My Post-Apocalyptic Shelter Levels Up Infinitely!

Strictly speaking, the current number of people in the Fire Fist Tribe is not the 121 people shown on the stone tablet, but 136 people.

The extra 15 people are naturally the snow bandits who are still imprisoned in the dungeon.

As long as Soma is willing, these people can join the tribe as slaves and transform into new residents at any time.

At the same time, for the snow bandits who numbered tens of thousands, the loss of a dozen people did not matter at all.

This is the real big house in the surrounding area!

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"It's just a few hundred kilometers to Qinggang City. Even with the map, only the priest Thomas in the tribe can make it back and forth with certainty. If the others go on the road... I'm afraid they will be in vain!"

The weather of minus 40 degrees was no joke. Sumo himself couldn't bear to go to Qinggang City, let alone other people.

After thinking about it, he decided to go to the dungeon to meet these snow bandit prisoners.

If you don't enter the tiger's den, you won't catch the tiger's cubs.

Since these snow bandits can come here, they must have the ability to go back.

Of course, persuading surrender is not an easy task, at least not by letting a rough guy like Huang Xiangyu do it.

"I have to take action myself."

Being reduced to dealing with a group of ordinary snow bandits, Sumo enjoyed it.

At least it's much better than lying in bed every day for the first half of the month and just watching the sun rise and set day after day.

"I'll pretend to be the dungeon guard later, and you can take me in for a walk."

"You come and tell these captives that the tribe is in short supply of supplies now. The tribe cannot afford food for fifteen people, and five people need to be disposed of..."

Sumo called Huang Xiangyu and gave instructions one after another.

Huang Xiangyu nodded like a god. Ever since he killed two waves of snow bandits in a row, he respected Sumo, the clan leader, like the incarnation of a god.

Including the level of faith, it has also been raised to the same level of 'loyal believer' as Thomas.

"Remember, don't introduce my identity, just do what you have to do."

Sumo gave another uneasy instruction, and until the latter nodded heavily, the two of them pushed open the dungeon door.

This was originally a warehouse built underground to prevent moisture.

Because a lot of supplies were plundered by the Benlei tribe, they were vacated and transformed into a temporary dungeon that could accommodate twenty people.

In order to prevent anyone from escaping, everyone was tied to the pillars of the warehouse, which looked a bit funny.

"Still sleeping, damn, did I let you sleep?"

Huang Xiangyu took out his straw whip and randomly selected an unlucky guy and whipped him twice.

Amidst the crackling and whining sounds, the others woke up with frightened expressions.

"Everyone, please wake up. I locked you here before because the head of my family was kind-hearted and killed his own kind, so that you could have a chance to live."

"But now, the clan does not have much supplies. It is only enough to survive for ten more people..."

At this point, the fifteen people tied to the pillars all started struggling.

Even though his mouth was stuffed with weed and he couldn't speak, he could still imagine what they would say.

Sumo focused on observing the few people with the strongest will to survive in the field, and silently remembered their faces and positions in his heart.

Within the next three days.

By delivering meals twice a day, Sumo quickly determined his goal.

The members of the secret killing team could not be chosen. Perhaps Duan Tianrong's death was a huge blow. All nine of them were depressed and lost their minds.

Coupled with the fact that the secret killing team has a big business and two second-level priests in charge, its position will remain stable in the short term.

Letting these people escape, Sumo couldn't guarantee that they would be able to follow his plan.

If he was tortured and interrogated, and Thomas's luxurious record was exposed, he would be shooting himself in the foot.

But on the other side, there is much hope of winning over the Red Moon Team.

After delivering food into the dungeon, Soma will take the weeds out of these people's mouths and untie them one by one.

He serves the food and the other party eats.

Being so close, it was natural to have a conversation along the way.

It's daytime again.

"Wake up, everyone, food is here!"

After pushing open the dungeon door, Somo picked up the hammer next to him and knocked on the wall a few times.

The fifteen people woke up immediately and breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that only Sumo was standing at the door carrying a rice pail.

Ever since Huang Xiangyu said that only ten people could survive, they had been having nightmares for three days in a row.

Especially Delenn.

From time to time, he would dream of the miserable scene of being hacked to death with random knives and then buried in the wilderness.

Seeing Somo walking up to him, Delen immediately showed a flattering smile. Although he didn't think that a small dungeon guard could decide the quota, at least there was a glimmer of hope, right?

Somo reached out and took out the ball of weed from Delen's mouth.

"Brother Chen, we are so lucky to see you today!"

"Oh, the patriarch is kind-hearted. He hasn't decided who will live and who will die. Maybe the supplies can last until the end of winter, so you don't have to be so afraid."

