Love and passion, cutting up the wasteland

Facing the inquiring looks of everyone in the Baimei clan, Ren Lin slowly spoke:

"Chief Wuma, I need to remind you——"

"The Baimei clan's food reserves are running low."

"If we accept this group of refugees again, although they will be exhausted quickly, how long can the river valley barrier last... but it may not be able to survive the beast disaster."

"Is that so?" Wu Ma was shocked and looked at the elder in charge of material reserves.

The other person nodded awkwardly.

——Although it is a little strange for Ren Lin, an outsider, to remind them, the Baimei clan is essentially a wandering tribe. What they can trade with the merchant guild are all kinds of agricultural and animal husbandry products. It can be said that they directly connect with Ren Lin. .

According to the trade volume that the Baimei clan can produce.

Infer the opponent's own reserves.

In addition, Ren Lin has been stationed in Shandi for a long time, so it is easy to understand the Baimei clan's food reserves better than Wuma, a clan leader who is not focused on specific affairs.

And this information.

It will also be passed to the Merchant Blade headquarters in Hengcheng through the trade network of the merchant guild, and submitted to Long En's desk.

Critical time.

Population, materials, industrial balance, trade gaps... they also mean the war potential of various regions and forces.

Under Long En's command, as long as it is used properly, the enemy can be made to surrender just by relying on the sanctions of the Chamber of Commerce without even needing to send troops from the United City.

It can be said to be a victory without a fight.

Of course, Ren Lin had no intention of considering such a grand plan at the moment. He just sweated in his hands, secretly glad that he had found a suitable excuse in desperation.

The Baimei clan's material reserves.

It's not as serious as he said.

But the duration of the so-called beast disaster...how long it takes is entirely in the hands of himself and Wu Mian. Whatever they say is what they say.

"Mr. Ren, the next batch of supplies promised by the Merchant Guild..." Wuma hesitated.

"You also know the road conditions in the Valley of Revenge," Ren Lin interrupted coldly, "It has been delayed three times so far, and I can't guarantee it."

As for how.

Isn’t it all based on his words?

Years of subtle arrangements have begun to bear fruit.

This opinion

There was no reason why the Baimei clan wouldn't listen.

Sure enough, the elders of the major factions began to whisper and persuade Wuma to come:

"Clan leader, you still have to put Baimei first."

"It's not that we don't want to take them in, but my quota is already full. In the past few days, many kids have come to complain about the lack of food and clothing. Do you think..."

"Wuma! My second uncle is leaving the words here with you. I was upset with those stinky beggars before. I told you to drive them out but you didn't listen. Now it's fine. With the current animal disaster, if we can't afford to eat, my family won't be able to eat." There will be another grain of wheat—"

The fear of beaks,

It has been deeply rooted in their hearts.

No matter what the attitude and reason is, even a slight increase in risk is enough to make the entire people trapped in a safe place extremely resistant; and even if there is just one more life-saving straw, they will cling to it.

Test the bottom line one at a time.

Until there is no retreat.

Faceless's goal has been achieved.

After taming animals, the first thing to tame is the human heart.

However, in the tent, a wrinkle has appeared on the forehead. The Wuma clan leader, who was always good-natured, is now gradually clenching his teeth.

Until he roared out:

"Shut up, everyone!"

"If we don't send troops to resist the beaked beasts and sweep away the beast disaster, no one can see the ruined tribes anyway - but do you want me to watch these brothers who have trekked through the mountain of bones and corpses and arrived at the Baimei clan? , but ended up being blocked from the barrier!"

"What about the Baimei clan..."

"I would like to ask, what is the Baimei Clan!"

Wu Ma, who had been patient for a long time, slapped the table, stood up, pointed at an elder and asked: "During the beast disaster twenty years ago, when you took your family and dragged your half-dead body to this river valley... Are you the Baimei clan?"

"And you! Seven years ago, it was Ji...it was us who rescued you from the long neck of the beak-billed beast. I personally scrubbed your wounds and changed dressings, and put the knife in your hand...At that time, Are you from the Baimei clan?"

Wuma's messy sideburns trembled. He walked around his direct and distant relatives, and finally pointed at himself: "Three generations ago, were we members of the Baimei clan again!"

The so-called Baimei clan.

The so-called wandering tribe.

They can be changed to countless names, but no matter how big or small, every tribe is an existence that has survived and gathered together in the chaos of disasters on this Shandi plain.

Otherwise, it is simply impossible to survive.

There are no centuries-old tribes in the grassland.

Even the Baimei clan was only a tribe formed after a beast disaster. The ancestors three generations ago took the lead in leading everyone, gathering the remaining herdsmen, and growing stronger again and again.

They were not the first to occupy this valley.

But just survive here.

It is most likely to recover first and develop into a new refuge for everyone, attracting displaced people to come and unite into a community.

Become the new "White Eyebrow Clan".

This is not an obligation.

But destiny.

It is also the history of Shendi.

However, due to the intervention of the merchant guild, allowing the Baimei clan to serve as the residence and center of east-west trade, their prosperity seems to have become a matter of course, and has nothing to do with any other clan.

The Baimei clan has been prosperous for too long.

So much so that history has been forgotten.

Faced with the clan leader's anger, the elders were speechless; some of them squinted their necks and refused to bow their heads, but when faced with the man's sharp eyes, they could not say anything.

"Do as I say." Wu Ma exhaled and ordered, "Accept brothers from all major tribes, receive unknown clans from afar... until the beast disaster has passed."

"Then, they will become members of the Baimei clan."

Ren Lin's eyes turned cold.

Absolutely, we have to stop it... His fingers trembled, trying to signal the mercenary warrior behind him to take action, but he still hesitated for a moment.

But this time.

Qingrong was suddenly startled when he received a report from a guard, and then whispered something into Wuma's ear.

The patriarch’s face.

An unexpected expression also appeared, and he subconsciously spoke in a low voice.

Ren Lin, heard the clip clearly:

"Wu Ming... Lu... didn't come with you?"

The fat businessman's heart moved and he clenched his hands.

"Chief Wuma, that's all my suggestion, but we can't interfere in the internal affairs of your Baimei clan, so I'll take my leave now -"

The business smile reappeared on his face, and he turned around and left magnanimously.

…

And outside the barrier.

The survivors of the major tribes who had been waiting for a long time became increasingly uneasy and the atmosphere became more solemn.

Even the guards at the top of the city.

I was also surprised at how the decision was delayed for so long.

But in the end.

The news of opening the floodgates came with the banner of the Baimei clan.