Thus, he decided to think of something practical.

For example, a bow and arrow.

This was a good choice, a ranged weapon with clear advantages.

And most importantly, bows and arrows could be made from wood.

Moreover, the structure wasn't particularly complex.

Subconsciously spreading out a piece of animal skin and mixing some dye, Logic began to seriously ponder from nothing to something.

He clearly realized that he enjoyed this process immensely and was even more intoxicated by the intense sense of satisfaction after success.

Though he also didn't rule out moments of extreme frustration.

First was the bow body which definitely needed to be made from strong flexible wood for the bowring.

Animal senue should suffice, right? Then there were the arrows.

For the arrow heads, well, he felt he couldn't make those, so for now, he would just sharpen one end of the arrow shaft a bit to make do.

It seemed he also needed to get a feather, apparently to increase range and improve balance.

The construction of a bow and arrow wasn't complicated to begin with, and logic quickly sketched out the design.

However, he was very aware that the difficulty didn't lie here, but rather in the choice of materials, especially for the bow body.

The quality of the bow depended critically on the material used for its body.

However, logic clearly had no research on wood.

And the most crucial point was that asking Gao Su about this would be useless.

What good would it do for Gao Su to tell him which tre's material was suitable for making a bow? To him, every tree looked pretty much the same.

No good.

Just thinking about this made his head start to ache, feeling like this was a major project.

While he was entangled in this, a member of the reconnaissance team responsible for delivering food supplies had already arrived at the camp carrying a basket made of tree vines.

As a member of an important department within the Ming Jing tribe, the reconnaissance team consisted of only three people and Logic naturally remember their names.

The one who came over this time was named Lu Chuan.

Logic took a glance at the basket, perhaps due to his status as the tribal leader.

The ingredients brought back were quite plentiful.

In addition to a plump carp, there was also a hefty road deer leg.

They could have a feast tonight.

He invited Luchuan to sit down by the fire and casually scooped a bowl of hot water for him.

After all, it wasn't an easy task to carry food supplies all the way here in this freezing weather.

Receiving the bowl of hot water, Logic handed him.

Luchuan looked pleasantly surprised.

In this era, a leader who could provide everyone with a hot meal and a warm drink would always be cherished by his tribes people.

Not to mention that Logic had developed what was originally a small tribe of just over 30 people into one with a population of nearly a hundred in such a short time which was simply unbelievable.

It wasn't an exaggeration to say that many people in the tribe had come to rever Logic as a deity.

Even if he went over to tell them that the sun rose in the west, they would seriously nod and believe him while drinking water and resting.

Logic first confirmed the situation in the Ming Jing tribe with Lu Chuan.

Learning that everything was fine there and that the progress of the defensive works in agriculture had not fallen behind due to the situation here.

He breathed a slight sigh of relief before leisurely discussing the issue of bow and arrow materials.

The basic situation was that he was responsible for talking and Luan was responsible for listening.

After he finished speaking, logic directly indicated for Luan to take the drawn design back to the armory in the tribe and have them start researching it as he clearly didn't have the conditions to do so himself.

That tribe didn't know how many more days they could drag it out with him.

Time was precious, and the development of the bow and arrow couldn't be delayed.

It needed to be done as quickly as possible.

Chapter 42.

Confrontation time passed day by day and the other tribes people surprisingly managed to hold on despite being cut off from their food supply.

They survived for several days on just melted snow and water.

During this time, Luog was completely unreserved, visiting them daily, acting like a group of rascals coming and going in this tribe as they pleased.

They were few in number and couldn't kill the young leader of the opposing tribe.

While the other side, although larger in number, generally lacked strength and couldn't defeat them.

Both sides found themselves in a bit of stalemate.

However, under these circumstances, Luog with ample food supplies held an absolute advantage.

He could afford to wait them out, but the other side didn't have that luxury.

At this moment, the young leader's eyes were bloodshot.

The dire situation had prevented him from getting a good night's sleep for several days.

His eyes were filled with blood vessels, red to the point of being frightening.

After several days without food, his cheeks were sunken, and he had inevitably fallen into a state of malnutrition and weakness.

On this day, faced with another attack from the wolf warriors, he could no longer contain himself and shouted horarssely, "What do you want?" His question was laden with obvious despair and anger.

Yes.

What do they want? If they intended to wipe them out, they could have done so days ago.

But they chose not to.

Each time they fought, they would withdraw after inflicting some damage, then circle around the perimeter.

Whenever they left the tribe, the wolf warriors would rush in, and when they stayed, the wolf warriors would continue to linger outside.

They were exhausting them like this.

Do they want to wait until they starve to death and then come to collect the bodies? To be honest, the young leader found it hard to comprehend.

In this era, exhausting a tribe to the point of starvation and then collecting the bodies was both laborious and pointless.

Who would be so bored as to do such a thing? Lu G was certainly not that kind of person to be honest.

He was also wondering why these stubborn villagers hadn't packed up and fled yet.

Were they intent on fighting him to the bitter end? As for exterminating them, Lu Gi had never even considered it because he had no intention of suffering from a desperate counterattack from these barbarians.

He wouldn't accept their surrender either.

The tribe couldn't absorb them, and taking them in would only reduce their development efficiency and possibly destabilize the tribe internally, affecting unity and growth.

Since we've reached this point, I'll be frank, I have no interest in fighting you to the death, but your presence here is quite bothersome to me.

So, could you please find a new place to live? Luog's words were polite, but the content was anything but.

Upon hearing this, the young leader facial muscles twitched.

Change living locations.

What a joke.

In this icy season, losing their camp and becoming homeless would be a terrible thing for a tribe, wouldn't it? Moreover, the temperature had been continuously dropping for several days with no sign of warming.

At this rate, in a few more days, it might get even colder.

By then, how many tribe members would freeze to death before they could find a new place to live? This was essentially pushing them to their doom.

Thinking of this, a fierce expression appeared on the young leader's face.

Hearing your words, "You must not want to face our desperate counterattack, so you keep dragging this out, right? Are you not afraid of pushing us too far, forcing us to fight back? We might as well all die together in this cold winter.

" The young leader's words carried a clear threat, presenting a stance of, "If you provoke us again, we'll perish together.

However, Lu Gi was completely unfased by this.

" "Oh, don't worry.

If you come out to fight, I'll just turn around and run.

I want te give you the chance to die together.

" Lu G's tone was serious and sincere when he replied, almost making the young leader want to spit blood and anger.

Faced with Lu G's shameless words, the young leader was stunned.

His heart raced uncontrollably.

How could he be cornered by such a shameless creature, not even knowing whether he was human or ghost? Did this guy have no warrior's dignity at all? At the same time, a deep sense of powerlessness arose within him because upon reflection, he realized he truly had no way to deal with this shameless guy.

Without lingering any longer and without needing a response from the young leader, Lu Gi realized that the threat posed by the trib's barbarians had significantly diminished over the past few days.

After having his fun, he led the other seven wolf warriors away with a victorious demeanor, leaving the trib's barbarians looking at each other in confusion.

Leader, we a group of them looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

They were living fine here.

Who would want to leave? to search for a new settlement in this icy world.

Was that crazy? If the current situation made them feel they had no choice but to yield.

Ultimately, they could only leave the decision to the leader, hoping that everyone would agree with whatever decision he made.

Meanwhile, back at the temporary camp, Lu G looked up at the sun in the sky.

Bathed in sunlight, he felt no warmth at all.

Considering the continuously dropping temperatures over the past few days, the temporary camp was quite rudimentary.

If this continued, it wouldn't be easy for them either.