"Work harder. We will take a rest after walking another 40 kilometers today!"

"We'll arrive at our destination soon. You can rest as much as you want then!"

"The supplies and shacks have been managed enough. The clan leader has already said that everyone will be allocated land by then!"

On the wide plain wilderness.

Hundreds of people carried packages on their backs, pushed wheelbarrows, and continued to move toward the east with determined steps.

Occasionally someone fell behind, and when he heard Nong Cao shout out the chicken soup, he felt full of energy again.

"Yes, the distance is getting closer."

Sumo looked back at the long migrating team and couldn't help but smile with satisfaction.

The straight-line distance between the Zhushikeng tribe and the Yunxiao tribe is about 400 kilometers.

Considering that many areas in the middle have steep terrain, we took a detour and the total distance is about 550 kilometers.

In the past six days, at a migration speed of seventy kilometers per day, today we have officially entered the outer area of ​​the Yunxiao Tribe.

The journey here can be regarded as a success without any danger.

The Fire Fist tribe, which carried a large amount of supplies, was not only coveted by the tribes around the route, but also encountered four long lines of refugees with a size of over a thousand people.

Among them, the surrounding tribes pose little threat. After Thomas casually announces the name of the Yunxiao Tribe, they will basically let him go.

After all, there are two priests in charge of the migration team of more than 100 people, and the level is not low, so the safety factor can be said to be full.

But on the other hand, the long queue of refugees doesn't care whether you have a priest or which tribe you are.

Facing cart after cart of supplies, the Fire Fist tribe's migration team inevitably encountered more than ten attacks.

Mostly at night.

With a sense of luck, the extremely hungry refugees took advantage of the chaos and came, not caring whether they would die or not.

After being attacked one after another and robbed of dozens of carts of supplies, Sumo decided to take the initiative.

Thomas is responsible for pretending to be an evil cultivator, and using the pretext of catching blood eaters, he uses magical powers to disperse the refugee team.

Then he would come forward as a powerful priest passing by to spread the word to the refugees that the evil cultivators were eyeing a large group of people, and only by breaking them into pieces could they escape from the evil cultivators' pursuit.

After a few waves, the effect is remarkable.

In order to survive, the refugee team of more than a thousand people began to split up. Wave after wave, they gradually turned into dozens of wandering teams with no more than a hundred people.

At the same time, the divided refugees also brought unexpected surprises.

Sumo used this to recruit a small team, and included refugees with good character and hard work without complaint into the team.

579 people.

This is the current size of the Firefist Migration Team.

In fact, if it weren't for the fear of scaring the Yunxiao tribe and ruining the next plan, this number could steadily grow to 800 or even 1,000 people.

However, even if Somo deliberately kept the scale down, when he arrived at the outer area of ​​the Yunxiao Tribe, the people he met occasionally would still not dare to approach him and strike up a conversation. If he saw him from a distance, he would immediately speed up and run away.

Including the two Yunxiao tribe patrol officers who met from a distance in the morning, they also turned around and left when they saw the migrating team.

After all, as long as there is a chance of survival, refugees will choose to join the tribe and devote themselves to farming in order to live a stable life.

Anyone who has a chance to survive will join the tribe, participate in farming, and stabilize.

Those who can choose to continue migrating are either forced to a dead end or have greater ambitions.

No matter which one of these two people they are, they are obviously not someone that a few idlers can mess with.

"Chief, if you count the time, it's almost time for the Yunxiao Tribe to arrive."

Thomas walked swiftly beside him and volunteered to push a wheelbarrow full of supplies as an example.

He was not excited for long as the priest's level was improved, because the feeling was as ethereal as a dream.

He was only happy for half the night after killing Shadu and Zhang Tai, because there were still many possible troubles in the future.

However, these days I have witnessed the number of people migrating with my own eyes. Every day, new refugees join the Fire Fist tribe.

But he only felt that there was endless energy in his body, and he had never been in such a good mood!

"Speaking of Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here. Hey, he is really coming from the front."

Sumo was about to make a joke, but when he looked up, a group of people actually appeared in the distance.

