Under the sky

Chapter 350: Side Story: Living in Evil

There are many stories spread on the grassland, such as the lucky man who was kissed by the fangs of the black devil but survived, the hunter who scared away the wolves with only three bows and arrows and a scimitar, or the warrior who tied up the sleeping bear with only a rope. , those who believe in it believe that miracles come from the gift of God Sa, while people like Cass will sneer at such bizarre stories. He believes that these stories are half true and half false, or at least exaggerated. In addition to legends recorded in scriptures, They were all recorded bragging contests.

It wasn't until today that he changed his mind.

The first person to discover blood stains was Wuerl. He let out a scream that was out of proportion to his short body. Cass heard the sound and rushed over. Wuerl pointed to the ground. The snow had buried the dead grass, and only short dead branches and branches were exposed. The sharp stone, an intermittent trail of blood that was gradually turning black, extended forward and disappeared after bypassing the visible stones.

"Is anyone injured?" Wool asked anxiously.

Cass's first thought was that someone was injured, but he soon realized that it was impossible: "With so much blood, both humans and beasts are dead."

The dying beast will find a hiding place to hide and not expose itself to the snow.

"Is that a man dragging a beast?" Wool felt a little relieved: "Why didn't he bleed it first?"

Cass frowned. He didn't understand why there was such a blood trail. Wouldn't it be easier to bleed the prey first and then take it away? Moreover, the traces seemed to be dragging a wild animal away, and he returned to Wool's original inference: "Maybe someone is really injured, let's go take a look."

Cass took Wool out for inspection, only to find that the traps set up had been destroyed. Wool cursed the cunning fox for taking away their prey, while Cass rearranged the trap. They were the few people in the village who knew how to hunt, holding the The bloodstains on the bloodletting knife at his waist were gradually disappearing around the corner of the rock. There was a lump of ashes lying under a rock not far away. It was leaning on the edge of the rock, glaring in the snow. Cass could clearly see that it was a wolf, and he clenched it warily. The bloodletting knife at the waist.

Wuer was shocked: "God bless you, could someone be attacked by a wolf?"

"Have you ever seen a wolf carry a man this far? Beasts don't waste their strength."

Even so, Cass was still a little worried. Seeing that the wolf was motionless, he said, "Get closer."

"It's too dangerous." Wuer frowned and hesitated.

"Maybe someone was actually hurt."

Cass took a few steps closer and saw that the wolf did not respond. He breathed a sigh of relief and laughed: "God bless you, this is a gift. The wolf is already dead."

"How are you sure?"

"He couldn't move, wolves aren't that nice, and he was bleeding."

Although this explained the blood stains on the ground, Cass had new doubts. Was it a larger beast that attacked the wolf and dragged his body here?
There were not many wild beasts with the habit of storing food. He immediately thought of tigers. If a tiger really came to settle in the mountains outside their village, all the men in the village would have to go up the mountain to drive them away. Moreover, they should leave here now, the sooner the better.

He looked around to make sure there was no trace of the huge beast in the white snow, and then he moved forward cautiously. Wuer followed behind him, more cautiously than him. It was a wolf with a bald tail, with dry hair, and the wolf's head was smashed to pieces. , no matter how you look at it, it is dead.

Wuer cheered and praised God Sa's reward. Cass relaxed his guard and said, "Let's move this beast back to the village. This is a rare prey. We don't have to trade with the refugees to get valuable wolf skins."

He leaned over to lift the wolf corpse onto his shoulders, and a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at him. Cass exclaimed: "Wool, there is a child here."

It was a tall, strong but weak child with a pale face. There were many claw marks and bite marks on his body. He was covered in wounds and blood seeped out of his fur coat. It turned out that there was a protruding rock here. The child hid under the rock and blocked it with a wolf corpse. In the rock crevice, his eyes could hardly open, but they were still staring at Cass. Maybe he had fallen asleep here...or maybe he was in a coma, and it was because of himself that he disturbed him.

Wool exclaimed: "It's a little homeless man."

Without Wuer's reminder, Cass saw the snowflake tattoo under the child's eyes.

"You are injured." Cass asked: "Your companions are going to find medicine for you?" But this is unlikely. There is no reason for the refugees to leave such a young and seriously injured child without care, and to take away the prey that they have hunted so hard. Put it on hold, not to mention it's not far from the village.

"This is...my...prey." The child replied, his mouth full of blood, it looked frightening, he was defending his prey, his tone was weak but stubborn.

Cass was surprised: "Did you kill this wolf?"

The child nodded feebly.

"Don't believe him, he is a liar, and refugees are all liars." Wuer shouted, "How old is he? Can he kill a wolf?"

"Shut up!" Cass yelled, "Did you see the claw marks and tooth marks on his body? Anyone with such wounds would have either killed a wolf or been bitten to death by a wolf."

"Or maybe someone rescued him, and he was so seriously injured that he could move the wolf so far? He should have passed out long ago."

"Then he has a companion." Cass stood up, "You want to attract revenge from the refugees?"

Wool was speechless.

Cass took off the wine bag and handed it to the pale child in the rock crevice: "Don't drink too much, I can't bear it."

Wuerl shouted: "You give the homeless people wine to drink!"

"I still have many things to ask him." Cass watched the child's face gradually turn red with the smell of alcohol, snatched back the wine bag, Gululu also took a few sips, sat in the snow and began to ask, "Your other Where is the companion?"

"No." The child gasped, "Our team was hunted and I escaped."

The nobles of the five major Badu, the Holy Mountain Guards, or any team may hunt these refugees. After all, the refugees are not allowed to believe in the Sa God, and are not protected by the laws of the Sa God, so the refugees must stay in groups and have enough Armed to protect themselves, the lone refugees will be slaughtered and robbed.

"So Erbas's team was hunted?" Cass was surprised, but also a little regretful. He liked Erbas very much as a refugee. Of course, the refugees did not deserve sympathy, but they were quite friendly, and their knife and scale transactions were fair. " I haven’t heard of any big shots coming around here lately.”

"I'm not from that team." The child replied, "I came from the west and walked for several days."

"Oh? How old are you?"

"Eight years old."

"Eight years old? You are very tall,... six feet tall?" Cass smiled with admiration, "But why do you want to provoke the wolf?"

"I've been hungry for several days and I plan to go to the village to steal something."

"It is a capital offense for refugees to enter the village."

"Every refugee is a capital crime that has not yet been executed."

Cass was speechless, then asked: "Then?"

"I saw that rabbit trap and I wanted to catch a rabbit."

"Did you destroy the trap we set?" Wool shouted, "It was you who stole my rabbit."

"You should collect debts from this wolf." The child pushed the wolf corpse. "The rabbit was in his mouth at that time. He stole your rabbit, and I robbed him."

"Are you going to kill a wolf for a rabbit?" Cass frowned.

"I originally just wanted to scare it and make it put down the rabbit and run away, but he rushed towards me. This beast was too hungry. The lone wolves are all old and sick, so he couldn't catch the rabbit in the trap. "The kid laughed, "I'm still young."

"You're too young, you haven't grown up at all." Cass muttered, "Then you're lying here. Even if it's an old wolf, you shouldn't mess with it, especially a hungry wolf."

"I'm hungrier than him," the child taunted, "someone has to be full."

"Where's my rabbit?" interrupted Wool, who only cared about the rabbit.

Following the child's squinting gaze, he saw a gray velvet stained with blood next to the rock, with only skin and bones left, like grape skins whose flesh had been sucked dry. It turned out that the blood around the child's mouth was not just wolf blood.

"You're going to eat him raw like this?" Wool covered his neck, feeling disgusted, and pulled Cass aside and whispered.

"This little lunatic is dying. He was seriously injured and bleeding so much. We can just take the wolf. The wolf skin is very valuable."

Cass glanced back at the child's hand and met his eyes. It was indeed a dying look. The child was seriously injured. He was no longer able to hunt in the snow. He didn't even have weapons on him. .

He shook his head, walked to the rock with his back to the child, stretched out his finger and drew a dagger on the snow.

"What are you doing?" Wool asked in surprise.

Cass shook his head and motioned for Wuerl to turn around and look away from the child.

The child hesitated for a long time, then drew a bright red line on the snow with his bloody fingers, and then pulled the wolf corpse to cover the rock wall. He didn't know whether he fell asleep or not.

Refugees cannot buy or sell, and according to the rules of knife and scale transactions, neither party can meet in person.

"You actually want to trade knives and scales with him? What can he give you?" On the way back to the village, Wuer could not help complaining, "He is a homeless man, we can just take the wolf away."

"Are you going to kill the kid?" Cass stopped and asked.

"I..." Wuer choked, "We don't need to take action..."

Maybe Wool could ignore the life and death of the refugees, but he couldn't kill people with his own hands.

"Then you'd better not think about taking the wolf away from him." Cass said: "That's his prey, and he will deal with you like a refugee."

