Chapter 20 Are you willing to join the Vine tribe?
Under the low mountain in the jungle, in a cave, a dozen tribesmen wearing tattered grass skirts gathered around a fire, with no hope in their eyes.
Among them, they look sallow and thin, and they look like they are often hungry.
There was only one middle-aged man who looked relatively strong, but he had a broken left arm and his combat effectiveness was greatly reduced.
One of the women squatted on the ground, hugged her knees and said: "More than a hundred tribesmen have fled, and now there are only a few of us left. If this continues, we will not survive."
When other people heard this sentence, they had a sad look in their eyes.
They are a group of people who have lost their tribe. Without the protection of the tribe, they cannot survive long in this wild jungle.
The one-armed middle-aged man was silent for a moment, then comforted him with difficulty: "There will always be a way."
A man stood up, spread his hands in collapse and said: "We have heard enough of this. If I had known this, it would be better to stay in the tribe and die with the tribe."
Two women began to sob softly, but they did not dare to cry out and bit their arms in a suppressed manner.
Some people were leaning against the cave wall, staring blankly at the rocks on the roof of the cave.
The one-armed middle-aged man stood up. This environment was too depressing and despairing. He wanted to go out for some air.
Walking outside the cave, the air after the rain was very fresh. Looking at the sprouting vegetation, the depression in the heart of the one-armed middle-aged man was slightly relieved.
Little did he know that there were five pairs of eyes staring at him on the big tree not far from the cave.
On the thick tree, Jiang Xuan turned to look at Chi Shao and whispered: "It seems that they have similar experiences to us. They are all people who escaped from the tribal war."
The quarrel in the cave just now was too loud, and the tribesmen who were in a state of collapse shouted at the top of their lungs, so Jiang Xuan and the other five heard clearly.
Chi Shao also looked at Jiang Xuan and whispered: "Yes, they are all tourists."
Tourists are people who have lost their tribe.
They are like lonely ghosts, wandering in the primitive jungle. Some are lucky enough to join other tribes, while some are unlucky and die in the jungle due to various accidents.
Jiang Xuan and the others are very lucky.
They found the ancient Shishan vines, settled under the bamboo forest, and established a small tribe.
These tourists were more unlucky. Due to various accidents along the way, more than 90% of them died.
Chi Shao seemed to have guessed Jiang Xuan's thoughts and said: "Do you want to take them in?"
Jiang Xuan thought carefully for a moment and said, "Let's observe them first and find out their situation."
Although the Teng tribe is indeed short of people, there is a risk in hosting tourists. If the guest takes over the host, it will be troublesome.
Therefore, it is very important to understand the other party's situation.
"Then let's take another look."
Several people squatted on the tree and watched the middle-aged man with a broken arm walking around the entrance of the cave.
Soon after, someone came out of the cave again.
Although the situation is dire and people are distracted, we still have to eat, and no one wants to starve to death.
They dug some wild vegetables near the cave, caught some large bugs that were easier to catch, set up a few simple lasso traps, and caught some small prey for food.
Of course, because we don’t dare to go too far, we can only get limited food. After sharing the food among a dozen tourists, we can only guarantee that we will not die of hunger, but it is impossible to be full.
That afternoon, Jiang Xuan and others returned to the bamboo forest because it was too dangerous to spend the night in the primitive jungle.
In the next two days, Jiang Xuan has been observing these tourists, determining their number and their combat effectiveness.
After observation, Jiang Xuan found that there were a total of twelve tourists in the cave. The one-armed middle-aged man should be a warrior of one color, and the others were ordinary people.
In other words, the combat effectiveness of these people is very low. Even if they join the Vine Tribe, they are unlikely to overwhelm them.
What made Jiang Xuan really make up his mind was an unexpected situation that occurred on the third day.
A seriously injured tourist died on this day.
The remaining eleven tourists, who were starved of food every day, did not choose to eat his body, but dug a hole and buried him.
