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Chapter 228 Hair
Angel Tribe.

Patriarch An Wenkang rushed back from the east.

Half a month ago, he had just sent the third batch of young and strong men from the Angel tribe to the eastern front with arrogance, but his hometown was stolen when he turned around.

Turning around, looking at the mess in front of him, An Wenkang's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water.

Turning and turning, a clan elder stood up and blocked the way with a smile. "Brother, Yangtaoxi is ahead, so don't go there."

An Wenkang stopped, he hesitated, "Is this water source still usable?"

"This..." Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to answer the patriarch's words.

Yangtaoxi is just a small stream with a width of more than ten feet, and it looks unattractive on the surface.But it is one of the most precious sources of drinking water for the Angel tribe.

Everyone subconsciously looked up.

The clear stream in front of him is gurgling, and it looks lively under the cover of green grass on both sides.

However, the periphery of the stream was tightly sealed with thorns.

After the riot the night before, someone found a few more dead sheep in this carambola creek the next day, even emitting a faint stench.

When the news came out, the whole Angel was panicked.

As we all know, the frontier Yanfeng Fortress was ravaged by the epidemic, and even the general who defended the fortress was not spared.

Now that the two countries are at war, both sides are red-eyed.No one dared to bet whether the dispirited Yunchui people would spread the epidemic into the depths of the grassland.

Thinking about it this way, looking at the dead sheep floating in the water, no matter how reluctant the clan elders were, they could only ask people to seal the stream around.

He even controlled those tribesmen who had been close to the stream and prevented them from wandering around.

"What are you all doing for food?" An Wenkang looked at the crowd disappointedly, his eyes filled with hatred, "There are so many people in the tribe, don't they all sleep at night?"

What's more, before he sent the young and middle-aged men of the tribe to the front line, he repeatedly told the elders of all tribes to live well in their hometown.

The result is still what it is now.

"Brother," said the old man of the clan in an embarrassing voice, trying to shirk responsibility.He said aggrievedly: "We brothers did our best. It's just that those Yunchui mice are really elusive, and it's hard to guard against."

"Third Uncle is right." The clansman next to him hurriedly said, "At first everyone received news that a group of Yunchui people appeared behind our pasture. All clansmen kept their weapons in their hands and took precautions for three or four days. Whether it is day or night, no one dares to close their eyes."

"As a result, no one was found in all the obvious posts and hidden tips, so everyone thought they had left the vicinity of our tribe. After all, our Angel is a large and medium-sized tribe with a large number of personnel and strong combat power. They may be afraid."

"Who knows..."

"Who knows, who knows..." An Wenkang snorted coldly, "What do you think they are?"

"This is a lone army. The other party's ability to live in the depths of the grassland shows that some of them have ways to hide from us, and some of them are patiently waiting for us to relax our vigilance."

Let go of your vigilance in three or four days, if you don't sneak up on you, who will you sneak up on?

As for the large and medium-sized tribes, as the saying goes, the raptors do not cross the river. Since they dared to wander in the grassland, how could they be afraid of a mere large and medium-sized tribe.

"Why are you all in a daze?" An Wenkang couldn't get angry, and he yelled: "Hurry up and check the surrounding posts again! Do you want to give them a chance to sneak attack again?"

Everyone shivered and hurriedly left.

After turning around again and checking all the losses of the tribe, An Wenkang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

In addition to the closed Yangtaoyuan, Gu Datou and the others made a fuss the night before, but they only burned hundreds of tents and killed some livestock.

Compared with Angel's huge tribe, it is almost negligible.

The most important thing is that people are different.

Those who will live on the outskirts of the tribe are civilians or even slaves attached to Angel.

Most of these people have been sent to the front lines, and those tents are either orphaned or empty.When it burns, it burns.

Besides, the weather on the grassland is getting hotter and hotter now, it is best to burn these dirty places with a fire, so as not to cause epidemics.

After thinking about this, he turned his head to look at a tall and straight young man with a pale face.

"Futu, I heard that you led people to chase them out the night before last. What happened afterwards?"

Why did he lead more than [-] good men on horseback to chase south, but in the end he only fled back in embarrassment.And when it was discovered the next day, those people were all stripped of their clothes, and their necks were wiped collectively, and none of them survived.

An Wenkang felt a little distressed.

Compared with the burned tents and livestock, the more than seventy people who died in the south were their biggest loss.

Futu looked ashamed and lowered his head deeply.

His name means "leading horse" in Xiliang language, but the leading horse led the team to attack, but failed to bring back his own horses in the end.

"Patriarch, it's like this..."

No matter how ashamed Futu was, he didn't dare to hide anything, and honestly told the story of the night before.

Of course he concealed the fact that he was the first to escape.

"Wait," An Wenkang listened, and suddenly raised his hand to interrupt Futu: "What do you think they look like?"

In the depths of the grassland, there were more than two hundred Qiyunchui people sneaking around and doing all kinds of evil. After a few months in Xiliang, there was nothing they could do about them, An Wenkang knew it.

However, according to Futu's meaning, there will be another group of Yunchui people appearing nearby?
Futu didn't know why, so he had to re-describe what he saw and did.

An Wenkang listened silently, with a dangerous gleam in his eyes.

A tyrannical team full of bald men!
He looked around and confirmed again: "Have you really seen what they look like?"

"Patriarch," Futu had no way out, so he nodded emphatically to confirm: "Although it was not bright at that time, the light was not very good, but I am sure I saw it right."

An Wenkang nodded and pondered.

As a large and medium-sized tribe, Angel is one of the main targets of caravans traveling on the East and West Lines during peacetime.Since the Grassland Royal Court issued the order to march eastward, it, like the Blood Moon tribe, is also one of the main forces of the Xiliang Army.

As the patriarch, An Wenkang had carefully studied the customs and beliefs of the Yunchui people.

Generally speaking, Yun Chui advocated filial piety, and the emperors of all dynasties ruled the world with benevolence and filial piety.For the Yunchui people, it is unfilial to damage the body, hair and skin of their parents without reason.

There will be a group of bald men...

"Each of them is indeed bareheaded, and all of them are sturdy. The physique of the mount is also very tall."

An Wenkang looked up at Futu thoughtfully.

Just say that the group of people who attacked the tribe are from Xiliang.

The two of them were thinking about it, when the sound of trampling horseshoes sounded rapidly, and they galloped towards them.

"Patriarch, the team that attacked us has been found! They are about a hundred miles to the north."

"Did those people grow hair?" An Wenkang asked subconsciously.

what?
The clansman who sent the order was taken aback for a moment, and soon he realized, "We haven't seen anyone yet, but the eagles have spotted the target."

As for whether the other party has long hair or not, the birds in the sky can't tell.

(End of this chapter)