"He's just a child! A severely injured child can't even stand up."

"He will really kill you." Cass recalled that when he turned around just now, he saw that the child was still holding a feldspar tightly in his right hand. It was no ordinary stone. The lower tip was pointed upward, like a stone awl. He held it tightly. When he was competing with the wolf for food, he didn't expect that the wolf would get angry and hurt people. He was ready to fight the wolf. He was only eight years old, and he had been hungry for so long, but he still killed him with his bare hands. Wolf. His eyes were tired, but he didn't relax or give up.

Anyone who wants to take away his things must be determined to kill him or be killed by him.

Cass adjusted his felt hat: "We encountered a story today. God Sa, he might become a legend."

He began to believe that those exaggerated stories and incredible legends might be true, that those different people, born warriors, did exist.

"We should let the story continue without sacrilege."

Cass returned to the village, carrying wound medicine, a bundle of firewood, three pieces of barley cakes, a few rags, and returned to the rock protrusion where the child was hiding. While the child was still hiding behind the wolf corpse, he would Place the trading items next to the wolf corpse and leave.

Half an hour later, Cass returned to the rock protrusion again. The medicine and firewood he prepared had not been taken away. According to the rules of the knife and scale transaction, the refugees were not satisfied with the items exchanged this time. This kid won't compromise easily even if he takes a breath. Cass can choose to take back the traded items, or add something. Are medicinal materials and cloth not enough? Cass thought for a moment, took off the bloodletting knife tied around his waist, placed it next to the firewood, and then drew a straight line to the left of the knife scale mark. Meaning, this is the highest price he can offer.

He ignored it. It was getting late and he should go home and sleep.

"This wolf skin was peeled in a mess, and there were too many wounds, which affected the price." Cass turned the wolf skin over to check, and couldn't help complaining. The child had picked off all the wolf meat for food, but had scratched too many furs.

"You should use a skinning knife instead of a bloodletting knife." He said. The boy looked a little brighter today, but he was still very tired. It seemed that the wound medicine was taking effect.

"What are your plans? Can you get your original team back?"

The child was hiding in the rock crevice and had difficulty moving. He did not nod or shake his head.

"You said you've been gone for several days. Even if you find your companions, the team should have dispersed." Cass thought for a while, "There are refugees in the village who trade knives and scales with us. Do you want to join them?"

"Is it a strong enough team?"

"You don't have a choice. A single refugee dies faster than a pheasant." Cass shook his head and sat down outside the rock protrusion. "I don't know your name yet."

"Wang Qi'le." The child replied.

"Your father's surname is Wang? Are you Han?"

"At least half of the men in the team may be my father." The child said with disdain, "But when they see the noble hunting team, they look more like grandchildren than me."

Cass is very clear about the situation of the refugees. Beautiful women are sometimes exclusive to the leaders, some are rewarded to outstanding warriors, and some are shared. They need new children to join to strengthen the team, but Cass is not sure. Will Bass take in the child?

"Spring is coming, and Erbas will come to trade swords and scales. Can you survive this winter?"

"We'll see." Wang Qile replied.

Cass would look for Wang Qile every time he went up the mountain. This kid had been hiding under the rock protrusion, using the fabrics he bought to sew the tattered leather jacket over and over again, but he was not always there. He was often missing, and he was often taken with him. Injured, Cass once saw him walking with a limp and sprained his feet. He was worried that he had not hunted food, so he brought him a few pieces of barley cakes and a small piece of mutton. Come back next time, there is a pile of colorful bird feathers in front of the rock.

"I don't accept charity." Wang Qile replied, "This is a bird feather I caught before. I want to exchange it for something."

"According to the commandments, we cannot trade with refugees." Cass replied, "That's why we need knives and scales."

"Then let me tell you my wish. I want a machete and a bow and arrow. This knife is too small."

Cass laughed loudly: "You may not understand the price of goods. A bad scimitar probably costs a piece of sheepskin. Bows and arrows are even more difficult. You have to go to a big place to find such delicate things. The closest thing is two I wouldn’t even ask the price in the city of Yello, which is a hundred miles away.”

"My wish comes true, and someone will help you realize your wish."

"How old are you?" Cass said with a smile, "You are a refugee. You can only say this when you are as tall as me."

Wang Qile seemed to be irritated. He roared: "You will regret it! What I said will definitely come true."

It would be great if his child had half the ambition or bravery. Cass thought, his child lacked determination and was not brave, and was not even willing to join the guard. Then he heard Wang Qile complain: "If there is a leader here, A bear would be fine, a bear would get me through the winter."

Forget it, God bless you, don’t give my child such courage, his life will be short.

"Killing an old wolf makes you think too highly of yourself. You can't even defeat a leopard. Your throat will be bitten off before you can even see it leap. As for a bear, it can take your brain out of its mouth with one slap. If you type it out quickly, you can still taste the taste of your own brain on your tongue. This opportunity only comes once in a lifetime. "

"I haven't fought before so I don't know who will win, but I know I still need a machete to have a chance of winning."

"You confuse the chance of winning with the meaning of death." Cass thought for a while, "You just have to wait until the winter is over. I won't get these bird feathers in vain."

He turned his back to Wang Qile, drew a scale on the ground, and left. The next day, he placed a hatchet next to the trading scale. It took him a whole morning to remove the rust spots on the knife, remove the handle, and replace it. Clamp wood and apply tung oil. When Wang Qile held the knife, his eyes shone.

■

The winter snow melted, and the mark of a dagger was carved on the stone pile ten miles east of the village. Wang Qile met Baker under the stone pile. Most of the refugees were carrying prey under the stone pile. They saw Wang Qile, but there was no need to ask. , the snowflake tattoo on his face already shows his identity. They were surprised but not surprised at the same time. Refugees need to form groups. It is not uncommon for refugees who have nowhere to turn to come to join forces after the team is defeated, but there are not many children like him.

Baker was the one who came forward to ask. He had the same curly hair as him, and was two years older than her, but half a head shorter. He stared at Wang Qile in surprise.

"You're so tall!" This was his first sentence.

Wang Qile looked at his waist with dissatisfaction. He was stroking his scimitar. A feeling of jealousy arose spontaneously. Wang Qile punched Baker on the cheek with a bang. Baker was dizzy. Several onlookers were stunned. The refugees were looking at the child and were amazed. They didn't expect that he would be violent and hurtful, and they had no time to dissuade him.

"Only warriors can have scimitars, you are just a child." Wang Qile threw Baker down, pinned him down, and grabbed the scimitar from his waist, "Give me the scimitar!"

Baker held the knife tightly with his right hand, turned his left elbow, and hit Wang Qile's face with a heavy force, no less than that of an adult. Wang Qile's vision went dark. Baker bent his knees and flipped Wang Qile over, riding on Wang Qile's body. He swung his fists like a rainstorm, hitting this ignorant boy hard on the head and face: "You are a fucking child."

Wang Qile had two lower front teeth knocked out, and he bit Baker's wrist. Baker flinched in pain. He might have relaxed, thinking that he had been taught enough lessons. Wang Qile seized the opportunity. Although he was young, he was taller and grabbed him. He bent Baker's knees and forcibly twisted him up. The two of them fell into a struggle on the ground, attracting other refugees to watch. Baker suddenly lowered his body and pounced on Wang Qile. Wang Qile couldn't understand that it was a throw, so he stretched out his legs to kick. Baker hugged him with both hands and bent his knees, and there was a heavy blow. Fortunately, he could nod his head and arched his shoulders. His shoulder landed first, but it was still painful. Got dizzy for a while.

Baker stepped on his chest and shouted: "Who is the child now?"

"Kill me, or I'll kill you sooner or later." Wang Qile scolded.

"Are you here specifically to die?" Seeing that he had already suppressed his opponent, Baker sneered, "Refugees don't just kill refugees."

"Then you will be killed by others sooner or later." Wang Qile laughed, "You are indeed a child."

Baker was furious and kicked Wang Qile hard in the lower abdomen. Wang Qile hugged his lower abdomen and rolled around in pain, screaming and cursing.

"Have you had enough trouble?" A middle-aged man walked out of the refugee group, about forty years old, with brown pupils, his hair neatly tied into four thick braids, strong muscles, the scimitar at his waist was polished brightly, and his boots were There were sharp spurs, and although his leather jacket was worn, there were no signs of mending.

"where are you from?"

"I'm from the south." Wang Qile was too painful to stand up, but he knew that this person must be Erbas, the leader of this team.

"Which book is the true scripture?"

“Yanavata lights the candles, and Tengas guides the way.”

"How old are you?" Erbas asked.

"Eight years old."

The surrounding refugees exclaimed: "He is so tall." "I thought he was at least twelve years old." "He is half a foot taller than Baker."

