The will of the people in the camp

Icy sky and snow, cold wind piercing the bones

Under the starry night, the group of people from the Daxia campground walked towards the west with great difficulty.

From cave number one to cave number four, it was less than two thousand meters.

But for this distance of less than two kilometers, more than a hundred people from the Daxia camp had walked for two hours.

It was mainly because the snow on Redwood Ridge was incredibly thick.

Out of the cave, even the thinnest snow was more than half a meter high.

Thick, even five or six meters, the head of the strong team, there are already several fell down the snow slope, fell nose and face.

Meet the snow thicker place, the team only stops, relying on the front of the team of strong men to push out a hard road, to continue to go.

Secondly, the weather was cold, and the night vision was not good.

Considering the children in the team, Xia Hong can only deliberately slow down the speed.

Although the traveling speed was slow, there were still quite a few people who were injured.

But in the end, it arrived without any danger.

Cave number four, on the west side of the small dirt slope, the entrance of the cave was covered with dense foliage, which was now covered with a layer of snow, and had even formed small ice creams.

There are already children in the team with frozen lips, Xia Hong copied the stone axe, three and two times to split the cave entrance, and rushed to organize the crowd to go in.

This cave is about a hundred meters square, more spacious than the previous one.

Xia Hong entered the cave, took the lead to raise the fire, and then told Xia Chuan to bring people to re-seal the cave entrance.

This made Xia Chuan a little puzzled, the temperature at night was higher than during the day, and the cold beasts did not move around frequently, so there was generally no need to seal the cave.

But soon, he understood.

"Everyone gather around, I have something to say!"

Xia Hong gathered everyone around him, then pointed at the fire and solemnly said:

"Camp now, the most important thing is this fire, this fire has a deterrent killing effect on the creepy monsters, but it will also attract the cold beasts, so in the future, no matter if it's at night or during the day, in and out you must seal the cave entrance, do you understand?"

Earlier inside the cave, the scene where the impostor Xia Ding was killed into flying dust, all of them witnessed it with their own eyes, at this moment, they were convinced of Xia Hong's words and nodded their heads.

"Chuan, how much food do we have left now?"

Xia Chuan's face instantly sank a bit at the words, and replied, "There are roughly seven hundred pounds of crystal fruits left, and there are only sixty pounds of cold beast meat left."

Everyone, upon hearing this number, instantly became worried.

Of course, this also included Xia Hong.

This world's environment was so harsh that naturally, there was no such thing as farming.

Perhaps there was, but the current Daxia campsite was certainly out of reach.

Daxia, including all the camp humans around Redwood Ridge, the rations were all fruits from a tree called Bing Shuo.

That kind of fruit is the size of a fist, the outer skin is crystallized, the inside is soft and sticky, and it also carries a sweet taste, and each one is about half a kilogram.

Normal people, two a day, basically can barely maintain subsistence.

More than seven hundred pounds, which sounded a lot at first glance, could be used for 154 people, and would not be enough.

Even if one person is given only one a day to economize.

These seven hundred pounds would only last less than ten days.

As for the cold beast meat, perhaps there were giant camps that could use cold beast meat as rations, but in the Great Summer camps, cold beast blood and flesh, like wood, was considered a strategic resource.

Humans in this world relied on cold beast blood and meat for their cultivation.

Originally, Xia Ding practiced a rationing system in the Great Xia camp.

For the members of the logging team, each person was given one pound per day.

And those between the ages of fifteen and eighteen would get half a catty every three days.

On the surface, this was the case, but in reality, this was not the case.

Because the cold beast's blood and meat from the previous camp was too little.

At least in the month that Xia Hong had crossed over, he had seen Xia Ding bring back a cold beast of a Bone Thorn Frost Wolf, and it was still a hatchling, with only a hundred pounds or so.

With so many monks and so little meat, the camp's cold beasts' blood and meat were practically prioritized for the sons and daughters of the logging team members.

The two of them, Xia Ding and Xia Chuan, were able to share it before.

