This speculation spread quickly and immediately detonated the entire tribe's lair.
All tribe members know that territory means food, which is the basis for the survival and growth of the tribe.
Our lives have been difficult since we migrated to this barren hills. Due to the shortage of food, many warriors have to risk their lives to sneak into the territory of neighboring tribes to poach. Once discovered and unable to escape in time, they are often executed. Because of this, the tribe has lost several capable warriors.
The neighboring tribes relied on the fertile valleys, and the number of warriors and absolute strength they possessed made our tribe not dare to covet each other's territory, so we could only swallow our anger.
Since the migration of our tribe, the number of members has been slowly declining, and many warriors have been in a state of semi-starvation for a long time.
Now, there is such a large area of ownerless territory, land full of prey, right under our noses.
At this time, the threat of unknown enemies was ignored by everyone. Some warriors proposed to occupy the valley immediately and move to the valley to survive.
There are many people who hold this opinion, and almost the vast majority of soldiers support this opinion. There were very few opponents. Only the oldest queen, the young queen, the old male, Broken Leg and I objected.
The eldest queen is dedicated to maintaining the survival of the entire tribe, and she is not interested in plans that are too risky.
The young queen ant, on the other hand, trusted me and only objected when she saw that I opposed her.
No one cares about the opinions of the older male ants.
It's a broken leg. She didn't go against me this time, but agreed with me, which surprised me. It seems that the tragic scenes she saw in the valley and among the neighboring tribes shocked her greatly. A true warrior is not fearless, but self-aware.
However, our few objections cannot shake the opinions of the vast majority of warriors in the entire nest. They also have the support of the queens behind them, a total of three queens.
Even though I tried my best to object, I asked them, if we encounter a terrifying enemy who slaughters all the neighboring tribes, are we opponents?
One of the warriors, whose carapace was the yellowest in the entire tribe, rebutted me and said that other warriors from the tribe had gone to the valley and nothing happened to them.
Finally, a compromise was reached. The tribe decided to send most of its warriors to the valley bottom tomorrow to occupy some territory and mark the new territorial boundaries.
However, the tribe's lair will not be relocated for the time being and remains on the hills. At least we haven't encountered any terrifying enemies here in the hills, so it's relatively safe.
Now that it has been decided, we will no longer object.
The next day, most of the warriors in the tribe set out.
Before setting off, everyone moved out the little food left in the tribe's lair and had a hearty meal. Everyone was basically half full and had enough energy to go to the valley to fight for new territory.
More than thirty warriors, myself, Broken Leg, and the warrior with a yellowish carapace who refuted me yesterday (for the convenience of readers, let’s call her “yellow”), as the bravest warriors in the tribe, are responsible for leading Team.
As soon as we entered the valley, Broken Leg and I felt something different from the last time we came.
Angry, this time, there is a lot more anger in the valley.
The gurgling water, swaying leaves, and most importantly, the hissing sounds of various insects, are constantly transmitted to my brain through the tentacles.
There are insects, a lot of them, although there are fewer than when I came here for poaching a long time ago, but they are no longer lifeless.
I don’t know what happened to this valley, which caused the inexplicable decrease in the prey that lived here before. However, there is water here and there is plenty of food. Just as territory attracts powerful warriors, food also attracts prey.
No wonder it’s getting harder and harder to hunt prey on the hills these days. Have they all come to this valley too?
I communicated with Broken Leg. It seems that no matter how dangerous it is, we have to occupy a part of the new territory, otherwise the future will be even more difficult - the hills are becoming more and more barren.
At first, Broken Leg and I were still in control of the team, moving forward cautiously, afraid of encountering danger. But Huang was not satisfied, so she speeded up on her own, and most of the soldiers followed her.
Broken Leg and I had no choice but to leave so many tribal warriors behind, so we had no choice but to chase after them.
This time, Huang won the support of the soldiers, and she became the de facto leader of the team. Wherever she went, the soldiers followed.
This made both me and Broken Leg very angry. In the tribe, I am the most powerful and brave warrior, and those young warriors all fear me and obey me.
The only exception is the broken leg. Although she has a broken leg, she fights extremely fiercely. She only loses to me in fights, and her status is only slightly inferior to mine.
Now, Huang, this cunning guy, has won the support of the vast majority of warriors without fighting at all. In terms of status, she seems to be on par with me and Broken Leg, or even surpass us.
Naturally, we couldn't tolerate this kind of provocation, so we sped up and caught up, hoping to get ahead of Huang and let us continue to lead the team.
Not to be outdone, Huang also accelerated, wanting to continue walking ahead of us and use actions to defend her newly gained status.
Just like that, the team's speed suddenly accelerated.
We didn't stop until we reached the bed of a small dry stream in the middle of the valley.
Previously in the nest, everyone decided to push the boundary of the territory to a certain distance from our tribe's current nest. If it is further away, it will be difficult for us to effectively patrol the border, and we will not be able to defend this territory over time.
Now, this dry stream is a good natural boundary. Once the rainy season comes and the stream starts flowing again, it will separate us from our new neighbors instead of dividing our territory in two.
No warrior dared to be expert in determining the boundaries of territory, not even Huang, who felt that he had just become the first warrior of the tribe.
After a brief discussion among several of our veteran warriors, we decided to mark the boundaries of our territory here.
So, with an order, dozens of warriors ran to the bank of the stream, looking for eye-catching, tall rocks and plants, and began to shit and pee underneath, leaving the freshest and strongest smell of our tribe in the newly developed territory. superior.
Everyone was so enthusiastic that they walked and pulled along the stream all the way south. We didn't care where the stream ended up, we just kept leaving new signs, indicating that we had gained another territory.
Perhaps our expansion will not stop until the end of the stream, or some other tribal boundary that still exists.