Erbas bent down, raised Wang Qile's head, and looked into his eyes. Wang Qile was panting, but his eyes were not averted, and the two just looked at each other.

"Except for our own children, we will not confiscate children with second teeth."

"I am already a warrior!" Wang Qile shouted, "I have killed wolves!"

Wang Qile pulled open the torn leather jacket, and there were still claw marks and bite marks remaining on his body.

"Erbas's team does not raise other people's children." Erbas said firmly, "If you can live to grow all your teeth, I will let you join the team."

The people around him sighed, seeming to regret that the child could not join.

"Send your soldiers to challenge me." Wang Qile still did not give up.

"You have already lost, to our youngest warrior." Erbas stood up and shouted, "Let's go!"

Wang Qile had endured it for half the winter, and was so angry that he almost cried. Holding back his tears, he got up and picked up a wild goose from under the pile of rocks, as if it was a matter of course.

"That's our prey." Someone shouted.

Wang Qile glared at him so viciously that the man was startled.

"Give it to him," Erbas shouted, "or are you going to go up and cut his throat?"

After all, he is a child, and he is also a refugee. Refugees all know what they will do to satisfy their hunger.

"This is your gift. You are not allowed to step into our tent in the future." Erbas said.

Wang Qile did not leave. He had nowhere to go. Refugees were prohibited from entering the village, and not every citizen was as friendly as Cass. He followed Erbas's team at a distance. There were about seventy or eighty people in this team. They returned to their camp with their equipment. They would not be too far away today, and they would have to collect the knife and scale transaction early tomorrow morning. The medicines, grains, wine and iron tools obtained in exchange were not given to the prey for free.

When night fell, he saw a huge campfire in the distance. He built a small fire and roasted the remaining wild geese on his hands. He made fire and followed animal tracks. These are essential skills for homeless people. He started to learn them when he was five years old. to help start the fire. Refugees do not have a good life. They have to do some work of every kind. Of course, soldiers can do less work. The best warrior or the leader of the team is the one who gives orders.

This goose can probably last for three days. Wang Qile doesn't expect to be lucky in the snow again. Without Cass's help, he won't be able to survive the second half of the winter, and it may take another five winters to grow all the teeth. Maybe it will Hurry up, he has always matured precociously and is taller than other kids his age.

The fire he made was so small that when he spotted Baker, he was already very close, and Wang Qile immediately became alert.

"You don't have to be afraid, I'm here to comfort you."

"comfort?"

Baker sat in front of him: "No one younger than me has ever made me fall into a hard battle. What's your name?"

"Wang Qile."

"Han nationality? My name is Baker, and I'm from Walter."

"Refugees were born on the grasslands and have no hometown." Wang Qile corrected him. The refugees are either exiled nobles, felons who bought their lives with money, or they are children of refugees. After being tattooed with ice crystals, they are not even allowed to raise their heads to look up to God.

"You actually fought very well. I'm already a warrior." Baker said proudly, "I have a machete. I go forward when hunting, and I'm also on the front line when fighting. But you are just a child, and you fought very well today. Fierce enough, but not very skillful.”

"I am also a warrior. I have killed wolves."

"Use your hatchet?" Baker didn't believe it.

"Use stones and teeth." Wang Qile wanted to say that Cass in the village could prove it, but he didn't want to trouble Cass. The people didn't want to deal with the refugees. The refugees would abduct their women, sometimes with knives, sometimes with sweet words, and fall into the refugee group. The girls in it will also be stabbed with ice crystals and become refugees. Eight out of ten of them will regret it for the rest of their lives, one will commit suicide, and the other will be killed. If she is a virgin, she may become a saint.

"Have you never learned martial arts? No one taught you?" Baker asked.

"No, I just watched others beat me."

"You should learn martial arts." Baker replied proudly, "I can teach you."

"You want me to call you teacher?" Wang Qile was dissatisfied, "Get out! I won't salute anyone."

Baker shrugged: "You have a worse temper than me. We are all refugees, and refugees must help each other."

"Why didn't you tell Erbas?"

"It's hard for you to live with that hatchet," Baker said. "What are you going to do?"

"I will live well, you don't have to worry."

"I hope I can see you again." Baker said this sincerely, and then left.

Wang Qile lay on his back, looking at the stars, and remembered what the refugees often said: The sky is so big, the grassland is so vast, and the end of the earth is endless, but the refugees are like standing on the tip of a needle.

There is not even land as big as the head of a pin.

Wang Qile has been following the team. During the day, he followed the team at a distance. Sometimes he was thrown away, and sometimes he was too far away, and Wang Qile followed the horse shit to catch up. When the team was hunting, he hunted the prey that escaped, but rarely gained anything, so he could only look for scraps at the camp the night before. The food for the refugees was often tight, but there was always some scraps of meat on the bones and a little bit of vegetable scraps. Yes, he had eaten the filth that had been vomited on the ground. After being dried by the cold wind overnight, it was unexpectedly hard to swallow. The biggest surprise was that one time I found a large piece of dried mutton, which was a foot square. This was enough for him to eat for two days, and he wondered what fool would leave such a large piece of meat behind.

Occasionally, there would be useful things left in the camp, including unburned firewood and leftover scraps of cloth. He would stuff them all into his leather jacket. He also picked up a bone needle, which was a big help. , he could patch up the scattered animal skins for his worn leather jacket. It was inconvenient to hide everything in the leather jacket. He planned to collect enough fabric in the future and sew a big piece of cloth to store his belongings.

Half a month later, Erbas led the team to a mountain, which seemed to be the place where they had been stationed before. The refugees had no fixed residence, but they also needed a temporary station. They would survey the terrain and set up tents near water sources. They hunted nearby to obtain the furs and prey needed for the knife and scale trade. They also farmed, but they only planted fast-growing crops, such as cucumbers. It only took more than a month to harvest after sowing. How long did they stay? It varies, usually from one month to several months, and then wanders off to another camp.

When he saw women spreading seeds around, Wang Qile knew that they would stay here for at least a month.

But this also means that he has no advantage to take advantage of before. He has to try his best to survive and learn more hunting skills. He observes how other refugees hunt and how to set traps. He sets up a fire farther away to keep warm for the night. , far away from Erbas's team.

"You plan to continue to follow." He saw Baker again and wanted to lose his temper, but when he saw Baker holding half a roast goose in his hand, he held back his temper. Baker handed the goose to him, and he swatted away the other's kind words. arm.

"What do you want to change?"

"give you."

"I don't accept gifts, I know how to hunt." Even if he is hungry, he is unwilling to accept charity. The refugees are already humble enough, and there is no need to be a beggar among the refugees. At least you have to keep your backbone. This is the teaching of his mother.

"Have you eaten the dried mutton I left?" Baker chuckled. "Do refugees leave food behind? You are such a child."

Wang Qile was embarrassed and angry: "That was abandoned meat. I just picked it up, not charity."

"We're going to break camp tomorrow. They bet before that you wouldn't be able to make it to camp. Then they bet that you wouldn't be able to make it to break camp. Now they're betting on how long you can stay with us. I said you can stay with us until you have your second set of teeth." He looked at Wang Qile and said, "You have lost a lot of weight."

"Let's have another fair competition and bet on this wild goose." He was still staring at the half-familiar wild goose, and his saliva was almost dripping.

"You fight with me, no matter you win or lose, I will give you wild goose."

Wang Qile couldn't help but let out a sigh.

"No one wants to fight with me. They don't want to lose to the youngest fighter, who is younger than me and can't beat me. You are just the right person to try out my new kung fu...ah!" Wang Qile didn't wait for him to say. By the time he finished speaking, he had already tripped him up. He didn't make any sense. Winning was the most important thing. He mounted on Baker and unleashed a fist like the wind.

"Fuck your mother, you attacked me secretly." Baker yelled, protecting his head with both hands, and hitting Wang Qile's back with his knee...

Half an hour later, the two of them were lying on the ground, panting. It was difficult to tell the winner. In fact, Wang Qile was always at a disadvantage. He received twice as many punches and kicks as Baker, but he refused to admit defeat. , and if Baker claimed victory, he would continue to fight. Baker said he was acting rogue.

"If you don't learn martial arts, all you can do is use brute force. Your previous team didn't teach you martial arts?"

"I've learned a little bit." This was the first time he told Baker about himself. "It's too late to learn more."

Baker jumped up and said, "Wait for me." He ran back to the tribe. After a long time, he brought back a few pieces of cloth and a few wooden frames. Wang Qile recognized them as small tents at a glance.

"This is a woman's tent!" Wang Qile was furious, "You want to insult me ​​again?"

