Othua's War Banner

Chapter 579 0576: The Prayer of the Son of the Wind
"We will not evacuate to the tribe."

Meng announced the direction of the march.

The leader of the tribe conveyed his order. Everyone was not as excited as expected, and even a little numb. Maybe they had a premonition when they stepped out of the corridor.

It could also be...

The impact of the massacre of the black cavalry, and the exhaustion brought about by several days of slaughter, made most people give up thinking.

The bonfire crackled and the firewood was burning bright red.

Fleeing from the bloody battlefield, the soldiers cherished this warm light and this moment of tranquility they had earned desperately, even if the commander wanted to break it.

Meng returned a sincere and calm look to everyone waiting for an explanation:

"Bituluo's legion can't last long. The people in southern Xinjiang may have grasped the direction of the tribe. Even if they don't have coordinates, they only need to torture one or two captives to get the location of Sandon Kaya..."

He states a well-known fact:

"Our homeland has almost no fighting power now."

There is no doubt that Nansen is here for Thornton Kaya.

Destroying the troops under Bituro's command is just a means to weaken Ken, and Thornton Kaya is the foundation of the battle...

It is also the thing that the opponent most wants to destroy!

Meng is by no means a conductor, nor has he understood the stakes, but he is sensitive to malice and can perceive the conspiracy behind this battle.

He told the assembled soldiers:
"If we run away, we will bring the disaster back, so we can only stay here, with the help of the earth gifted by the wind and snow, slowly hold back the devil's pace, there will be a long battle, and there will be more casualties."

Until Nansen gave up his goal, or a new turning point appeared.

Meng is aware of the deployment of the surrounding mountain roads, and also knows that some tribes have formed a force to resist the invasion of southern Xinjiang.

The turning point he was looking forward to was that a tribe that resisted the invasion would appear and join him in resisting the Heili cavalry.

Meng looked at the silent warrior below.

The skin is black, the eye sockets are deep, the sword is cut, and the armor and totem are covered with blood.

They were all scared, but they had no way out, so they could only bite the bullet and face the unknown and long battle.

This is Palotusbi.

A land that is always fighting and bleeding.

……

Both Batley and Beddy remained silent. They heard the military orders sparking discussions, and then fell silent again. Roasting on the bonfire can cause drowsiness.

Snoring, whispering, raving, moaning.

The two brothers were leaning against the leeward side of the sundries.

Bartley saw that the mason was checking the equipment, and then fed water and food to the surrounding Fei wolves in turn.

The scouts sent back information.

During the retreat of Meng's army, Bituro fought bloody battles with Nansen.

Corpses are everywhere.

The soldiers under Bituro's command suffered heavy casualties, and it is said that even he himself died on the battlefield.

The remaining troops were less than one-tenth, fleeing in all directions.

The Heili cavalry and the city-state coalition forces have turned around, followed the snow marks, crossed the mountain roads and tundra, and came to chase and kill Meng and his soldiers.

Bartley raised his neck, relying on the campfire to gauge the number of survivors.

"There are more than two thousand."

He retracted, let out a long breath, and said while staring at the sand at his feet. "Do you think we'll survive?"

Beddy opened his dry mouth, but made no sound.

Batley said to himself: "Yesterday, a bandit from the southern border, carrying a broadsword-like weapon, chopped off my neck. I was half a finger away, and I was dead. It was so close..."

Bedi looked at the distance he stretched out, and after a while, asked him:
"At that moment, what were you thinking?"

"Ok?"

"Last words and stuff," Brady added.

"Ah, there is no such thing." Bartley waved his hand, "I only think of berry cakes, my mother's stewed bone broth, winter houses... boots..."

His voice was getting lower and lower.

Bedi turned to look at his brother who grew up, but saw the wet eyes.

Bartley's cheeks were swollen, and he took a deep breath to keep the tears from falling.

"We haven't had bouillon in the house for almost two winters. Thornton Kaya is our tribe, homeland, and you'll protect him till the end, won't you?"

The cold wind made my ears hurt, and preparations for combat supplies began in the distance.

The battle is about to begin.

Beddy said "Hmm" like a mosquito.

Bart nodded blankly, and saw Beddy again—he was no longer screaming and collapsing, nor was he crying.

Instead, it's myself...

He stared at his bloodstained hands and thought: The most courageous hunter of his generation should seek solace from the most famous coward.

The tribe's infantry tomahawks are going to take Bedi.

Thornton Kaya has a battle formation, and Bedi's riding skills are poor, so he can't join the cavalry team like Batley.

Ever since he joined the army, he has been just an inner hunter with poor strength.

Batley looked at his brother's back, stopped him suddenly, and handed the captured pig bone long blade to the other party's hand.

The standard dagger that Snow gave to Beddy was already curled.

……

"It's a nice knife. Is he your friend?"

The strong man handed the animal skin water bottle to Bedi, which contained enchanting potions, which could make the weapon cut some halo effects.

"It's a brother, raised by a grandmother."

Beddy said.

Although he had a new weapon, he was still reluctant to part with the dagger Snow gave him. After weighing it for a moment, he pried off the metal part on it.

A Thornton Kaya emblem.

During the process of caressing Bedi, he recalled what Batley said in his head. It is true that the Santon Kaya tribe is the warmest place most refugees have ever stayed in.

He held the metal emblem in his hand, closed his eyes, knelt on one knee facing the north, and prayed to his homeland with the praise of the son of the wind god McGill.

The strong man watched Beddy pray in silence.

He held the iron tool to avoid the sound of the collision from affecting the opponent, and also took the opportunity to straighten his waist to soothe his muscles and bones.

The camp extends according to the terrain of the mountain road, and the soldiers stationed spread far away with the campfire as the connection point, forming a mottled picture of white snow, mud, dark green, and gray and black.

At a glance, many people are praying.

Thornton Kaya accommodates a variety of beliefs, and the heirs of all old gods are treated fairly. The strongest barrier in the north has been broken in this tribe.

Respect each other and love our homeland.

Zhan Jing had never promulgated laws in words, but a similar atmosphere naturally formed in the village.

Different prayers, same emotion.

After Bedi recited the last words, the cold wind gently kissed the bare skin, symbolizing that the old god did not abandon its people, and the blessing and grace still fell on them.

Every faith has its own peculiarities.

Beddy suddenly fell into a dream, and before he opened his eyes, two completely different pictures flooded into his mind.

"Great McGill, the sons and daughters of Frost Snow listen to your teachings."

He returned the salute and concentrated on accepting the picture.

First of all, the chill climbed up from the back, the blood-stained arms stretched out, and the darkness piled up from all directions.

Died, buried alive.

Bedi sweated coldly on the corner of his forehead, and murmured in shortness of breath, "Is it a near-death scene...my fate."

In the past, he should have jumped up and ran and screamed like crazy, but the war changed his habits.

Bedi endured the palpitations and continued to accept.

Then he saw a shooting star streaking across the bright sky, the haze of war was torn apart, and the spectacular scenery in the daytime was shocking, but at the same time, there was...

Peace of mind?

　I went for an interview today, and I have to change jobs after the next year. The market in the past two years has been crazy and turbulent. Hey, life is getting harder and harder.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)