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Chapter 329 The Sneak Attack of Pingshan Department (2)

All this is still imaginary, the Wuda tribe has not been found yet, Pingshanbu is not a good place to stay, and now the tent I live in is almost buried in the snow.

Suppressing the calculations in his heart, Zhang Qishan led several other people to start clearing the snow.

In the tent, dozens of Di soldiers lay in disorder on sheepskin mattresses.

In order to keep warm, the tent was built low and airtight, and the air inside was suffocating.

Ping Shan urinated and returned to the tent, and was immediately frowned by the smell inside.

He kicked the person lying on the ground: "Bawan, has the horse been fed?"

The person who was woken up by him didn't even open his eyes, first he reached out and fished two handfuls from his crotch, and then he muttered: "Headman Pingshan, where is there still food to feed the horses now, you let those Wuchao pigs Let the horse go earlier!"

They came out to fight, and the dry rations they could bring people to eat were good enough, but how could they bring the fine food for horses to eat.

With a black face, Ping Shan kicked the few people lying on the ground fiercely: "Get up for me, let all the horses go, we must set off today!"

The few people who were hurt by his kick did not dare to sleep anymore, tied their belts and ran outside.

The others also got up and left one after another. In a blink of an eye, the tent was empty, and they could even breathe freely.

Bawan just sat up and looked at Ping Shan with squinted eyes: "I said you have only been the leader for a few days, and you put on airs every day and kick your feet when you speak?"

Ping Shan said with a gloomy face, "Now I am the leader of the tribe, you all should stop talking about the old friendship."

Bhawan lay back down unhappily, and muttered in his mouth: "Okay, let's not talk about the past, you don't think you can get the old man back just like this?"

Ping Shan is the second son of the old man. Although he is called the head man, he has not received the real succession.

A month ago, the Uda army raided the East Vietnam Department, and the old man from the Pingshan Department happened to take his eldest son to discuss affairs in the East Vietnam Department.

Seeing that the Wuda army only had a few dozen people, they dared to provoke trouble, so Lao Pingshan took his son and volunteered to expel them. In the end, they only met each other. The father and son were dismounted and captured, and the people they brought were also killed. Captured and lost.

The Pingshan Department lost its leader and eldest son in an instant, and Pingshan, the second son, took the position.

Unlike the elder son who was good at fighting since childhood, this second son is much weaker. He usually manages cattle, sheep and livestock in the tribe and knows nothing about fighting.

The Pingshan tribe has no backbone, and in this chaotic time, every day you can hear the news that other tribes have been annexed by the Wuda army, and they hurriedly took the whole tribe to relocate.

I want to join forces with other vassal tribes in the East Vietnam Department for safety.

The wives of the old man in the tribe also cried all day long. After the tribe was temporarily safe, they asked him, the new leader, to find a way to redeem him.

Bawan is the child of an old man and a girl from the family. Although he and Pingshan are considered brothers, his mother is not a serious wife.

Bawan was quick-witted, and he gave Pingshan an idea to lead people to attack Uda headquarters, capture Mrs. Wuya and exchange for the old man and elder brother, and maybe he can help the East Vietnam Department and find a backer.

They had long heard that in order to gain a firm foothold in the Mida River Valley and to deal with the East Yue tribe, the Wuda tribe sent all the young and strong men, and the people left in the tribe were old, weak, women and children.

Moreover, Pingshan found a small tribe that had just been conquered and annexed by the Uda Army through some refugees who defected to him, and got the news, the source was very accurate.

That small tribe received the task of delivering food to Mount Kara.

Those grains were spoils of war looted by the Uda army.

Anyone who wants to know who lives in Mount Kara.

He only needs to find the Kalashanchabu Canyon to catch Mrs. Uya.

Power is addictive, and in just a few days, Pingshan became a little addicted.

He didn't have much interest in changing the old man and eldest brother back, but he was very excited to hear that he could help the East Vietnam Department solve the current predicament.

Now that he has done meritorious service, when the Dongyue tribe returns to the royal court in the future, he will be the leader of the first tribe of Dongyue.

This idea is good, but the fifty elite cavalry of the Pingshan Department were wiped out by the Wuda army when they were meeting with the old man.

Among the remaining men in the tribe, except for some of them grazing, there are only 80 men selected who can barely go to the battlefield, including those strong slave soldiers.

Although there are few people, these people are more than enough to deal with a group of women who can't shoot bows and arrows, and can't wield machetes.

It's just that man's calculation is not as good as heaven's calculation. What annoyed the new head of Pingshan was that he was about to reach Kara Mountain, but he encountered a snowstorm halfway and was trapped for two days.

Fortunately, I just found that the snow has become smaller, and I can go on my way after feeding the horses.

There was a commotion outside the tent.

The clansmen have already driven dozens of hungry horses to the snowfield, digging through the knee-deep snow to find grass to eat.

There is no dry cow dung to light a fire to boil water, everyone is eating snow and swallowing dry food, ready to pack up the tent and go on the road.

At this moment in the Kara mountain forest, Song Liyun and the others were also eating.

Skiing consumes physical energy. Every hour, Song Liyun asked everyone to stop and rest, eat some warm beef patties, and drink a few mouthfuls of hot soup from the thermos to keep their stomachs seventy percent full.

After finishing the boiling soup in the wooden bowl in one gulp, Song Dekui wiped off the water stains on the corners of his mouth, and exhaled whitely: "We have all run half a mountain away, if someone has seen it, it must be the wrong place, not in Mount Kara Bar!"

Balin glanced at Lin Qingyuan, with dissatisfaction in his eyes: This road was determined by Lin Qingyuan and Miss Song, the envoys cannot make mistakes, and if they make mistakes, they will only be misled.

Lin Qingyuan didn't realize that he was already hated by others, and he was still studying the hot water bottle in his hand seriously: It has been three hours since he came out of the camp, and even the best soup lady in the ice and snow should be completely cold, why is the soup in such a small pot still boiling hot? ?

If it is imitated and sold... that God won't be angry!
Song Liyun put away the binoculars and fell into deep thought. She found many traces along the way.

It's just that there are wild animals here, she is not a native hunter, and she can't tell whether it is a human or a beast for a while.

The four of them lost their minds. It was getting late and they had to return to the camp immediately. Even if Song Liyun had space, she would not want to spend the night in a snowstorm dozens of degrees below zero.

After packing up their things, the four of them began to return the same way.

Just after the figures of several people disappeared, the snowdrift not far away began to squirm, and the movement became bigger and bigger. The snowdrift collapsed and turned into a snow cave.

Soon a person crawled out from inside.

The whole body is covered with thick fur, only a pair of eyes are exposed.

Not to mention hiding in snow caves, even pawing on the snow, you may not be able to find it.

He looked at the direction Song Liyun and the others left, and immediately used branches to sweep down the snow cave where he had just hidden, covering up the traces, and then walked back in another direction.

While walking, he still swept the footprints with the branches, and the snowflakes from the sky fell on the ground, and the light footprints quickly became blurred.

(End of this chapter)