"A woman just died in the team." Baker explained, "You can't always find a place to sleep, or do you want to sleep in a military tent or a big tent? You don't have a horse, how can you carry such a big tent? "

The small tent is also called the women's tent, and there are many more unpleasant names. It is so small that it can only allow two people to sleep side by side. This is the tent where refugee women live, but it is not just that simple. Beautiful women are often monopolized by chiefs or warriors. , they may live in individual tents, and some are even spacious enough to be decorated with animal teeth, but those who live in such small tents must be women who have no one to take care of them. They welcome other men at any time, although each team The rules and attitudes towards these women are different, but women who live in women's tents usually have the lowest status in the refugee ranks.

Although it was embarrassing, Baker was right. He couldn't carry a heavier tent now. To be honest, having a tent was very important.

When Baker saw him, he remained silent and said, "Your load has increased, so you have to keep up with the team."

Wang Qile followed the team as they crossed the grassland and entered the mountains and forests in search of more prey. Wang Qile always stayed away from the team, picking up things they missed, licking the bones they left, and drinking the soup they left at the bottom of the pot. , follow the footsteps of the horse hooves to the next station.

Baker would occasionally come to him for a fight and would bring precious food. Wang Qile would always be at a disadvantage, but he would never admit defeat, and he would imitate Baker's kung fu to deal with Baker.

One year has passed in a blink of an eye, and winter is about to begin.

"No need to bring me food next time." Wang Qile chewed rabbit meat. He has grown a little taller in the past six months, "I want cloth or fur."

He has gradually learned to hunt, and will die faster without adequate protection from the cold in the winter than with food.

"Fabrics and furs are very expensive." Baker looked embarrassed, "This is a bit difficult..."

But Baker still got a few sheepskins, which still smelled fishy.

"You have to return it to me. Don't lose it. They said that after spring, the knife and scale trade will be used to exchange for medicinal materials and iron tools. We are short of iron tools."

Wang Qile has never forgotten the heavy snowfall. Although he had already found hidden rocks and prepared food and firewood before the snow fell, the snow was unexpectedly violent and the sudden drop in temperature still made him shiver with cold. Water soaked into the dilapidated tent and extinguished the only fire. When he was about to faint from the cold, he suddenly felt that his body began to heat up and he wanted to take off his clothes.

When he opened his eyes, the snow stopped, and he saw Baker wearing a cotton-padded jacket, the tent had been set up again, there was firelight in front of him, and he was covered with a heavy blanket.

"I bet you can survive this snowstorm." Baker's teeth were chattering. "If you can still move, go find firewood."

After the snowstorm passed, Wang Qile took the initiative to ask: "Do you know the words?"

Baker was stunned and asked, "How about recognizing him a little bit?"

"I have a book, but I don't recognize many words." Wang Qile opened his leather jacket. He had collected this book for a long time. Fortunately, it was not soaked by the snow. He handed the book to Baker.

"What kind of book is this?" Baker flipped through it. The book had no title and was covered with sheepskin. There were several human portraits in the book, as well as many lines and Chinese characters.

"It's written in Chinese characters? Is this the martial arts of the Han people? How could you have it?"

"My mother gave it to me. She said it was a kung fu passed down from her ancestors." Wang Qile hesitated, thought for a while, and said directly, "My grandfather used to be a nobleman of Nabu Batu. He entered the priest's house and was in charge of many books. He was He read this book before he was exiled. He secretly wrote it down and gave it to my mother after he became a refugee. "

"From the Priesthood." Baker, like Wang Qile, has been a refugee since he was a child. He knows very little about hunting, survival, and things other than teachings. "There are many martial arts skills in blind people, but ours are better. They have iron. We have swords. If you want to learn the martial arts from this book, you might as well let me teach you how to use swords."

"I have never told anyone about this." Wang Qile said, "My mother said that when she wanted to send me away, she only asked me to take this book with me. She said that wisdom is hidden in all books, and refugees do not have wisdom. , refugees are just savages.”

"Have you been sent away?" Baker was surprised. Some women did not want their children to become refugees and suffer. Before getting a snowflake tattoo, they would steal the child and send it to a nearby village to abandon it. They would also pray to the Sa god to make the child She was adopted, but obviously Wang Qile's mother failed, so the treatment she would receive in the future would definitely not be good.

This is definitely a disgraceful deed for the refugees, but Wang Qile said it, which means that Wang Qile has regarded him as a friend. Thinking of this, Baker couldn't help but smile: "There are people in the team who can read, let me help you read. "

"You saved me, let's learn together." Wang Qile said, "If there is really wisdom hidden in this."

Baker deciphered the words one by one. If he couldn't recognize them, he would memorize them and go back to the team to ask people.

"They haven't seen you for a long time. When they found out you were still alive, God Sa, you really should have seen their expressions at that time. Some people suspected that you were a ghost." After winter, Baker came to see Wang Qile again and laughed at the team. those people.

After Wang Qile continued to follow the team, after that snowy night, he would accept all the food sent by Baker. They would learn the martial arts in the book together and fight constantly, but with more chatting, Baker would talk about things in the team. . Wang Qile became more and more adept at hunting, and also learned a simple method of making bows and arrows from Baker. However, the materials were too difficult to collect, and he had no prey that could be traded with knives and scales. He saved some rabbit fur and even caught a rabbit. A fox, he gave these to Baker.

"I feel like my body has become lighter recently, and my sword strikes are stronger and faster," Baker said. "Should we give this martial art a name?"

"Name?" Wang Qile really never thought about naming the martial arts. This book must have the original name, but it was not recorded on the book cover. After all, it was just a manuscript. He later figured out that the one he had never seen before was because of the crime. The reason why the exiled grandfather specially copied this martial arts book in the priest's court must be because this book was extraordinary.

They racked their brains but couldn't think of a good name, and finally Baker suggested: "My name is Baker, your name is Wang Qile, and this martial art is called Bei Wang Gong?"

"Why should I be at the back?" Wang Qile said with a sullen face, "I should be called Wang Beigong no matter what."

"Because I'm older than you."

"Unless you beat me."

"I beat you many times, no, every time, because you refused to admit defeat." Baker said dissatisfied, "You won't admit defeat even if I beat you to death."

"Then you have to admit defeat." Wang Qile retorted, "When you encounter an enemy you can't defeat, you have no choice but to admit defeat, otherwise you will be killed."

"Okay! Then let's each use our own names. I'll call him my Bei Gong, and you can call me whatever you like."

"Then I will call it Qi Le Gong. Let's see who can spread the name of this martial art on the grassland in the future." Wang Qile refused to give in.

In the past two years, Baker has grown extremely fast, even as tall as Wang Qile, and Wang Qile has become proficient in all hunting methods. He has become a young hunter who is good at setting traps and catching wild animals. He no longer lacks food and has accumulated several Zhang Sheepskin, they spent another winter safely.

They met another group of refugees. Erbas refused the other party's request to merge the team. The two parties made an exchange without competing for territory. The other group of homeless people left.

"I thought you would go with them." Baker looked very happy when he came to see Wang Qile again. "There are sixty or seventy people in their team. Erbas exchanged food for women. Maybe their team will take you in. Have you asked them?" ?"

"No." Wang Qile shook his head, "I didn't ask them."

"I thought I would lose you as a friend, which was a bit sad." Baker said, "But I made a bet with others that you would stay, and I won this..."

He stretched out his hand, but there was nothing on it. Wang Qile looked carefully and saw a line.

"This is a bowstring." Baker smiled. "You can get a bow later."

Wang Qile was overjoyed. He took the bowstring and looked at it repeatedly in the sun. Such a thin silk thread was not as fragile as wool or hemp. It was very tough and could collapse very tightly.

"You have to figure out how to bow by yourself. You can use sharpened branches, but they should be straight and sharp." He suddenly remembered something and looked at Wang Qile suspiciously: "You didn't quarrel with me? You didn't say you didn't accept charity. ?”

"You said you were my friend. It's okay for me to accept anything from you or give you anything." Wang Qile laughed and patted Baker's shoulder hard.

"I rarely see you smile." Baker also laughed, "We are friends now."

It was summer, the sun was shining brightly and the sun was very warm.

It was the afternoon of the following year. Wang Qile had been following the team for three years. He was sharpening the hatchet by the river. The knife was no longer useful. The handle was reinforced with cloth strips several times and the blade was curled. No matter how hard it was sharpened, it remained Not sharp. Wang Qile untied the wooden bow on his back and filled a skin bag of water. One of the three iron clusters he finally exchanged for the fur was missing, which made him very upset.

"Let me tell you... I am already a man." Baker smiled shyly and proudly, embarrassed and eager to show off.

Wang Qile raised his head and widened his eyes.

"I won the bet again. I defeated strong warriors. They said I have grown up." Baker smiled proudly, "I have been in the women's tent and I am a real man."

"How do you feel?" He spat, his eyes shining. He had rarely seen women up close. He occasionally saw women who were pounding their clothes by the river. They were all elderly. He remembered that he had seen a young girl with a slim waist and tanned skin. He thought she was pretty, but when he was about to approach, the girl screamed in horror.