Three trucks painted in red and black came speeding from a distance, their wheels rolling over the dry land, kicking up waves of thick loess, rolling up like yellow waves, covering the sky and the sun.

When you get closer, you can see that its body is equipped with thick armor plates, a sharp impact angle is installed on the front, and the wheels have been replaced with wider off-road tires, giving it a full wasteland style.

The carriage has also been transformed into an open combat platform. At first glance, it seems that there should be fifteen people in each vehicle.

Including the people in the cockpit, there are almost fifty people.

"It seems that the world of faith has not completely abandoned modern technology. At least these tribes of tens of thousands of people have not..."

Somo narrowed his eyes, quickly put away his unnecessary thoughts, and raised his hand to wave behind him.

The migration team gradually stopped, and more and more people noticed the three trucks arriving from afar.

"Huang Xiangyu, Kong Geliang, you two lead people to maintain order and stop chaos."

"yes."

After arranging the rear, three trucks also drove over and stopped fifty meters away from the team in a "pin" shape.

The window of the truck at the front opened, and a large speaker protruded from it.

"Stay there, comers. You have entered the area controlled by the Yunxiao Tribe. Our tribe has no plans to accept refugees for the time being. Please go back the way you came or take a detour."

"If you have other intentions, please send two representatives to come forward."

An expected attitude.

The Yunxiao Tribe is one of the six major tribes in Crack No. 37, ranking fourth.

There is one fifth-level priest, two fourth-level priests, four third-level priests, and twenty-seven second-level and first-level priests, which can be described as strong.

However, no matter how strong it is, the Yunxiao Tribe still has to abide by the three unspoken rules among the six major tribes.

Namely: rules of war, rules of distribution, rules of population.

1. The six major tribes are not allowed to participate in the war between the tribes under the rift, including but not limited to: supporting manpower, supporting materials, providing intelligence and other means.

This move is to protect the interests of small and medium-sized tribes in the rift, and to prevent the six major tribes from blindly participating in the war and causing fire, which will eventually turn into a full-scale war in the rift.

Second, the six major universities are not allowed to hide resources privately and must strictly follow the allocation system.

Except for the Divine Mine, which uses a special competition to determine the share, all other resources use an equal share system.

This ensures that conflicts are further reduced and promotes ecological stability in the cracks.

Third, in order to prevent over-absorption of the population, leaving other tribes in the rift with no one available and falling into a cycle of death.

The six major groups need to determine the upper limit of population based on the strength and number of internal priests.

A fifth-level priest corresponds to a population of 10,000.

A fourth-level priest corresponds to a population of 2,000.

A third-level priest corresponds to a population of 1,000.

For the second-level and first-level priests further down, one person corresponds to one hundred people.

That is to say, the Yunxiao tribe can accommodate up to 20,700 people. If it exceeds this number, it will need to actively clear out the population.

According to the information provided by Zhang Tai, the current population of the Yunxiao Tribe is just over 20,000, and there are only a few hundred places left to accommodate the upper limit.

Unless the Fire Fist Migration Team can show sufficient value, they will never be taken in.

"High Priest, just watch the team. I'll just take Nong Cao there."

During this time, the two fought together and often competed with each other. Their strength was basically between equals.

Of course, level four and level five can still be equally matched, which already illustrates Somo's talent.

"Be careful."

Thomas nodded, no longer as worried about this and that as before.

Soon, Sumo walked out of the team with Nong Cao, who was in charge of material statistics, and headed towards the convoy.

But he never thought that this move would cause chaos in the convoy in the distance.

"Damn it, it's true. It only took four minutes. This homeless team deliberately messed with me, right?"

"To be precise, three minutes and forty-seven seconds, not even four minutes yet."

"Hey hey hey, take the money, take the money, I said they look like a mess, but in fact they are not afraid of us at all."

"We are not afraid that we will have more refugees, but if we don't fight, how can we tell who is the representative?"

"..."

The combatants in the trunk of the cargo truck were in a noisy mess.
To be continued...