War garbage collection system

"My Lord, what are you talking about?"

“Don’t believe what your eyes see, and don’t believe what your ears hear.”

"What do you mean? Lord God's Messenger, can you tell me?"

“Look, these ronin in front of us are just people who have failed in the tribe. They haven’t committed any crime or unforgivable sin.

What the so-called chief of your tribe says may not be right, maybe..."

"Xing?! You are Xing? Right?"

Han Xing did not expect that while he was speaking, he would be interrupted by the primitive man kneeling on the ground in front of him and praying to God.

"You know me? Why don't I know you?"

"Xing, I'm your uncle Scar! Look carefully, when you were a kid you often rode on my neck, and I took you everywhere..."

A long-lost memory suddenly appeared in Han Xing's mind, forcing him to take a few steps forward and carefully look at the skinny primitive man in front of him.

"Scar! You really are Uncle Scar! What's wrong with you? Didn't they say that you...

Quick! Uncle Scar, drink this magic medicine quickly. After drinking it, you will be cured.

...Han Zhan, why are you still standing there? Why don't you save people?

Here, this is a magic medicine, one bottle for each person."

Han Xing, who was a little flustered, stretched out his hand and a primary healing potion appeared in his hand.

I picked up the scarred uncle and fed him the primary healing potion, then saw Han Zhan next to him.

He waved his hand again, and four more primary healing potions appeared in front of Han Zhan.

Everything happened in an instant.

Han Zhan, who was a little confused, was still staring blankly at the four primary healing potions floating in front of him.

When Han Xing saw this, he got mad:

"Han Zhan, are you stupid? Hurry up and save people. Two of you and two of me."

"Ah! Ah! Lord God's Messenger, I'm coming right away, I'm coming right away."

"Damn it, this horrible weather, even my mouth is frozen, luckily I'm strong enough."

Han Xing was rescuing people while complaining and recalling some past events of primitive people like Xing and Ba.

This so-called Uncle Ba was also a member of the Tiger Tribe, and the right-hand man of Xing's father, the tribe leader.

The scar on his face was left from saving Xing's father.

He was a staunch royalist.

It seems that this is another struggle between factions within the primitive tribe.

A minute later, Han Xing walked up to Scar Uncle who was watching Miracle.

"Uncle Scar, what's going on? I heard from my tribesmen that you are not..."

"They said we were wiped out, didn't they? I knew I had fallen into his trap.

Xing, at that time, our group was..."

This is another bloody story:

After the former chief of the Tiger Tribe was poisoned to death, the group of people led by Scar Uncle became staunch royalists.

They are always thinking about how to help Xing take the throne and become the new chief of the Tiger Tribe.

They had a brutal and ruthless battle with the new chief of the Tiger Tribe.

At the beginning, there were wins and losses between the enemy and us.

As time went by, the prestige of the new patriarch grew, while Scar Uncle suffered heavy casualties.

As members of the royalist party were framed and killed one by one, it became increasingly difficult for Scar Uncle to maintain his position.

Just a few months ago, the new patriarch used justice to force Scar Uncle and his men into a very dangerous area for hunting.

That place was full of ferocious beasts, and there were no big trees or places to hide.

What's more, the hateful and shameless new patriarch even ordered some wild animals to be killed in advance and their blood was spilled on the road that Scar Uncle and his men had to pass.

They wanted to use the blood of these wild animals to ignite the anger of the ferocious beasts nearby.

This escape and chase resulted in heavy casualties among Scar Uncle and his men. Out of the hunting team of more than 50 people, only 23 members managed to escape.

Moreover, all of them were injured, but their injuries were divided into minor and serious ones. It is better not to talk about the tragic situation.

At this time, Scar Uncle, who was already in the original space, suddenly knelt in front of Han Xing and said with tears streaming down his face:

"Xing, I'm sorry for you and your father, the old patriarch. I squandered all the wealth he left for you. I really deserve to die!

Woohoo! Xing, since you have become the Lord of God, please avenge us brothers! I, I..."

"Okay, okay, Uncle Scar, get up quickly and stop crying.

Don't worry! I will definitely avenge all of you uncles.

However, what we need now is to accumulate strength. Revenge cannot be rushed.

So, today I plan to attack the Dashan tribe and annex it."

"Oh, Lord God's Messenger, look at my brain. Why is it that I am so forgetful? As soon as I saw you, I forgot such an important thing.

Xing, please, hurry up and save my brothers. "

"You have other brothers? Where are they? Take me to find them."

"Okay, Lord God's Messenger, let's go quickly! If we go too late, they may all starve to death."

"What's going on? Let's talk while we walk. Tell me in detail what's going on."

"My Lord, this is what happened. We finally managed to..."

It turned out that when the injured Scar Uncle and his group of 23 people were in despair, they were saved by a group of primitive ronin.

He extended a helping hand to them and gave them his limited food.

By the time Scar Uncle and the others recovered from their injuries, it was already the last period of autumn.

They had no choice but to quickly collect supplies for the winter. As for revenge, they would have to wait until next year.

Unfortunately, fate always likes to strike at the unlucky ones. It is really like when it rains it pours.

This year's winter arrived on this continent two months earlier, and it is much colder than in previous years.

Scar Uncle and his men had originally planned to establish a new tribe nearby, and would take revenge after accumulating enough strength.

As a result, because there were so many injured people and no one was coming in, the food became less and less.

Winter came early again, catching them off guard, and they were unable to store much food.

Just a few days ago, these primitive ronin finally ran out of food.

With no other options, they could only find a way to go out hunting in this cold winter.

For two days, Scar Uncle and his three companions went out hunting wearing these leaky animal skin clothes.

The remaining primitive ronin gave all the food to the five of them.

I hope the five of them can take back the food they got outside.

This is a decision of desperate measures, and the difference between life and death lies in that one thought.

If they had not met Han Xing and the other person, then these primitive ronin would probably have disappeared from this world.

After Han Xing expressed his feelings, he, under the leadership of Uncle Scar, finally arrived at their gathering place an hour and a half later.

Another cave blocked by big rocks.

It was another round of rescuing the wounded and dying. Fortunately, the remaining primitive people were lucky enough to be rescued by Han Xing and his friends.

Needless to say, Han Xing had wasted dozens of primary healing potions, as well as dozens of sets of clothes, shoes and hats.

Of course, a lot of food was eaten.

However, Han Xing's Daxia tribe added another 36 people.

Except for two children, the rest were young and strong primitive people.

According to past history, any primitive person who became a primitive ronin would not have a good ending.

In this backward primitive society, productivity is really too low.

It is very difficult for some primitive people who were driven out to build a new tribe based on their own strength!