At that time, he felt something strange about himself. There was an indescribable reaction in his body, and he felt hot and uneasy. That night, he slept very restlessly.

Baker shared with Wang Qile his happiness in the tent in detail. He described the woman as very tempting and described how delicate and soft the skin of the woman was when touching her. Wang Qile's eyes were dazed and he was thinking wildly. Finally, Baker summed it up in one sentence: "You'll understand when you grow up."

Wang Qile swung his elbow, and Baker easily dodged it. He was used to Wang Qile's sneak attacks.

"I've never even touched a woman." Wang Qile complained.

"I don't think you need to grow a second tooth." Baker said seriously, "You can join us. You can defeat the warriors except me."

"You have never defeated me." Wang Qile still insisted, "I have never lost to you."

"Then you should give it a try." Baker said, "Now everyone thinks you won't die, and the team is betting on when you will join us. As long as you become a warrior, you will have a machete, and you should also be able to get a bow and arrow. ”

Join the team? Wang Qile thought that he could actually live without joining the refugees, but being a homeless refugee was dangerous, and he wanted a woman. If the refugee didn't join the team, he would have to snatch a woman... which would lead to pursuit by the village. ...I don’t even have a horse, so I definitely can’t escape.

"Okay." He nodded.

When Baker took him to the team camp, Wang Qile felt his heart beat faster. He was afraid of not those strong men with scimitars, but a handful of them. There were only about a dozen women, among whom there were children of seven or eight years old, two There were teenage girls and women with flat breasts, their skin looked like sun-dried Ringo. Wang Qile guessed that she was the girl who slept with Baker last night. There was a girl about thirteen or fourteen years old, with a childish face and He took one look at the newly plump breasts and his face felt hot.

"Are you a child who sleeps in a girl's tent?" Someone laughed at him, "Did you bring your tent in to make a living?"

Wang Qile glanced at the man coldly. He was a young man in his twenties, and then followed Baker directly to the tent to meet Erbas. He looked much older than three years ago and had more white hair.

"Do you have all your teeth?" Erbas asked.

"Don't say it with your mouth if you can say it with a knife." Wang Qile raised the old hatchet, drawing bursts of laughter. The little girl who was watching the fun outside the tent also covered her mouth and laughed.

"Let me help you choose an opponent." Erbas thought deeply.

"Do you dare to accept the challenge?" Wang Qile pointed to the young man who laughed at his tent before, "Do you dare to accept the challenge like a warrior?"

"Joshua, he challenges you." Erbas looked at the young man.

The young man named Joshua walked out awkwardly, with disdain on his face. He saluted Erbas respectfully: "Father, he is just a child with missing teeth."

"I'll knock your teeth out and swallow them to become mine."

He really did what he said. He knocked out two of Yosha's molars. When Yosha fell to the ground wailing, he found the two bloody teeth and swallowed them in front of everyone.

"Now I have more teeth than you." Wang Qile laughed, and he saw Baker laughing too.

Perhaps because his son had lost face, Erbas said with a sullen face, "You are now a member of Erbas' team."

Baker led Wang Qile to explain the rules of the team, but Wang Qile didn't pay attention. He searched for the little girl in the crowd, and was eager to know who the woman who slept with Baker last night was. He walked in the camp and only saw a women's tent. He stared intently at the women's tent. When the tent door opened, it was the old woman with flat breasts.

"Is that the woman you're sleeping with?" Wang Qile laughed heartily. "You said her skin feels as smooth and tender as egg yolk? She must be fifty."

"She's only in her forties!" Baker explained in embarrassment, and then laughed at Wang Qile, "She won't be fifty until you fall asleep with her."

"Fart! I won't sleep with grandma."

Baker looked like he was watching a good show: "That's not necessarily true. You won't know until you grow up." ※

Wang Qile threw down the two fangs and walked out of the women's tent. He was not as excited as expected. He even felt that he did something he didn't want to do just to prove that he was a man. He didn't know anything. He was Tao Si. Teaching him bit by bit, it felt like practicing sword skills, which was not at all as wonderful as Baker described it.

"Fortunately, Miss Taos is not fifty yet." Baker gloated, "I said you have to sleep with her sooner or later, otherwise?"

Women are very rare among the refugees. If you raise too many women, there will not be enough food to distribute. If you have too many women, you will not be able to increase the number of people. And beautiful women will be rewarded to outstanding warriors. It has been three years since Wang Qile joined the team. He looks tall. He was taller, almost half a head taller than everyone else. He felt that he and Baker were the best warriors in the team. They had repeatedly shot ferocious beasts during hunting and won in competitions, but Erbas obviously did not Thinking so, they said they were too young, they were not assigned women, and there was only one female tent in the team.

"I don't think Taosi is qualified to call her a girl. She can almost be called a grandma."

"She has a bad temper recently, don't let her hear it."

"I will never go to the women's tent again." Wang Qile picked out the gravel from the soles of his leather boots with a machete. His machete was old, it was old from the beginning, and it became even more worn after three years of use. He shared a tent with Baker, Ta Fu, and Huang Hess, a Han Chinese. He suddenly said, "Erbas should not have brought Qiongjie into the tent."

He always thought that he could be rewarded by Qiong Jie. When he first joined the team, he often talked to Qiong Jie. Qiong Jie was two years older than him and sometimes looked at him like a younger brother, but who cares about his age? He had just fucked a woman who could soon be his grandmother, but Erbas recruited Qiongjie into the tent after discovering that she was menstruating.

"Erbas has the power to assign every woman, and Qiongjie is not his wife. She just gives birth to children for Erbas."

"How many years has it been since Erbas had a child?" Wang Qile sneered, "The youngest Hass is already fifteen years old."

"If Erbas doesn't give birth, Joshua will follow. Qiongjie is still very young."

"Young girls should be given to brave warriors, like you and me."

Baker was noncommittal. He patted the wine bag on his waist and said, "Celebrate your becoming a man."

They took turns to drink a few sips of wine, but they couldn't get drunk. The wine was too little, so they had to take advantage of being tipsy, lying on their backs and looking at the stars to pretend to be dizzy.

"Some people say that the stars are the eyes of the God of Sasha," Baker said. "He is watching us from the sky. God of Sasha looks everywhere, except for the blind and the homeless."

"The scriptures say that it was the remaining light from God Sa when he created the world, not an eye. Besides, why did the priest and Arien deprive us of our faith? Why don't we believe in Sa God?"

"This is a punishment for being a refugee, but the faith remains unwavering."

"Bah, if I were the god Sa Si, I could look at whoever I wanted. It's Sa Si and Arien's turn to decide for me?"

"Wang Qile, you are blasphemy."

"Whatever is not written in the scriptures is not a commandment. God Sa will not be so careful."

"You are blasphemous again."

Wang Qile raised his upper body: "My mother has lived in Walter Batu for several years. She told me that there are shops in Batu, with various fruits, delicious food and beautiful clothes. They can drink wine at any time until She was dragged out of the house, stabbed with snowflakes, and thrown into the wilderness, and those things disappeared. The sky is so big, the grassland is so vast, and there is no end in sight, but the refugee is like standing on the tip of a needle. "

"If you don't want to be a refugee, then become a slave. If your master is willing, you can join the slave camp. I have heard of beasts doing this. They collected a lot of animal skins for their masters and asked the master to take them to the slave camp. Go and then come back to kill us."

"I won't take orders from anyone."

"Listen to Erbas."

"Temporarily, like an eagle folding its wings."

Baker frowned, raised his head and looked around to make sure no one else was eavesdropping: "What do you want to do?"

"Didn't you notice?" Wang Qile said, "We are getting older and older. I don't mean that Erbas is old. He is really old. I am talking about our team. Taosi is already fifty, but we are still The only female accountant, we have almost no new soldiers, and there are too few young people.”

"After the death of his two sons, Erbas doesn't like injuries. He only walks around in safe places." Baker answered with some hesitation and a guilty conscience.

"Who likes harm? Everyone is my brother and family, but...see clearly, we are declining. Erbas is still monopolizing young women, is he worthy?" He stared at Baker, hoping to get recognition. .

Baker was silent, and after a long time, he said, "Erbas said that Xi'er will marry me after she gets her period."

"That dry woman?"

Xi'er is the youngest daughter of Erbas, who has just turned twelve years old. Erbas gave birth to five sons and three daughters, but only three sons and one daughter survived. The others died due to various reasons.

Wang Qile understood what Baker meant. He would become Erbas's family from now on. Silence gradually filled the air, and no one spoke.

"Want to fight?" Wang Qile suddenly asked.

"You refuse to admit it every time you lose." Baker stood up.

"When you encounter someone you can't win, you have to admit defeat, otherwise you will be killed." Wang Qile also stood up.

"You learned all your sword skills from me."

"So I will be better than you."

