Damn.

Three consecutive system prompts almost made Logic's head explode.

But at the same time, he couldn't help but chuckle bitterly.

After falling ill, logging out to cure himself, and then logging back and clearly wasn't he going to work.

Given the situation, it seemed that players in any abnormal state couldn't t execute the logout operation.

The system directly told Logic with practical action that trying to find loopholes was just a dream.

with one hand supporting his head which felt like it was filled with two pounds of cement.

Logic sent a message to Gao Su caught a cold, seriously ill, feeling like I'm about to die that said Logic was actually hoping to see if Gao Sue had any solutions, but keep warm.

Drink more hot water.

Good luck.

It turned out that being sick in this era was indeed useless no matter who came.

Damn.

Cursing again, Logic laid back down, curling up in his blanket.

What else could he do besides drinking more water and resting? However, it was just a cold after all.

As a modern person, Logic didn't feel that a cold could take his life.

Otherwise, he wouldn't he have the mood to chat with Gao.

So, there was no need to be too pessimistic.

Uh, okay.

He didn't deny that he had a bit of self-coming in mind.

Saying he wasn't at all anxious would definitely be a lie.

Given this, considering his own life, he planned to put down all work for the next few days.

Take care of himself and strive for an early recovery.

Once I get through this, I must work hard to improve the tribe's medical level.

Speaking of which, how should medical development be handled? H my head hurts and I have no idea.

Wait, aren't I supposed to be resting now? Why am I inexplicably thinking of this? Ah, so annoying.

Thus, after making himself dizzy several times, Logic finally fell asleep.

Meanwhile, on the outskirts of the Ming Jing tribes forest area, a group of uninvited guests broke in.

Just as they were about to go deeper, a swift whistling sound echoed from the distant woods.

As if something was flying towards them.

There was no time to react.

A stone the size of a fist struck the trunk of a large tree in front of them with an exceptionally rapid momentum, leaving a noticeable dent on the trunk.

Enemies.

There are enemies.

This sudden attack scared the barbarian, who was leading the way into a cold sweat.

At that moment, if he had taken another step forward, the stone would have struck his head instead of the tree trunk.

Realizing this, the barbarian screamed, causing the originally quiet forest to become somewhat noisy.

Stop shouting.

You're already surrounded.

With the sound of this voice, Xiao Pan, expressionless, slowly walked out from behind the trees, his slingshot still spinning, clearly ready to strike at any moment.

At that moment, the few barbarians who had mistakenly entered the forest realized, just as Xiaoan had said, that they were surrounded from all directions.

Tribal warriors armed with weapons emerged one after another as the outer area of the Mingjing tribe.

This forest was like their backyard for the warriors in the tribe.

Almost the moment these barbarians entered this area, they had already sensed it and reported it to Zia, who was stationed at the camp.

Pan did not rush to act.

In this critical moment, he needed to be foolproof.

Lu Yong continued to stay at the camp to protect the clan leader safety while he led the other tribal warriors, relying on their familiarity with the forest to surround the intruders without them noticing.

This was merely a simple ambush operation using the terrain advantage.

But the moment succeeded, he still breathed a sigh of relief.

Put down your weapons and squat down or else a few of you might die.

And I can guarantee you have no chance of winning.

Xiaoan's tone clearly came from what he had learned from logic.

Carrying an undeniable authority.

At the same time, the stonethrowers positioned at four different angles cooperatively began to spin their slingshots.

Faced with the glaring tribal warriors, whether it was the barbarians illusion or just pure shock at that moment, they clearly felt the gap in strength, they had no intention of resisting.

No one wanted to risk their lives, and one by one, they obediently dropped their crude wooden sticks to the ground.

In response, Xiaoan seemed satisfied, nodding to signal one of the warriors to kick away the wooden sticks on the ground.

And then he coldly uttered two words, "Do it.

" With the utterance of those two words, heavy stone projectiles flew out simultaneously from the rapidly spinning slingshots.

Faced with Xiao Pan's sudden change, the barbarians who had given up resistance didn't even have time to react before they were struck by the flying stones.

Their heads bloodied.

A one-sided slaughter was taking place, targeting the barbarians who had surrendered.

Some of the Ming Jing tribes warriors frowned.

Others had complicated expressions, but none were surprised because Xiao Pan's orders have been very clear from the beginning.

Surround them and kill them all.

Chapter 51.

Xiaopan's actions.

Why? We We clearly already.

The face was a tragic sight with tears and blood mixed together, looking utterly miserable.

Everything happened too quickly.

One moment he had just surrendered and the next moment he was lying in this snowy ground, barely alive.

Even now, he still seemed a bit bewildered, his eyes looking at Xiaoan with a mix of sorrow and confusion.

Maintaining his expressionless face, no one knew what Xiaoan was thinking at that moment.

Faced with the barbarians question filled with grief and anger, he seemed like a cold-blooded and cruel executioner, giving no response as a heavy stone bullet flew from the slingshot, ending the opponent's life in the blink of an eye.

What to do with these corpses? Zhaoi looked at Ziaopan with a complex expression.

When he first became a tribe warrior, he was quite unconvinced by Xiaoan, unable to understand why this guy who couldn't fight at all was leading them.

But now he seemed to understand a bit.

Burn them.

Otherwise, the smell of blood here might attract some dangerous beasts.

After burning, everyone would continue patrolling according to the original allocation.

After saying this, Xiaopan walked away without looking back.

Throughout, no one questioned his actions.

His methods might be cruel, but they were not wrong.

The Mingjing tribe was in a very critical period, and for the safety of the chief and the tribe, he rejected all unstable factors, and captives were clearly included in that.

Accepting captives, while increasing manpower, would also increase their tribes consumption of food and coal.

Moreover, these captives might not necessarily obey.

If they harbored some ill intentions, it could affect the stability within a tribe.

Simply put, the disadvantages outweighed the advantages.

But they couldn't just drive them away either.

Who knew if the expelled barbarians would come back with more? Given the current situation of the Ming Jing tribe, killing them was the safest approach.

After night fell, Luog, having rested for a day, felt his condition slightly improved.

Struggling against his fatigue, he made an appearance during dinner.

The chief's appearance was undoubtedly a shot of adrenaline for the tribe members who were feeling anxious.

Everyone firmly believed that Lu Gi could lead them through this harsh winter.

This was the advantage of high loyalty.

Sometimes just showing up could boost morale.

At the same time, Xiaoan took the opportunity to report the afternoon's events to Lu G.

After listening, Lu G's expression didn't change much.

He wasn't a bleeding heart, but he wasn't a killer either.

His foggy mind didn't leave him in the mood for melancholy.

He could only say that Xiao Pan's performance surprise him a bit, but there was an old saying, "Mercy does not govern soldiers.