1064: 485: The Bloodsucking Royal Family of Lanling!
1064: 485: The Bloodsucking Royal Family of Lanling!
The Foreign Tribe Army’s third leader, the fiery Dina, walked in and said to Suo Mo, “Adoptive father, is he really the son you lost?”
Suo Mo replied, “I have no son, but from now on, he is to be considered as my son.”
Dina looked at Lanling for a while, but she just couldn’t bring herself to call him “little brother.”
It was Lanling who took the initiative and said, “Hello, Sister Dina.”
“Hello,” Dina replied, sowhat awkwardly.
She still found this sudden kinship a bit too abrupt.
Suo Mo said, “We should have prepared a delicious al to welco you, but as you’ve seen, we don’t have any food left over from the previous day.”
Lanling was amazed and asked, “You lead more than a thousand mbers of the Foreign Tribe Army, how can you live in such straits?”
Dina explained, “Our Foreign Tribe Army is at the very bottom of the tribe.
In every battle, we are the ones at the forefront.
And it’s the sa with hunting; we handle the most tasks.
The food we hunt accounts for one-fifth of the entire tribe’s total, but the food we get is less than one percent.
The majority of us in the Foreign Tribe Army are starving at all tis.
The food is distributed daily, and the tribe always gives us the worst grains and at that is nearly spoiled.
Normally, we only get a handful of grains and a little bit of at each day; it is only during hunting that we get enough food and at.”
Such ager rations, with a handful of grains and a little bit of at each day, are barely enough for an ordinary human to survive on, let alone for the Barbarians who could barely stave off starvation with such food.
Lanling asked, “Uncle, as the leader of the Foreign Tribe Army, do you also get only this much food?”
Suo Mo said, “Child, rember, in the Foreign Tribe Army, positions may have their highs and lows, but status is the sa for all.
If I, as the leader, do not lead by example and share the hardships with everyone, the Foreign Tribe Army would fall apart.
This Foreign Tribe Army is our ho for survival; without it, none of us could live.”
Lanling dared to understand that when materials are in absolute scarcity, inequality of distribution is worse than scarcity itself.
With food evenly distributed, absolute fairness and justice, the leader shares difficulties with all.
Only then will every mber of the Foreign Tribe Army feel a sense of belonging to the team, uniting as one, full of morale.
It was precisely because of this that when Lanling followed Dina into the military camp, although each mber of the Foreign Tribe Army looked pale and famished, their spirits were still high.
If the fair and just order were to be disrupted, the Foreign Tribe Army would collapse imdiately.
Suo Mo, like his father Suo Long, is a true commander, a perfect commander.
Such a person can earn the adoration of every soldier and the respect of every enemy.
Lanling said, “Uncle, on the way here, I saved a three-year-old little girl, whom I regard as my daughter.
She is a descendant of the Demon Race and a flying one at that.
However, she fell into the hands of that little Chira Shaman.
To take her away from , the Shaman was willing to push into a volcano and burn alive.”
Upon hearing this, Suo Mo’s expression changed and said, “A flying descendant of the Demon Race?
That is the most pure-blooded and talented among the entire Demon Race.
If she falls into Goru’s hands, the consequences are unimaginable.”
So, it turns out that the little Chira Shaman’s na is Goru.
Then, with a stern look, Suo Mo asked, “Has the little girl passed the Heavenly Eye Judgnt?”
“Yes,” Lanling said.
Suo Mo replied, “In that case, she is one of our Foreign Tribe Army’s people, and no one can take her away.
Don’t worry, tomorrow I will take you to get the little girl back.
We can’t go tonight because after dark, our Foreign Tribe Army cannot leave the camp, or else we’ll be shot as intruders.”
Upon hearing this, Lanling’s face suddenly twitched violently.
The status of the Foreign Tribe Army in the Chira Tribe is more than just low; they are treated worse than dogs and pigs.
Unable to live in houses, only in caves.
Hunting for one-third of the food, but receiving less than one percent of it.
Always serving as cannon fodder in battle.
Not allowed to leave the house after dark, or risk being shot to death.
Lanling said, “Uncle, how can you tolerate such mistreatnt of our Foreign Tribe Army?”
Suo Mo sighed and said, “Child, you still don’t understand The Barbaric Wilderness.
Compared to wandering days, this is already heaven.
You can’t imagine the desperation and horror of watching people die one after another while wandering.”
Lanling now understood why there were so few who passed the Heavenly Eye Judgnt each ti.
The so-called Heavenly Eye Judgnt has no real laws; it’s entirely at the whim of the Shaman.
They decide who lives and who dies.
And the ones who are left are often the weaker Barbarians.
Because the Chira Tribe needs a cannon fodder force like the Foreign Tribe Army that doubles as a hunting team.
But at the sa ti, they must ensure the Foreign Tribe Army never becos too powerful, which would make them hard to control.
Not only that, they are starved every day, so even if they wanted to revolt, they wouldn’t have the strength to do so.
However, even with such harsh treatnt, the Foreign Tribe Army could still bear it.
After all, no matter how humiliating and difficult life may be, it is still much better than a life in exile.
At least within the walls, they have a place to call ho and food to eat every day.
Suo Mo patted Lanling on the shoulder, said nothing more, but suggested, “Let us go to the training ground outside and test your martial skills.”
Lanling followed Suo Mo and Dina out of the cave and arrived at the extrely rudintary training ground outside.
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