Strictly speaking, the current number of people in the Fire Fist Tribe is not the 121 people shown on the stone tablet, but 136 people.

The extra 15 people are naturally the snow bandits who are still imprisoned in the dungeon.

As long as Soma is willing, these people can join the tribe as slaves and transform into new residents at any time.

At the same time, for the snow bandits who numbered tens of thousands, it didn't matter if they were missing a dozen or so people.

This is the real big house in the surrounding area!

"It's just a few hundred kilometers to Qinggang City. Even with the map, only Thomas, the priest in the tribe, can make the round trip with certainty. If the others go on the road... I'm afraid their lives will be in vain!"

The weather of minus 40 degrees was no joke. Sumo himself couldn't bear to go to Qinggang City, let alone other people.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to the dungeon to meet these snow bandit prisoners.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't get the tiger's cubs.

Since these snow bandits can come here, they must have the ability to go back.

Of course, persuading people to surrender is not an easy task, at least not by letting a rough guy like Huang Xiangyu do it.

"I have to take action myself."

Being reduced to dealing with a group of ordinary snow bandits, Sumo enjoyed it.

At least it's much better than lying in bed every day for the first half of the month and just watching the sun rise and set day after day.

"I'll pretend to be the dungeon guard later, and you can take me in for a walk."

"You come and tell these captives that the tribe is currently short of supplies. The tribe cannot afford food for fifteen people, and five people need to be disposed of..."

Sumo called Huang Xiangyu and gave instructions one after another.

Huang Xiangyu nodded his head like garlic. Ever since he killed two waves of snow bandits in a row, he respected Sumo, the clan leader, like the incarnation of a god.

Including the level of faith, it has also been raised to the same level of 'loyal believer' as Thomas.

"Remember, don't introduce my identity, just do what you have to do."

Sumo gave another uneasy instruction, and until the latter nodded heavily, the two of them pushed open the dungeon door.

This was originally a warehouse built underground to prevent moisture.

Because a lot of supplies were plundered by the Benlei tribe, it was vacated and transformed into a temporary dungeon that could accommodate twenty people.

In order to prevent anyone from escaping, everyone was tied to the pillars of the warehouse, which looked a bit funny.

"Still sleeping, damn, did I let you sleep?"

Huang Xiangyu took out his straw whip and randomly selected an unlucky guy and whipped him twice.

Amidst the crackling and whining sounds, the others woke up with frightened expressions.

"Everyone, please wake up. I locked you here before because the head of my family was kind-hearted and killed his own kind, so that you could have a chance to live."

"But now, the clan does not have much supplies. It is only enough to survive for ten more people..."

At this point, the fifteen people tied to the pillars all started struggling.

Even though his mouth was stuffed with weeds and he couldn't speak, he could still imagine what they would say.

Sumo focused on observing the few people with the strongest will to survive in the field, and silently remembered their faces and positions in his heart.

Within the next three days.

By delivering meals twice a day, Sumo quickly determined his goal.

The members of the secret killing team could not be chosen. Perhaps Duan Tianrong's death was such a heavy blow that all nine of them were depressed and lost their souls.

In addition, the secret killing team has a big business and two second-level priests in charge, so its position will remain stable in the short term.

If these people were allowed to escape, Sumo could not guarantee that they would be able to act according to his plan.

If he were to be tortured and interrogated, and Thomas's luxurious record was exposed, he would be shooting himself in the foot.

But on the other hand, there is more hope of winning over the Red Moon Team.

After delivering food into the dungeon, Soma will take the weeds out of these people's mouths and untie them one by one.

He serves the food and the other party eats.

Being so close, it was natural to have a conversation along the way.

It's daytime again.

"Everyone, wake up, food is here!"

After pushing open the dungeon door, Somo picked up the hammer next to him and knocked on the wall a few times.

The fifteen people woke up immediately and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that only Sumo was standing at the door carrying a rice pail.

Ever since Huang Xiangyu said that only ten people could survive, they had been having nightmares for three days in a row.

Especially Delenn.

From time to time, he would dream of the miserable scene of being hacked to death with random knives and then buried in the wilderness.

Seeing Somo walking up to him, Delen immediately showed a flattering smile. Although he didn't think that a small dungeon guard could decide the quota, at least there was a glimmer of hope, right?

Somo stretched out his hand and removed the ball of weed from Delen's mouth.

"Brother Chen, we are so lucky to be able to see you today!"

"Oh, the patriarch is kind-hearted. He hasn't decided who will live and who will die. Maybe the supplies can last until the end of winter, so you don't have to be so afraid."

With these perfunctory words again, Delen didn't dare to ask any more questions. After Somo untied one of his hands, he quickly scratched the itchy areas on his body.

There are a lot of bed bugs in this underground warehouse and the environment is very poor. Just being tied to a pillar and letting bed bugs bite you at will is not something ordinary people can endure.

After opening the rice bucket, Somo picked up the wooden bowl and took a bowl of gruel from the bucket.

Delen looked down and took a breath.

hiss.

There was actually less brown rice in the porridge.

Three days ago, there were hundreds of grains of rice in a bowl, which could barely satisfy my hunger.

Today, the rice grains in the bowl can barely make the water change color, and the number is no longer less than a hundred.

Are there no supplies?

As soon as the thought occurred, the nightmare suddenly struck, and Delen was so frightened that his whole body trembled.

"Brother Chen, this is..."

"What's wrong?" Sumo asked knowingly.

"It's okay, I'll drink it, please hand it over to me." Delen showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

He didn't dare to ask Somo what happened, for fear that he would get the result he least wanted to know.

Rather than doing this, it's better not to ask, so I feel somewhat relieved.

After going around, everyone noticed that the rice grains had decreased, but no one took the initiative to ask questions.

Sumo nodded imperceptibly.

In terms of psychological quality alone, these snow bandits are much stronger than any of the residents in the tribe, and are several times stronger than those frightened slaves.

If you can really conquer hundreds of snow bandits and join the Fire Fist tribe, you will definitely give your opponents a huge surprise once a tribal war is launched.

Back at the entrance of the dungeon, Somo came and sat down next to Delen, placing the rice pail casually on one side.

This behavior, which was completely abnormal in daily life, suddenly made Delen feel excited again.

Usually, the guard named "Chen Shen" would leave in a hurry after delivering the meal, and would not see anyone until the next meal.

If you stay here today, is it possible that the elimination will be selected soon?

"What, do you have something to say to me?"

Somo sat for a while and noticed that Delen was twisting around like a waterweed. It was funny, so he stood up and took out the weed ball.

"Chen Guardsman, Brother Chen, today...are we going to eliminate people today?" Delen's voice trembled.

"Maybe." Sumo nodded and glanced at the surrounding snow bandits who were listening attentively. Everyone was extremely eager to know the answer.

"This year's late winter is indeed different from previous years. The temperature has dropped sharply. In addition, our tribe has been plundered by a neighboring tribe before, so there must be a lot of gaps in supplies. That is to say, Priest Thomas later killed him.

The other side's priest, we took advantage of the chaos and snatched back some supplies."

The snow bandits had already seen this public information when they took the order, and they didn't doubt that he was there at this time.

Delen was silent for a while, then suddenly said: "If we don't eat, can we survive without eating?"

Su Mo thought for a moment and shook his head: "It's not okay if you don't eat. Your body will collapse."

"The tribe doesn't kill you because it wants to have more labor force in the spring."

"It's okay for you to go without food for two days now. But if you don't eat for three to five days, won't you be useless?"

"A bunch of losers and a burden. Which tribe would want such people? They're not even slaves."
To be continued...