It was this move that made Jiang Xuan decide to absorb these tourists into the Vine Tribe.
Because in desperate situations, people's viciousness is most easily stimulated. If there are a few cruel and unscrupulous people among these tourists, when food is in short supply, this fresh corpse may be eaten as meat. This wild world is very dangerous, and the habits of each tribe are also different. There are many tribes that do not eat people, and cannibal tribes naturally also exist.
Jiang Xuan doesn't want to take in some tourists from the cannibal tribe, it's too dangerous.
After Jiang Xuan obtained the consent of Chi Shao, Uncaria, Stone Loach, and Nan Xing, he no longer hid and appeared directly outside the cave where tourists temporarily lived.
Five warriors with totem patterns on their faces appeared, and the eleven remaining tourists in the cave suddenly panicked.
The one-armed middle-aged man walked out bravely, holding a stone spear tightly in his hand. The others followed nervously behind him, holding wooden spears, stones and other simple weapons in their hands. p>
Eleven pairs of eyes stared at Jiang Xuan and the other five, but no one spoke, and they were always ready to fight.
Except for the one-armed middle-aged man, Jiang Xuan felt no threat from these people at all, because he was already a warrior of one color, much stronger than these hungry tourists.
Jiang Xuan said to the one-armed middle-aged man: "Don't be nervous, we don't mean any harm."
"We are from the Vine Tribe, and the reason why we come to you is to save you."
"Teng tribe, save us?" The one-armed middle-aged man looked at Jiang Xuan doubtfully, hoping he would give an explanation.
Jiang Xuan continued: "Yes, you are all people who have lost your tribe. If you can't find another tribe to take you in, how long do you think you can survive in the dangerous jungle?"
The one-armed middle-aged man fell silent, and the eyes of the tourists dimmed. Jiang Xuan's words clearly touched their hearts.
"I don't like to beat around the bush. If you are willing to join the Vine Tribe, you will be protected by our Vine God and the tribe. You will have a place to live, food to eat, clothes to wear, and you will no longer have to worry every day."
Jiang Xuan's words made these tourists breathe heavily, because what Jiang Xuan said was exactly what they longed for.
Only after experiencing hunger, cold, and precarious fear did I understand how important it is to have a tribe.
"Why should we believe you?"
The one-armed middle-aged man is more cautious because Jiang Xuan is too young. Although several people around Jiang Xuan are all warriors of the same color, they are also young.
Jiang Xuan asked naturally: "Do you have any other choices?"
The one-armed middle-aged man was silent.
Although he is also a warrior of one color, one of his arms has been broken. Facing five warriors of one color, he has no chance of winning.
If Jiang Xuan and the others were forceful and kidnapped everyone back to the Vine Tribe, the one-armed middle-aged man would at most be able to resist in a symbolic way.
The other tourists are not stupid either. They are very aware of their situation, but still no one speaks. Instead, they all look at the one-armed middle-aged man, hoping that he can come up with an idea.
At this moment, Chi Shao said: "You are lucky that the Teng tribe is willing to take you in. If you stay here, none of you can survive."
Jiang Xuan responded in time: "Our patience is limited, you'd better make a decision early. If you don't want to join the Vine Tribe, we will leave immediately, and you can stay here to fend for yourself."
When the tourists heard these words, they immediately panicked. Finally, a tribe took them in. They didn't want to miss this opportunity.
Jiang Xuan took in their reactions and said, "Let me ask you one last time, are you willing to join the Vine Tribe?"
The one-armed middle-aged man struggled in his heart for a long time, then looked back at the tourists who were looking at him eagerly, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "We...are willing to join the Vine Tribe..."
Jiang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. He was really afraid that these people would be stubborn and unwilling to join the Vine Tribe.
The next thing is easy.
After letting the tourists clean up briefly, I gave them something to eat, and then took these tourists directly back to the Vine Tribe.