Benbo Erba left with confidence. He still trusted his good friend Fathead Yu 100% and believed that it could handle the matter here well.

The fish around them think that the fat-headed fish is lazy and is a timid and afraid of things, but only they know that the fat-headed fish only has the word "lazy". If this guy gets serious, the energy that bursts out will definitely be beyond imagination.

The peng-Bo Erba knew that it would be difficult to convince the elderly, weak, sick and disabled to do something big with them with just a few words from the fat-headed fish. There must be more powerful evidence! The group of fishmen has always believed in the "Divine Will" and believes that everything is the will of the gods.

The real stage is on the shore patrolling at night. At that time, the joking words of the fat-headed fish plus the "god of the gods" can definitely convince everyone!

The fat-headed fish slammed the mouth and brewed it. She twisted her fat body and carefully approached an old fish man beside her, talking to herself and seemed to communicate with the people around her: "What's going on today? Why did we suddenly call us for patrol?"

The elderly fishman drooped his eyelids, and seemed to vent more than intake and was dying.

"There are more and more enemies outside these days, and many people have died in battle. Now it is estimated that there is no one left, so we are letting them go out to fight the enemy. This kind of thing has happened before."

Fathead Fish just heard Douyao talk about the leader’s conspiracy, and then gathered the old man to say it, and was even more sure that this kind of thing had happened more than once.

"But I heard that there seems to be something inside of this matter... Many young and middle-aged people have been transferred to training, and we, the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, can't stop the enemy. This is just sending us to die!" Fathead Fish complained.

Before the old man could speak, another fishman on the side couldn't help but interrupt and said, "That's not right, is this clearly let's die?"

When Fathead Fish heard someone responding, she immediately became energetic and turned to chat with the person beside her.

"Brother Chest, do you think so too? The heroes have similar views! This is strange at heart. They were not forced to go out, and the pig head man had no ability to go into the water. Now they are surrounded by strong enemies outside, hiding in the lake without shrinking, and trying their best to go outside to send people to their heads!"

Fathead Fish began to perform and shook her head repeatedly and said, "I can't forgive me!"

As the two chatted, the bored fishman on the side also joined the chat.

Everyone was filled with resentment, and they knew everything they had when they went outside.

They both contributed to their tribes when they were young, so why did they become ‘abandoned’ when they were old?

But now they have no choice but to be trapped here and have to wait for death at night.

"What are you quarreling? Just be quiet!" The fishman guards heard the thorns talking and turned around and scolded them angrily. The fish immediately fell silent.

The fishman, who had one eye blind, whispered: "Now you don't even let go of your words..."

The fish were extremely aggrieved. They were dying, but now they were still instructed by others, and they were filled with anger in their hearts.

Seeing this, Fathead Fish immediately whispered: "Oh, it's really disappointing to treat us who have made contributions with this attitude."

The other fishmen all looked at the fat-headed fish with an inexplicable look. It is true that they have made contributions, but what contributions do you have to the population?

The fat-headed fish slammed slightly and waved her hands and said, "Don't care about these details. We are people who have made contributions, but how did they treat us now?"

"Oh, what can we do? Look at how we look now, are we still qualified to refuse?"

The old, weak, sick and disabled laughed bitterly, looking at their old or disabled bodies, and now they can only be at the mercy of others.

"Then are you willing? I'm not willing anyway!" Fathead Fish knew that she couldn't say too much, otherwise she would have to be shot to death without waiting for her brother to come to save her.

As soon as this statement was spoken, it really resonated with many fishmen, and the grief in his heart became even more serious: "What if you are willing, what if you are unwilling to do? Do we have any choice now?"

"Maybe, there will be a miracle!" said the fat-headed fish in a sigh.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the circle of thorns was filled with despair and resentment, but at this moment they could do nothing and could only wait for the arrival of their own destiny.

Looking up, you can vaguely see a ray of light swaying in the water.

When this light disappears, it is time for them to die.

Time is the most ruthless.

When you are happy, time passes quickly and makes people unable to catch their tails. Before you carefully savor the taste of pleasure, you slip away from your mouth.

When you are desperate, time is so long that you live like a year. Every minute and every second is like a sharp knife, cutting off the flesh on your body bit by bit, and experiencing the most complete crying.

The atmosphere of the thorn circle became increasingly low, and even the water was filled with a dusk air, a kind of death air.

The fat-headed fish stared at the darkness behind the thorn circle, and was extremely anxious: Bean sprouts, I have already rushed as you said, and I hope I can escape this time.

Just as the fat-headed fish was stunned, the only light swaying above the head disappeared.

The disabled fishman pointed at the top of his head: "It's dark."

Knock!

The fish suddenly had a weight in their hearts.

"Okay, okay, get up, it's time for you to patrol." The fishman guard outside walked over with a weapon stand, his tone high.

"We have been brought here since noon. Now we are going to perform a mission, so we don't even give you a bite of food..." said the fat-headed fish, touching his round belly.

"What kind of food is eating! They are all dying people, and they are wasted eating!"

"Don't be too slow, come here to get weapons and go patrol! You'll have a meal when you're back!"

The fishman guards simply stopped pretending. They had sent more than a dozen fishmans who died, but no one could come back.

Besides...

According to the priests, even if anyone comes back alive, he will be punished for the crime of dereliction of duty on the way and will be executed directly on the spot.

The fishman tribe does not accept these "burdens". The tribe is a young tribe and needs to develop it. It cannot be dragged down by the elderly, weak, sick and disabled.

According to the original words of the priest, these patrols can paralyze the pig-headed people outside and make them mistakenly think that the Dongqi Fishman is under the strength of the power. When they relax, the bravest and young elites can catch them off guard! And this is the final contribution of these old, weak, sick and disabled to the tribe.

The elderly, weak, sick and disabled were urged to drive out of the thorn circle, and they were stunned when they got the weapons.

"Let's just patrol outside with this thing?"

The fishman often uses stone spears, which are composed of tough wooden poles and sharply polished stone spear heads. However, now they have wooden spears on their hands, or soft and rotten wooden poles. The heads are not very sharp, and they seem to have just dealt with the matter at will.

The fat-headed fish poked his belly with a wooden spear. He couldn't even poke his belly, and he wanted to fight with the pig-headed man outside?

"Shut up!"

"It's good to have weapons, there are so many requirements!"
Chapter completed!