Just like before, Wang Qile did not have the upper hand, but he never gave up. Even if Baker threatened to break his arm, Wang Qile would never let go, and Baker had no choice but to let go. Wang Qile was lying on the ground panting. Baker put his hands on his thighs, bent over and panting: "I will propose to Erbas. We need manpower to take in other refugees, or merge with other refugee teams."

In summer, the wild grass blows in the wind, and foxes wait in the dark to hunt hares.

"We are Erbas' team, who are you?" Wang Qile shouted loudly as he rode forward, while Baker followed him on guard. When they were camping in the oasis, they saw another group of refugees.

"We are Green's team." The rider in the distance responded. After a while, the other party shouted loudly, "Please come out and speak, your leader."

Wang Qile turned around, Erbas nodded, Wang Qile shouted, and he and Baker rode out together, leading the two long dragons forward, running towards each other, and at the same time they let out war roars and sharp whistles to increase the momentum.

When the two teams were about to come into contact, Wang Qile turned his horse's head and circled to the left. They formed a circle and circled around the invisible center. This was a greeting to show their riding skills, morale, numbers, and training. The refugees would not attack easily. Refugees, but refugees need to gather to protect themselves. When a weak refugee team encounters a stronger team, they may turn to the other team.

Green's team also ran towards them, circling in the opposite direction around Wang Qile's team. There seemed to be more people on that side, and the war cry was louder.

Wang Qile was not to be outdone. He had never been one to show weakness. He raised his inner strength and roared to the sky. Baker also echoed the roar. The roars of these two people were almost as loud as those of ten people.

They galloped for less than a quarter of an hour, and Baker slowed down the horse. He didn't want the horse to be too tired in such a pretentious behavior. After that, the riders on both sides returned to their respective teams.

Green's team has about a hundred people, about thirty more than Wang Qile's team. Wang Qile and Baker stood at the front of the team guarding Erbas, but the first thing he noticed was not the thick eyebrows, big eyes, and bulging eyes. Instead of loose-haired Greene, they tied up several women with ropes who didn't have snowflake tattoos on the corners of their eyes.

"Be careful." Baker whispered, "They are bandits and wanderers who will rob caravans and villages. They are very dangerous."

"Who is your leader?" Green led four guards and rode forward. They were ten feet away from each other. He pointed at the team with a riding crop and shouted, "My name is Green. We have a lot of things. Do you have anything you want to exchange?" ?”

Erbas spurred his horse forward and responded loudly: "I am Erbas. Do you have iron, knives, bows and arrows?"

"There are many! We have just taken revenge on the tribe that insulted our honor. We are not short of iron weapons, knives, bows and arrows. We even have many women."

Wang Qile looked at these weak and helpless women. The girls who grew up in the tribe have whiter and softer skin. I heard that there are fat women in Badu. Oh...I have never seen this in the grassland. A woman can be called fat. All the women in the team are thin. The only difference is wheat straw and wheat seedlings.

"Erbas, we have nothing to exchange." Baker reminded Erbas, "Our first hunting has not started yet, we don't have enough food, and we haven't traded knives and scales. Iron tools, bows and arrows, furs, and wound medicine are all gone." There’s not much left.”

"I understand." Erbas pondered, "So I want to see what Green has in his team. Our iron tools and bows and arrows are no longer enough. Wang Qile, your scimitar is older than you."

"If we don't increase the harvest, there won't be new scimitars." Wang Qile replied. The team is getting old, and this year's harvest is not as good as last year. The embarrassment of the refugees is that it is difficult to control the number of people in the team. If there are fewer people, there will be less food. If there are more people, there will not be enough food.

"Do you want to win one for yourself?" Erbas asked, "This is your great opportunity. If you are willing, I will make a bet with Green. Baker's favorite bet."

"A bet?" Baker frowned, and Wang Qile was also puzzled. Erbas never engaged in bets, and he was always careful about getting hurt.

"Wang Qile, can you win a machete for yourself?"

Wang Qile laughed loudly: "I can win ten bows and arrows."

"Don't win too quickly." Baker was very confident in his brothers. "Only a narrow win will make them gamble again."

"We bet on a machete. We don't need to be reminded that our warriors will not show mercy."

"You sent soldiers instead of prisoners?" This time it was Green who looked confused, "That's not fair."

"I have no prisoners. You can also send soldiers, or you can send as many prisoners as you want."

"Erbas!" Baker was surprised, feeling that Erbas was too trusting. Wang Qile turned around, and Erbas asked questioningly, "Are you okay?"

"Whoever wins can take away the scimitar in my hand!" Wang Qile was unwilling to admit defeat, just a few prisoners.

"I still have five prisoners. Bring weapons to them." Green ordered. "If you win, I will let you go."

Baker swallowed and looked worried. Wang Qile raised his machete. He knew that Baker's worries were unnecessary. Everyone thought he had never killed anyone, but in fact... He held up the knife and thought of their team six years ago. Being hunted by an unknown army, he looked for his mother amidst the sound of horse hooves and screams. A soldier stabbed his mother in the stomach with a spear, and he stood by and watched. His mother clutched the spear tightly and shouted to him to run away, but he did not run away. Instead, he picked up the knife on the ground and stabbed the soldier in the stomach while her mother grabbed the spear. Then he ran away decisively without looking back.

The five men gathered together. What could a prisoner without protective gear and no martial arts skills do with the scimitar in his hand? He could get rid of these five people very quickly, but he remembered Baker's instructions. He dodged thrillingly and fought back with difficulty. After a "fierce battle" that consumed a lot of energy, he had two painless wounds on his body. The wound cuts the throat of the last person.

After the victory, he couldn't help but look at Green panting. Green was very dissatisfied with the victory. He felt that he almost could win.

"You can send someone to win back your weapons, I won't change people." Erbas said with a smile, "But if you lose, you have to hand over three bags of food."

This was planned, and three bags of grain would be very helpful to them. He even felt that they should raise the stakes.

"Or you can send two people to bet six bags of grain, and you can send up to three warriors to bet nine bags of grain."

Baker couldn't help but exclaimed: "Erbas! This is too dangerous!"

Erbas waved his hand to stop Baker: "Green, you still have to admit defeat."

"Five!" Wang Qile shouted, "I want a woman! Five people beat me up, do you dare?"

"No way!" Baker rushed forward, "Two against five."

"Baker! You go back, I want to win a woman." Wang Qile laughed, like an extremely confident madman. Green's face was livid, and everyone was looking at him, as if he was a madman.

"It's better to fuck the donkey than die here, you're a fool!" Baker spurred his horse forward, and Erbas pulled his rope, with a livid face, "Do you want Wang Qile to be embarrassed? Or do you want him to admit defeat?"

Baker shouted, "He can't hit five people."

"That was a challenge he issued himself, and only Green can decide whether to accept it."

Green patted his thigh lightly. He couldn't figure out the reality of the young man in front of him. Wang Qile's tall figure and weathered face made him look much older than he looked, and the other party's reaction was even more... Weird, why do the people around the leader rebel against the leader? This seems to be a trap. Could it be that this young man's martial arts skills are much higher than he thought?

"I'll send three people to fight you." Green gave the order.

"This way I don't have a woman." Wang Qile was dissatisfied.

"Six bags of grain can be exchanged for one woman. You can ask for three bags of grain to be exchanged for any woman." After Green said this, he turned around and shouted loudly, "Who wants to challenge this boy?"

"I'll do it!" "Me!" After shouting several times, Green ordered three people to come forward. Before Green could give the order, Wang Qile suddenly rushed forward, turned his scimitar in his hand, and slashed one of them hard on the waist. , the man bent down and knelt on the ground, Wang Qile had already pounced on the second man.

"Sneak attack!" "Fool of a bitch!" "Kuta!" The shouts and curses suddenly sounded. Even Erbas was dumbfounded. Only Baker clapped his hands and applauded.

The first one fell, Wang Qile took the advantage, and executed a series of quick knives, forcing the second person to take a step back to catch the attack. Wang Qile held the knife in both hands and slashed again, forcing the person to take another step back. In this moment, he had already forced the second person to take a step back. The two of them couldn't help but take three or four steps back in succession. He learned his sword skills from Baker. Refugees' sword skills are mixed and often mixed with the strengths of different schools. They are all different and there is no fixed method. How to use it all depends on the level of expertise in the team. , Wang Qile didn't care about what was behind him, just a barbaric attack. He was faster, stronger, and wielded the sword more fiercely. He kept advancing. The third person had no time to attack and was already thrown away by several feet. He hurriedly chased after him with his sword. He only focused on the opponent in front of him, and the more he fought, the more ferocious he became. This man's sword skills were really good. Although he couldn't stop his retreat, he still held on tightly. The third man finally caught up and slashed at him from behind with his sword. Wang Qile heard that Baker With a scream and severe pain in his back, he lunged forward and hit the second man in the chest with his machete. When the man fell, Wang Qile turned around and elbowed the third man in the face. The man was knocked off his feet. He fell to the ground and protected the upper three paths with seven or eight blows, but Wang Qile dropped his sword and squatted down, hugging the opponent's knees with both hands, and lifted him up. It was the hug and throw that Baker taught him. He threw the man dizzy, and Wang Qile grabbed it. The scimitar is placed on the enemy's neck.