With these perfunctory words again, Delen didn't dare to ask any more questions. After Somo untied one of his hands, he quickly scratched the itchy areas on his body.

There are a lot of bed bugs in this underground warehouse and the environment is very poor. Just being tied to a pillar and being bitten by bed bugs at will is not something that ordinary people can endure.

Uncovering the rice bucket, Somo picked up the wooden bowl and took a bowl of gruel from the bucket.

Delen looked down and took a breath.

hiss.

There was actually less brown rice in the gruel.

Three days ago, there were hundreds of grains of rice in a bowl, which could barely satisfy my hunger.

Today, the rice grains in the bowl can only barely change the color of the water, and the number is less than 100.

Is there no supplies?

The thought came, and the nightmare suddenly hit, and Deren was trembling with fear.

"Brother Chen, this is..."

"What's wrong?" Su Mo asked knowingly.

"It's okay, I drink it, you help me pass it up." Deren showed a smile that was uglier than crying.

He didn't dare to ask Su Mo what happened, for fear that the result he got was what he didn't want to know the most.

Rather than this, it's better not to ask, so that he can barely feel a little comforted.

After a circle, everyone noticed that the rice grains decreased, but no one took the initiative to ask.

Su Mo nodded slightly.

In terms of psychological quality alone, these snow bandits are much stronger than any resident in the tribe, and several times stronger than those frightened slaves.

If they can really subdue hundreds or thousands of snow bandits to join the Fire Fist Tribe, once a tribal war is launched, it will definitely give the opponent a huge surprise.

Back at the dungeon door, Su Mo came to sit next to De Lun and casually put the rice bucket on the side.

This behavior, which was completely abnormal from usual days, immediately made De Lun nervous again.

In the past, this guard named "Chen Shen" always left in a hurry after delivering the meal, and he would only see him at the next meal.

But he stayed here today. Could it be that the elimination was about to be selected?

"Why, do you have something to say to me?"

Su Mo sat for a while and found that De Lun was twisting like a water grass. He got up and took out the weed ball after laughing.

"Guard Chen, Brother Chen, today... Is it going to eliminate people today?" De Lun's voice trembled.

"Maybe." Su Mo nodded, and his eyes swept over the snow bandits around who were listening attentively. Everyone was extremely eager to know the answer.

"This year's deep winter is indeed different from previous years. The temperature has dropped sharply. In addition, our tribe was plundered by a neighboring tribe once before, so there must be a lot of gaps in supplies. Later, the priest Thomas killed the other side's priest, and we took advantage of the chaos to snatch back some supplies."

The snow bandits had seen this public information when they received the order, and they did not doubt it at this time.

Delun was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "We don't eat, can we survive without eating?"

Su Mo thought about it and shook his head: "Not eating is not okay, the body will collapse."

"The tribe doesn't kill you, in order to have more labor in the spring."

"You can go without food for one or two days now, but won't you be useless if you don't eat for three or five days?"

"A bunch of useless people, a burden, which tribe would want such people, not even slaves."

Seeing that Delun's eyes finally dimmed, Su Mo immediately realized that the opportunity had come.

He lowered his voice, glanced at the other party and said, "You want to live so much, do you have any unfulfilled wishes?"

"I can't say I have any wishes, I just don't want to wander around and die like this."

Delun smiled bitterly and told his experiences in the past few years.

"Brother Chen, don't look at me as just an ordinary person, but I have been to four cracks and joined more than ten tribes in these years. It's a pity that these tribes that are willing to accept me and tolerate me are like standing on the edge of a cliff. If I take a wrong step, they may disappear. I can only see that the opportunity is not right and run away immediately."

"Two years ago, I came to the 37th crack and became a snow bandit by accident. Later, I joined the Red Moon Team of Boss Edwin and worked hard to become the deputy captain."

"If...if I hadn't been greedy and reckless, in another year or two, I might have become a priest, completely breaking away from my past life and entering a new field. Do you think I would be willing?"

Delun's experience surprised Su Mo a little. He didn't expect that he had been to four cracks.

No matter how rich the experience is, the conclusion drawn in the end is a bit speechless.

Can becoming a priest make you reach the sky in one step?

Not to mention the two first-level priests of the secret assassination team, even the third-level high priest Duan Tianrong was killed by Thomas with one punch.

Deren probably thought too much about the priest world, and did not realize that it was a place more dangerous than the mortal world.

But what Su Mo wants now is that someone has this obsession.

He smiled lightly, said nothing more, stuffed the grass ball back into Deren's mouth and went to the corner.

"Bless me, the stone god, and bless me to be safe and stable, and not suffer from displacement..."

