filth, was willing to stay and protect the peak for the sake of the peak. As long as a slave or a woman betrayed him, the pole would die a miserable death, but he still stayed behind, willing to repay everything he owed the peak with his life.

Under his angry protest, Black Claw personally nodded and let him count the population. Like this, Feng Feng took a look at all the people in the tribe, and in the end, he didn't have enough hope to find Little Red Sand.

"There are four hundred and fifty-seven tribesmen in total …" " There were actually so many? I thought it was only three hundred. "

He looked at Black Claw impatiently. Under the second elder's surprised gaze, Black Claw twisted a few times and did not say anything. He even shut his mouth, but the joy on his face did not disappear.

"Of the four hundred and fifty-seven people, thirty-two are disabled, one hundred and fifty are lightly injured and need ten to thirty days to recover. There are two hundred and seventy servants left, half wounded, seventeen servants left, all wounded. There are eleven hundred and fifty women, nine hundred and seventy children under twelve years old, all from three months to twelve years old, and eight hundred chenu …"

"Servant Chi doesn't need to be counted as a human …" Black Claw very casually waved his hand, very much money was not the taste of money, it made Peak roll his eyes again, who said back then that he would become a slave if he couldn't pass the exam? In private, he was still muttering that he could be a personal slave if he couldn't pass the test, but he couldn't be a slave if he couldn't pass the test. Why?

"According to the tribe warriors' consumption of ten big pastries a month, and the servants' consumption of five big pastries a month, a total of XXX pastries will be required for the servants." According to the tribe warriors' consumption of ten big pastries a month, a total of five big pastries a month for the servants, a total of XXX pastries a month for the servants, and a total of XX pastries for the women and children.

Hei Shou interrupted his words again. "We have never calculated the food supply for them. They will always be able to survive …"

He rolled his eyes, pointed to more than a hundred of them who were under the age of twelve, and said: "The tribe's population is not enough, they can be officially converted into blood slaves, if someone completes the test, they will be promoted to warrior, and the girl can be a slave …"

"Do you have enough food?" Black Claw didn't care about the Chiru's change in identity. The twelve-year-old was not reliable, all he cared about was whether there was enough food or not.

"I expect that the food supply will last us thirteen months. If we reduce the consumption by 20%, we will be able to last for another three months …"

"You mean the grain is enough for us to harvest the next season?" Black Claw did not know 20% of the concepts, and he did not care how many months it could last. He only cared if it was enough to eat.

Feng Feiyun was a bit regretful for his professionalism. After explaining so much, the others didn't pay him any attention at all. He just nodded and said in a muffled voice: "Enough, more people will be enough to eat …"

"Could it have been wrong? Every year, the Great Clan Elder would say that just a little was not enough? " The second elder voiced out his doubts. Black Claw's eyes shined as he stared at the peak. He was also suspecting this in his heart and laughed out loud in anger.

"You guys go take a look at the Great Elder's house and find out why he said that. Right, remember to bring a shovel …"

Without a culture to manage the unfathomable Savage Tribe, it would be easier for them to get away with it. The second elder's problem was not even a problem for Feng Feiyun. Why was it not enough? All of the extra food had been embezzled by the Great Elder, who died and had no time to interfere with the harvest. Therefore, the harvest was only a normal year's worth of harvest, but the Black Claw Tribe managed to reap a substantial harvest.

Black Claw didn't understand culture, but that didn't mean he was an idiot. With a gloomy face, he led the way to the Great Elder's house. This house, which was second only to Black Claw's, was one of the few buildings in the tribe.

Under the beating of the crowd, they quickly found the cellars, or rather, the houses were built for the sake of these cellars. No wonder they couldn't even find the tribes on the ground.

When the baskets of somewhat dull sandy-jujube noodles were brought out, Hei Zhua's face became as dark as ink. The second elder could not believe it, while the tribal warriors scratched their heads. They did not understand why Hei Zhuo had built the granary under the First Elder's room.

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