He won a total victory with one against three, and there was no applause. Even his own people were dumbfounded. The refugees had nothing but dignity. This man had no dignity at all. Green's side saw that he had won, and they all yelled at Erbas. People don’t know how to count.

"Shut up!" Wang Qile shouted in a loud voice, "I won!"

Baker was afraid that the situation would get out of hand, so he hurriedly rode to Wang Qile's side to protect him.

Green's face was ashen: "You killed two of my soldiers in this way, and how dare you say you won?"

"The Sacrifice Army and the Holy Mountain Guard will not wait for you to be ready before attacking. They will only attack sneakily. If this was a war, your two soldiers would have died long ago. I am here to teach you a lesson: stay vigilant and don't let down."

"What do you mean?" Green was still confused, and the two people who had been knocked down screamed and got up.

"I use the back of the sword, this is just gambling." Wang Qile gasped and laughed, raising the machete high and raising his voice, "Refugees do not harm refugees, we are all the same brothers."

Everyone saw that he used the back of his sword to fight, but he actually received a knife. What he said seemed to make sense. Who would say hello to the Sacrifice Army, the Holy Mountain Guard, and those nobles who were hunting? Although the means are despicable, it still depends on Green's decision whether to win or lose.

Seeing the blood flowing from Wang Qile's back, Green pondered for a while and announced the verdict: "You win."

The Erbas side cheered in unison. They won nine bags of grain, or at least three bags, and it looked like Wang Qile really wanted a woman.

"You have to remember, those son-of-a-bitch nobles will not wait for us to be ready before attacking us." Green shouted at his team, "Stay vigilant and don't let down."

"Stay alert," Green's team shouted in unison.

Wang Qile turned to look at Erbas. Erbas clamped his feet on the horse and smiled approvingly: "You can have a woman, you have earned it."

Only Wang Qile knew what had just happened. Erbas knew that he would never admit defeat, so he wanted to take advantage of the gamble to take his own life. The most important thing for him was to end the gamble as soon as possible.

The worst thing Green can do is to turn his back and deny his fault. No matter what, as long as he is merciful and says the sentence "Refugees don't kill refugees", Green will not force himself to death and can go downhill.
But Greene is clearly more generous than he thought.

"You madman." Baker supported Wang Qile and cursed in a low voice, "If he sends five people, you will be dead."

"Three or five are all the same," Wang Qile chuckled, "The bet is over, and there are only two outcomes: I don't lose or I die."

"Can't you admit defeat? It's just a knife. Losing it back is nothing."

"I will not admit defeat, not even to death."

"Betting on your life."

"Learned from you, you will always win the bet, I never admit defeat."

Beck chuckled softly.

Because Wang Qile was injured, both teams stayed in the oasis to camp. Wang Qile slept in the tent until nightfall before getting up. The pain in the wound on his back became more and more severe.

He stood up and walked out of the tent. Baker was guarding the door. It seemed that he was not unaware.

"You don't want to rest?" Baker complained, "What do you want to cause trouble?"

"I want to pick a woman." Bonfires were lit in the camps on both sides, shining like daylight. Wang Qile strode towards Green's camp, while Baker murmured and followed.

They were interrogated, but almost everyone had seen this boy's bravery during the day. They heard that he wanted to pick a woman, but the guards did not stop them. They just stepped into the Green Camp. Almost everyone nodded to Wang Qile, and Baker murmured: "If they knew you were only fourteen..."

"I am already a man. Some people become men at the age of fourteen, and some are still boys at the age of forty."

"That was only a few months ago, and you haven't been a man for longer than you've been a bedwetter."

Wang Qile stopped. He saw a woman wearing light blue clothes that were completely different from those of the refugees. It was made of a material he had never seen before. The girl was even clean, with tall breasts and a tender red skin under the firelight. She She looks a few years older than Qiong Jie, and also prettier than Qiong Jie, especially... that indescribable feeling that neither refugees nor tribal girls have.

The girl lowered her head, passed in front of him, and then walked into a four-person tent. Two oil lamps were lit outside the tent, which was extremely luxurious for refugees.

"Is that Green's woman? Or his wife?" Baker said, "He is not the woman you can choose."

"How do you know?" Wang Qile retorted.

"How could you not know? Even if you don't use your head, you can think about it with the short knife between your legs."

It was true that slaves would not receive such good treatment, but he couldn't help but ask: "Green is so rich? He actually lights an oil lamp for this woman?"

"He robbed the village. I heard that the oil lamps in front of the tribe's small sacrifice doors never go out. Maybe he grabbed enough lamp oil." Baker answered casually.

They came to the tent where the prisoners were held. It was also a four-person tent. The girls who had been tied up in the morning were locked in it, and their hands and feet were connected with ropes. They were unkempt and did not intend to struggle or plead. They just With their heads lowered like the girl just now, they will eventually be stabbed with ice crystals and forced to become refugees, unable to return home for the rest of their lives.

Wang Qile didn't sympathize with them at all, and no one would sympathize with the refugees. He held an oil lamp and wanted to find a prettier girl, but no one could give him the restlessness of the girl in blue.

He looked back and forth repeatedly, so that the guard at the door became a little impatient. Wang Qile suddenly thought of something, bent down, and asked in a low voice:
"Are any of you a virgin?"

"Let me think clearly about who to pick." Wang Qile left the tent, and Baker shrugged, "Are you still thinking about Green's woman?"

"That's not Green's woman." Wang Qile lowered his head and whispered a few words in Baker's ear, and Baker's expression changed.

They discussed for a long time before returning to the tent of the girl in blue. There were only two guards at the door. Most of the refugees were chatting and wrestling under the bonfire, or drinking and having fun. Some had returned to the tent, and the guards were not tight because They didn't expect anyone in their team to be so bold, and the girl inside didn't have the ability to escape.

Wang Qile nodded to Baker, who came forward with a wine bag and said hello: "Have you seen my companion? He came to pick a girl from you..."

Wang Qile walked around the tent and looked at the situation from the other side. Baker was really not someone who attracted attention. His clumsy words couldn't arouse interest. It wasn't until he handed over the wine bag that Wang Qile found an opportunity to sneak into the tent.

The girl in blue was sitting on the leather rug. When she saw an unknown tall figure entering the door, she was about to exclaim. Wang Qile covered her mouth with one big hand and signaled silence with the other finger, and whispered: "I'm here to save you." Your name is Qian'er, right?"

Qian'er's eyes widened in horror, but she nodded quickly. Her situation couldn't be worse, and everyone was just drifting wood to her.

Wang Qile stared at her and took her into his arms. His hands had reached into her clothes and touched her back. He felt Qian'er's tight body in his arms.

This is called egg-like skin. He was breathing heavily. Although he couldn't wait, he still had to resist the urge and waved out the lights in the tent.

"If you want me to save you, don't make a sound. If you don't want to, just drive me away." He whispered.

Xi'er didn't reply for a long time. Wang Qile thought she didn't hear, so he asked again.

"Okay..." Qian'er replied with a trembling voice.

"But my back is hurt, you have to serve me."

"I...I don't know what to do..."

"I'm very experienced." Wang Qile felt a little guilty, "Just do as I say."

Wang Qile was awakened by Green's roar and quickly hugged the frightened beauty in his arms, while Qian'er tightly pulled the quilt to wrap her naked body.

Standing next to Green were Baker and more than ten brothers. Baker shouted happily: "Brother, why are you sleeping here?"

Wang Qile stretched in confusion and pulled the wound on his back. He groaned under the severe pain and reluctantly said, "I found the woman I wanted and felt comfortable here, so I fell asleep."

"Do you know who he is!" Green roared loudly, "He is a saint."

"I don't know." Wang Qile pretended to be surprised, "No one told me about this. I saw Qian'er yesterday and followed her into the tent in a daze. No one stopped me! I asked her what her name was and she said She was the woman I wanted, and then I slept with her.”

Green was furious: "Nonsense!"

Wang Qile said: "You said I can choose any girl."

"Not including the Saint!"

Wang Qile complained: "You didn't say there was a saint here."

Green looked at Qian'er angrily: "You deceived our guests."

Xi'er was so frightened that she shivered. Wang Qile hugged her and comforted her: "Qian'er, what did you say yesterday?"

Qian'er said: "He asked me who I was, and I said I was a prisoner. He said he was qualified to take me away, and you agreed."

Green said angrily: "You didn't tell him that you were a saint?"

