You call this the god of etiquette?

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The Nalchik River is a large river that runs north of Tarek.

In the section of the river near "Talek", due to the accumulation of sediment all year round, the river bed has been raised, and pedestrians can even cross the river directly.

However, the further west you go along the river, the more you can see mountain streams flowing into the Nalchik River.

The river regained its proper volume.

The river becomes wider and boats can pass.

It also makes it easier for the sand people to go deeper.

Garnside, the leader of the "Jia" tribe in gray robes, stood on the shore, looking at the shadow of the boat returning to the west, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Sudden.

A rough voice sounded:

"Clan leader, we have just completed all the inventory work."

"The people from the Kingdom left us with almost four days of food rations and about a hundred tents."

"We have too few 'unmanned personnel'. We may have to ask some soldiers to transport the baggage."

Garnside came to his senses and turned to the burly deputy who spoke:
"Gabor, how long will it take for us to reach Tarek?"

Gabor answered without hesitation:
"Chief, according to the kingdom's sailors, it's about more than two days' journey."

"More than two days" Garnside repeated, taking out the map from the cowhide bag covered by his robe.

The map clearly depicts the terrain of the north, and also marks the place where the sand people disembarked and several important landmark nodes along the way to "Talek".

It can be said that even a civilian who has never received any education can easily master all the key map information.

However, such a well-made map failed to restore Garnside's good mood.

After a while, the leader of the "Jia" tribe frowned.

Gabor observed the words and asked carefully:

"Patriarch, what's wrong?"

Garnside stared at the map for a while, compared it back and forth, and sighed:
"It's still too far."

"What?" Gabor didn't understand what the patriarch meant.

"I mean, Tarek is still too far away."

Garnside said, returning his gaze to the map.

Just listening to his helpless tone, it is impossible to imagine that he is the most powerful and fierce man in the entire tribe, and he once hunted a sand elephant alone.

Gabor was still confused.

There are not many towns in the northern part of the North. Considering that the front section of the Nalchik River is navigable by large ships, "Talek" can be regarded as one of the "worth capturing" targets that is relatively easy to reach.

Although towns like Serape and Phue appear to be much closer to the coastline, they are inaccessible to ships.

If they were chosen as targets, it would not only mean that the tribe would have to climb ashore on steep cliffs, but it would also mean that the tribe's warriors would have to climb mountains.

By accident, I got lost in the unfamiliar mountains. I was afraid that the entire tribe would be annihilated before they even saw the enemy.

In comparison, the "Talek Route", where the front section is navigable and the back section is basically gentle slopes or even plains, is undoubtedly much safer.

"Ga" is in the middle and lower reaches of the tribes in the Pustonian desert, with a total of more than 270 people.

The whole tribe has long developed a cautious behavior.

Everyone agreed on the choice of "Taleq" as the primary target.

Why does it seem like the leader is changing his mind now?
While Gabor was struggling, Garnside had rerolled the map and carefully put it back into the cowhide bag.

"Gabor, how many of our tribesmen are still seasick?"

The clan leader's abrupt question woke Gabor up.

He thought for a moment and gave an uncertain answer:
"Chief, when we just got off the boat, there were about 40 of our tribe members who were vomiting and unable to stand."

"It's been so long since we've been back on land, the condition of some people should have improved."

Garnside nodded slightly when he heard this.Sand people are not all landlubbers.

In fact, as early as hundreds of years ago, the technology of "evaporation" had spread to the tribes of Pustonia.

The sea has since replaced the oasis and has become the main water source for the sand people in the east and west.

The sand tribes living along the coast then developed a fairly mature shipbuilding industry and fishery.

However, "Jia" happens to be a tribe living in the middle of the desert.

In other words, this is not a coincidence. After all, the area of ​​the oasis in the middle of the desert has shrunk again and again, and the entire area became the most barren place in the entire desert a hundred years ago.

Naturally, the weakest tribes in the entire desert gathered together.

However, the sand sea is changeable, and the fate of the tribe may not be unchangeable.

Thinking of this, Garnside's initially hesitant expression became determined.

Noticing the changes in the clan leader, Gabor was about to ask, but unexpectedly, Garnside spoke first:

"You can check on the clan members later."

"Place the tribesmen who are still feeling unwell with the 'no one's."

"Yes!" Gabor agreed instinctively at first, but then he felt something was wrong, "Clan leader, are you arranging these people together?"

"Of course let them stay here."

Garnside said firmly.

"Stay here?!"

Gabor was suddenly startled:
"Clan leader, do we have to leave these people behind and move forward directly?"

"So I say, Tarek is still too far away."

Garnside did not directly answer the deputy's question.

“Still too far”

Gabor slowly chewed the words of the patriarch, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed:
"You mean we are going to march at full speed to attack Tarek?"

Garnside couldn't help but sigh again:

"Yes."

"Our tribe is still too weak to take any risks."

"Even if we have to leave part of our tribe and baggage behind first, we still have to seize the time and march towards Tarek, trying to catch the city unawares."

"But the patriarch." Gabor retorted, "According to people in the kingdom, it will take at least a month for Tarek's apostles to get back there."

"Don't we have plenty of time?"

Garnside glanced at the deputy with a puzzled face, and shook his head angrily:
“Will it be the same difficulty to attack a city that is defended as it is an undefended city?”

"But even if Tarek is prepared, they will never be our opponents."

As Gabor said this, his hand subconsciously touched the short knife at his waist.

He was very confident in the strength of the Sand People.

Even if "Jia" is just a small tribe in Pustonia, it will be easy to deal with the city of Siver without an apostle.

Garnside opened his mouth to say a few more words, but he took them back when he reached his lips.

Forget it, since Gabor hasn't made any progress over the years, let him be.

Look again.

The next clan leader needs to lead the clan to find a corner to recuperate in the north, which is a heavy responsibility.

Must be strictly controlled.

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