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Chapter 310 The Weird Relocation

Following Balin's words, Song Liyun's brows twitched slightly on his expressionless face.

At this time, what she saw was another side of the Wuda tribe, and she realized that Zhao Tingduo, who appeared in front of her easily every time, was actually facing a dangerous living environment all the time.

There is also the Dongyue Department that Song Liyun has never heard of.

When the Wuda tribe returned to the grassland with its wings gradually flourishing, it repelled a provocation from the East Vietnam tribe.

It was also that powerful counterattack that caused Abuli to be seriously injured.

Immediately afterwards, when the East Vietnam tribe plundered and killed the Wu Dynasty, it lost its strength, and encountered internal divisions within the tribe, its strength was greatly reduced, and it lost its qualifications for the royal court.

The leader Abuli had to take more than a thousand split relatives back from the Chiyang pasture where the royal court of the Di clan was located to the Mida River Valley, where he faced his old enemy, the Wuda tribe.

On one side is a rising star who is ready to go, and on the other side is a notorious and cruel old butcher.

Between the two was 20 years of carnage, and the feud that cost Abbrey a year ago.

When they meet again at this time, the two sides no longer underestimate them, and every contact is a battle.

The Midra Valley was full of blood and blood.

There are thousands of horses on both sides.

Galloping on the ground, it is dotted with countless fast-moving black spots in an instant. It is a horse roaring and neighing, like a violent wind and waves, like a stormy sea.

Following the contact of the horse, Feiyang Xueliang's scimitar brought up a mist of blood...

Bahrain only understands some simple Wu Dynasty vocabulary, but those few killing words are full of blood.

Song Liyun's heart was in her throat, she only wanted to know one ending, that is, how is Zhao Tingduo's safety?
It's a pity that Bahrain hastily retreated from the Midra Valley at the beginning of the war, and he doesn't know the specific situation.

The only thing that is certain is: the two sides are evenly matched, there is no clear winner or loser, and the battle is stalemate, otherwise the other tribes behind will not have to run anymore.

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The nearest tribe to Kunbu is a day away.

Song Liyun's departure this time was no longer with Song Dekui, except for the five Wudong people sent by Xiao Zongqi, there were also five Dilu people including Bahrain.

Since she was walking in the name of a caravan, she naturally had to catch up with her own carriage.

In the carriage, besides the cardboard houses, there were food, salt, tobacco leaf cloth, and the old horse.

After listening to Wu Dong in Kunbu, she realized how dangerous it was when she passed through the swamp.

If they are not careful, they will fall into those water bubbles that are only frozen with a thin layer of ice. It was the old horse who led them here on a solid road.

Song Dekui learned that the crushed ice that he stepped on every step was actually lying on the neck of the god of death, and he couldn't help being so shocked that he hugged the old horse's neck and boasted: "A catty of salt, I won't call it in the future." You have a catty of salt. You are called Lao Yan, Lao Yan, you are a great hero, I will pay for all your food and water in the future, and I will never treat you badly."

The old horse didn't know what sensationalism was, he just raised his bony head and impatiently shook off the pendant around his neck.

Taking two steps away, he tilted his head and poked his head into the cardboard box at the back of the cart, and took a big mouthful of hay from it.

There is a feed specially prepared for horses, which can be eaten at any time.

Song Dekui laughed: "Eat, eat! Master Song will give you more after eating."

Wu Dong came over on horseback: "Boss Song, we can start now. Doesn't Lao Yan need to use the rope?"

Song Dekui shook his head: "There's no need to tie it up, Lao Yan won't run around."

The old horse didn't have a rein and didn't run wild, and followed Song Dekui and Song Liyun every step of the way.

The needs of the animals are simple and straightforward. The teeth of the old horse can no longer chew the hay, and it has been hungry for a long time before being replaced.

Since the two humans in front of him can give it soft grass and clean water, it naturally won't leave.

Both Wudong and Balin were very puzzled that Song Liyun wanted to bring such an old horse that could not ride or run.

It was said before that an old horse was needed to lead the way, but now with Wudong and the others, such a horse would be redundant. After all, a horse is a horse, and it doesn't know where people are going. It is probably a coincidence that it can lead Song Liyun out of the swamp.

Song Liyun didn't explain much, she felt that a non-speaking animal was sometimes more reliable than a human, especially on grasslands she was not familiar with.

Besides, raising an extra old horse just consumes more food, which I can afford.

The cold wind on the grassland in winter is biting, and the Juqing horse is running with a cart, and the breath condensed into white mist.

Song Liyun, who was sitting on the carriage, was wrapped tightly and could not feel the cold.

Because they were carrying the carriage, the speed of the group was not fast. They didn't arrive at their destination, a small flat land under a gentle slope, until it was getting dark and snowflakes were falling in the sky.

This is the tribe called Xiaocha that Balin said, but it is empty at this time.

The remaining horse stakes, the hay gnawed by cattle and sheep, and the traces left by personnel activities all indicate that this place was once a camp.

Several people in Wudong separated and searched for traces of the tribe. Balin frowned and looked anxious.

"Miss Song, I'm afraid the Xiaocha tribe has moved away!"

Song Liyun got off his horse and looked around the piles of black ashes.

There are ten ash clusters here, and there should be ten tents.

In the middle of winter, a tribe of dozens of people just leave?

The people brought by Bahrain quickly took a look around, and the traces left by hundreds of cattle and sheep all indicated that the direction of the tribe was heading north.

What is the reason for the tribe to move their tents against the wind and snow?

And the direction is still moving back. Could it be that the Mida Valley has already decided the winner?
Several people were very puzzled.

It's just that it's getting dark now, and I can't hurry anymore, so I have to stay in this empty camp for the time being.

There are no tribes and tents, only camping.

The people in Wudong were sergeants who had been patrolling the grasslands. Although they didn't know how to eat and sleep every day, they also had experience in spending the night in the wild. They immediately started digging pits on the ground with knives.

Spread hay in the pit to keep warm and cold.

The Bahrains grew up in the grasslands all the time. They found a slope sheltered from the wind, and they could live overnight by wrapping themselves in sheepskin quilts.

All their problems are what to do with Miss Song.

While the ten people were busy preparing for the night, Song Dekui had already called Wu Dong to help.

"Old Wu, come and help build a house!"

Song Dekui stood by the carriage, jumped and shouted to Wu Dong and others who were moving earth and stones.

Wu Dong came over, looked at the boards stacked on the carriage and asked, "What is building a house? What are these things?"

At this time, Song Dekui had already loosened the rope binding the boards, revealing the "boards" and wood piled up randomly inside.

When he saw Wu Dong and others coming, he handed over a long board from the car, and laughed: "Don't stand there, everyone help!"

Wu Dong saw a three-inch thick wooden board stretched out in front of him, he subconsciously used all his strength to catch it.

I didn't expect to start with it, but it was unexpectedly light.

He exerted too much force, and with an "oops", he fell heavily backwards while holding the cardboard core board.

This fall was so hard that the thick cardboard was pressed on him, and he couldn't even see the corner of his clothes.

Before Song Dekui, who was bending over with laughter, stepped forward to grab someone, a steel knife was already slashing at him.

(End of this chapter)