However, Xia Chuan used the excuse that his brother was going to break through the logging level and gave all his cold beast blood meat to Xia Hong.

This was also why Xia Hong had such deep feelings for Xia Chuan in just one month.

Don't look at the two as blood brothers.

One must realize that this was a world where one could die at any time.

A strategic material like Cold Beast Blood and Flesh could enhance strength, it would not be an exaggeration to say that it was equivalent to a life.

And yet, Xia Chuan was willing to let him have it, showing how pure this brother's heart was.

And just as Xia Hong was pondering, Xia Chuan over there, had already walked from the back, holding a ball of azure blue meat to the side of the fire.

The cold beast's flesh and blood, it was blue.

Xia Hong was slightly stunned, but he quickly realized what Xia Chuan was trying to do.

"Gentlemen, I'm not going to talk about falsehoods, my brother is the strongest and is only a little bit short of the Vastwood Realm right now.

I propose that we give all sixty pounds of cold beast blood and meat to him, so that he can break through earlier, and the safety of our camp will be guaranteed.

What does everyone think, how about it?"

Sure enough, Xia Hong guessed correctly.

He subconsciously wanted to speak out and refuse, but after thinking about it, he still didn't open his mouth.

Although it was a bit selfish, Xia Chuan's words were no problem.

But human nature is still complicated in the end, after Xia Chuan finished his words, the bottom fell into a dead silence, and no one opened their mouths.

Especially those, the scions of the previous camp logging team members.

"Hong, we trust you, but can you swear that after breaking through the logging level, you won't leave us behind and leave alone?"

The one who opened his mouth to speak was a burly youth.

Yuan Cheng, with a brash personality and not much heart.

His father, Yuan Gang, was second only to Xia Ding in strength in the camp.

Xia Hong flashed through the other party's information in his mind and did not answer first, but turned his gaze elsewhere first, observing the reactions of the others.

"At this time, it's true that we should focus our resources on allowing Hong to raise his strength."

"But those blood and flesh, my father fought for his life to get it back."

"Without a logging-level battle power, we can't even collect wood, and by the time these three trees burn out, we'll freeze to death."

"I think that it should be given to Hong."

"That's right, let it go to him."

......

The only ones who opened their mouths to speak were the children of the previous logging team members.

From here, one could see the ecology of the previous Daxia camp.

Xia Ding and those logging team members were at the top, responsible for searching for resources and also determining the distribution of resources in the camp.

Then their families and heirs were the second class, enjoying the privilege of prioritizing resources, as well as having a certain amount of say in the affairs of the camp.

The rest of the people, on the other hand, all belonged to the third class, waiting for the distribution of resources.

Xia Hong clarified his thoughts and reached out to gently press his hand.

When the crowd saw his gesture, they immediately shut their mouths.

The previous attack on the camp, as well as leading them to move, Xia Hong's performance had already established a certain amount of prestige in their hearts.

"Cheng, if I want to leave, even if I take an oath it will still be the same, so I can't guarantee anything to you guys ..."

Xia Hong responded to Yuan Cheng and then paused for a moment, then continued with a heavier tone:

"Trust is the cornerstone between us, I will only say one thing, if you guys are willing to give me this piece of flesh and blood, one day in the future, I will repay you ten times a hundred times.

If you are willing to give it to me, you all make yourselves known now.

If you're not willing, I won't say anything and continue as before."

As Xia Hong's words fell, the cave first fell into silence.

But soon, there was the first voice:

"Hong, I believe in you."

Then came the second, the third.

"I also believe in the chief."

"I, Yuan Cheng, am willing to give my cold beast blood and flesh to Hong."

"That's right, only when the chief becomes stronger can we continue to live."

......

Voices of support and trust rose and fell in the crowd.

On Xia Hong's face, a smile also appeared.

Receiving the ball of cold beast's blood and flesh from Xia Chuan's hands, a trace of determination gradually bubbled up in Xia Hong's eyes.

"In this kind of extremely cold end-of-the-world environment, only a camp that trusts each other and is sincere with each other can truly survive, and the strength, sooner or later, will be there."