"Bless me, the stone god, and bless me to work smoothly and be appreciated by the tribe leader..."

"Big..."

The gentle prayer sound was very clear to Deren's ears in the quiet environment of the dungeon.

Pray to the stone god in front of them?

Thinking of the mission of everyone's trip, Deren's mouth was bitter, and his forehead drooped weakly.

...

Soon, another three days passed.

The most brutal stage of deep winter finally passed slowly, and the temperature rose slightly from minus 40 degrees to minus 30 degrees.

Although humans still could not move in the wilderness for a long time, the threat was much smaller.

Including the Fire Fist Tribe, they also relied on the all-weather operation of the heating tower to barely raise the temperature back to zero degrees.

However, for the snow bandits imprisoned in the dungeon, the temperature did not seem to rise at all, but became colder.

"It's time for dinner!"

Su Mo picked up the hammer and knocked, and the only twelve people left in the dungeon quickly woke up.

Everyone's face showed deep fatigue. Even if Su Mo untied the ropes on these people now, they would not have the strength to escape.

In these three days, one unlucky person would be taken away and disappeared every night.

In the first two days, everyone could barely comfort themselves that as long as they were lucky, they would not be drawn.

And at most, there would be three more rounds of draws, and the probability of survival was still very high.

However, last night, that damn Huang Xiangyu came again!

"Due to the hesitation of the tribe leader, the supply gap is now even greater. Unfortunately, only eight people can survive."

Two were drawn, and two fewer places were available.

Isn't this equivalent to a waste of time?

The optimism that had just risen in everyone's hearts was ruthlessly crushed again, and the shattering was even more thorough.

Some people even felt that the Fire Fist Tribe had never intended to let them survive from the beginning to the end.

The torture now is just another psychological torture.

Taking the weeds out of Deren's mouth, Su Mo beat out a bowl of porridge, which was obviously much thicker than the previous few days.

But Deren, who was tied to the pillar, had dull eyes and looked lost.

"Why, you don't have anything to say to me today?"

Su Mo asked with a smile.

Deren didn't say anything, but just lowered his head quietly, as quiet as death.

Maybe he also figured out his fate, that he would be drawn and buried here.

"If you don't want to be drawn, I think you might as well worship the Giant Stone God more. It's effective. As long as you are pious enough, maybe you can survive!"

Su Mo said casually, and Deren didn't take it to heart.

It's just a wild god worshipped by the ignorant people. I don't know how many of them the Snow Bandits have destroyed. If it's really effective, how could these gods be unable to protect themselves?

However, surprisingly, after Su Mo left, there were still people in the dungeon praying silently.

Although the sound made by the blocked mouth was just a humming sound, the three words Giant Stone God could be barely heard in the repeated sentences.

Good guy, even if you know it's useless, you still engage in involution, right?

Deren refused in his heart, but he couldn't help but praying in the end.

He imitated the sentence format of Su Mo's prayers these days, and those unwillingness flashed through his mind. He said in his heart:

"Bless me, God of the Giant Stone, and bless me to survive this disaster. Don't be picked, I must not be picked."

"Bless me, God of the Giant Stone, and bless me to leave here alive. I will definitely follow your guidance and teachings."

"Giant..."

Derren didn't know how long he had been chanting, and fell asleep tiredly.

When he woke up again, he saw Huang Xiangyu, the damned, walking in with people again.

The other party looked at him for a long time, especially on Deren.

This time, three people were picked.

One person from the Red Moon Team and two people from the Secret Assassination Team were dragged away by the guards with howling.

"I wasn't picked?"

Deren was stunned and suddenly ecstatic.

Three people left at once, and the chance of survival undoubtedly increased dramatically.

However, the other party's attention to his behavior also made him feel uneasy, and he had a feeling of uneasiness that he would definitely be drawn next time.

What should I do?

Is prayer still useful?

Deren prayed again until he fainted, and then was awakened by the sound of hammers.

Just when he thought this was the last time to choose someone, he found that it was Su Mo who walked in.

The other party untied all the ropes in a few seconds and helped him sit on the ground.

"Brother Chen, what are you doing..."

"Did you pray to the stone god to leave here?"

"Ah, this..." Deren was stunned, and found that Su Mo's expression was unusually serious, so he had to nod quickly.

"Let's go quickly, the stone god told me in a dream that you shouldn't die here, let me help you... But what can I, a dungeon guard, do to help you? Take these foods and escape at night."

Su Mo said, untied and took down a bag from his back.

After opening it, there were more than a dozen baked potatoes inside, exuding an enticing aroma.

But at this moment, Deren didn't care, his brain was out of work, and he looked stupid...

"Run...Run away?"

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