"I wanted to say it, but..." Qian'er blushed, "He didn't give me a chance to say it."

Baker stroked his forehead and asked, "What should I do?"

Green sneered: "You think I don't know that you are deliberately sabotaging my sacrifice?"

Baker hurriedly shouted: "Slow down! Green, I hope we can calm down and discuss this matter slowly. Can you ask your soldiers to leave first? I will also ask my soldiers to leave, and we will talk slowly." Baker He waved his hand and asked his men to move back a few feet. Green also asked his men to move back, and the two of them entered the tent.

Green crossed his arms over his chest and said in a deep voice, "What do you want to say?"

"Wang Qile did something wrong, but he did not violate the terms of your original promise. This woman is a prisoner and was chosen by my brother. It is not worth it for us to fight over this matter. What did you say yesterday that refugees will not harm refugees? Besides, although you The power is greater than ours, but if the two sides fight, at least you will lose dozens of people, is it worth it? "

"I'm just going to let you tease me like this?"

"We will compensate and apologize. A virgin is worth two war horses or twelve bags of grain..."

"She's not a virgin, I guarantee she's not." Wang Qile shouted, "At least not now."

"Shut up!" Beck growled at his friend.

"You can still find a virgin, but it's difficult for a saint. She agreed to choose one of three marriages, but if she breaks the agreement, she will also be burned to death."

Qian'er shrank into Wang Qile's arms and almost cried out of fear. Wang Qile comforted her and said loudly: "She is already mine, and I can decide her life or death."

"We are willing to return the scimitar and three bags of grain, and give you three war horses. Is this enough?"

"Three war horses?" Green hesitated. The loss of the Saint was a foregone conclusion. One war horse was worth six bags of grain. Adding the nine bags of grain and a scimitar lost yesterday, it was almost close to thirty bags of grain. Such compensation was very large. Rich, but the saint is hard to find...

"So, if this girl doesn't want to be a saint, she can't convey our grievances to God Sa on our behalf. Besides, if you pursue this matter, the guards will punish you, lose face, and both sides will fight to the death. What will you get? Our team Not rich, it will be of limited help to you, but if you think this is a misunderstanding, it will be better for your reputation to give the woman to the warrior generously.”

"The loss of the Saint is irreplaceable."

"Within half a year, the Erbas team will find a saint to return to you."

"Are you telling the truth?"

"If you violate the agreement, you can attack Erbas' team and tell other refugees about our rudeness and arrogance. If you agree, I will repay Erbas and let him handle this matter."

Green was already shaken. After thinking for a long time, he finally nodded.

"Can you go out now that you're done talking?" Wang Qile said, "Don't disturb Qian'er and me."

"Get out of my tent!" Green roared.

"My waist is so sore and my back hurts so much." Wang Qile complained. He hugged Qian'er's waist tightly and refused to let go.

"You don't have to pretend, you only have back pain."

"You came at the right time." Wang Qile patted Baker on the shoulder, "I'm very relieved to bet my life on you."

It turned out that early this morning, Baker led twelve brothers, claiming that Wang Qile disappeared in the Green camp last night, and entered the camp on the pretext of looking for someone, and asked Green to lead him to find someone to protect Wang Qile from being killed by the angry Green.

"You...really want to find another saint? Are there other girls?" Qian'er was not happy. She only escaped death, but not life. Her parents could never find her in the long grassland.

"You don't have to worry about that," Baker replied, asking, "What did you choose out of the three?"

"One of the three choices. Qier's condition was to let everyone go, but Green refused. Then she asked to let all the women go, but Green still refused. In the end, she only saved her own family." Wang Qile answered.

"It seems you had a lot of time to chat last night."

They returned to the camp, and upon hearing the news, Erbas immediately recruited the two of them into the tent.

"You have destroyed other people's sacrifices!" Erbas roared angrily, "You have made Erbas' team and Green's team have a big feud."

"Erbas, calm down!" Baker stepped forward to comfort his future father-in-law.

Wang Qile disagreed: "A warrior like me should have a woman."

"Tie up Wang Qile! I will personally go and apologize to Green."

"Green has accepted the apology." Baker advised their leader, "We promise to compensate. In addition to the nine bags of grain, a scimitar, and three horses lost yesterday."

"Where did the three war horses come from?!" Erbas was stunned, "You know how difficult it is to tame war horses. Each rider in our team only has one horse."

"You and your three children have a total of four horses, and one more."

Erbas was stunned, his chest hurt, and blood dripped on his feet. The sharp scimitar penetrated from his back chest to his front. He raised his head and looked at Baker.

"You can grow old, but others cannot grow old with you." Baker sighed, "The Erbas team is over."

Baker quickly summoned the three sons of Erbas, including Joshua. In the big tent, Wang Qile cut their necks one by one. The tent was soaked with blood and the ground was dyed red. After that, they gathered all the warriors again.

"Erbas is dead. From now on, this will be my team and Wang Qile's team." Baker ordered, "We will expand the team. For now, everyone stays in their tents and waits until Green's team leaves."

"It's not that refugees don't harm refugees." Baker sighed, "In the end, we still killed Erbas."

"Erbas hurt the refugees first." Wang Qile disagreed, "The refugee team should be led by warriors. We have no land, so we need to protect each other. Erbas was once powerful, but he is old, and every refugee will be old. There is a day when there is no way to hunt, and they die one after another, so new people are needed. Erbas doesn't want anyone to shake his leadership position. He wants to win you over to deal with me. When I die, he will deal with you. His son cannot lead. Team, everyone dies in the end.”

"Why do you talk so long?"

"Because I want to go with Qian'er and I'm in a hurry." Wang Qile said with a bitter look on his face.
Wang Qile is really anxious. He thinks there is no need to feel sad about Erbas’s death. If Erbas doesn’t die, other refugees, including himself and Baker, will die. From the bottom of his heart, he believes that refugees should not harm refugees, except for refugees who harm refugees. .

Baker smiled bitterly and waved his hand: "You go ahead."

Early the next morning after Green's team left, Wang Qile reluctantly picked up Qian'er and let her ride on the extra war horse.

"Can you ride a horse?" Wang Qile asked, "As I taught you, although this horse is very tame, you still have to be careful, don't go too fast, don't be in a hurry, unless you are in danger."

"I will..." Qian'er's face turned red and she couldn't believe it, "You...you really want to let me go?"

Wang Qile nodded: "Green's team is heading west. There is the Holy Mountain Guard a hundred miles east of here. It will take you a day to walk slowly. I have prepared dried meat and water for you. After seeing the Holy Mountain Guard, tell them the direction. , they will send you back to the tribe and quickly catch up with the Green team. You can see your parents and your sisters will be saved."

"As for what happened here, you can make it up whatever you want, no one will know anyway," Baker said.

"I don't believe you are only fourteen years old. You have done so many things..." Qian'er muttered: "You are younger than my brother."

"I am a warrior." He kissed Qian'er's forehead and slapped her butt, "Go."

Xi'er's horse walked far away in the direction of the sun.

"Let's go southwest and block the end of the southern path." Wang Qile got on his horse and spoke to Baker, "In a few days, the Holy Mountain Guards will defeat Green's team, and they will flee south and let them join. Our team will get bigger.”

Green's team is gone, and he doesn't have to pay back the Saintess who owes him, so he has no worries.

Does this count as harming the refugees? It doesn't matter. It was the Holy Mountain Guards who hurt the refugees. Although he guided them, Wang Qile didn't care about the captured women. He just wanted to strengthen his own team and get rid of Green as a future problem.

Green was also the one who harmed the refugees. Attacking the tribe would lead to retaliation. They would escape, and other innocent and unsuspecting refugees nearby would be swept away by the garrison or the Holy Mountain Guard.

A few days later, they rescued the refugees in Green's team in the south. The number of people in the team was more than thirty people than before.

"We won the bet again." Baker said proudly.

■

He couldn't remember how many times he had looked up at the stars with Baker. Their team already numbered about three hundred people, making them almost the largest group of refugees nearby. They were cautious and cautious. Although they encountered several roundups, they were not injured and did not attract the attention of the five major batu.

He slept with many women after that, but he still remembered Qian'er, especially knowing that they would never see each other again made it even more unforgettable.

"We have a lot of people," Baker said. "When the number of people reaches a certain number, small groups of refugees will take the initiative to seek refuge, like rolling snowballs, getting bigger and faster."

"So what's the problem?"

"It is impossible to support so many refugees and their families by hunting alone, and there is no small village that can support this amount of knife and scale trade. It will become harder and harder to find our base."

"Beck, what is your wish? In other words, what do you hope will happen to us in the end?"

"I don't know, Wang Qile, I really don't know the answer. We are strong to avoid the Holy Mountain Guards, but we are too strong and can't take care of ourselves. I want to stop, but I can't. If we have to embark on the road of plunder, Lu, then who are we following?”

"Green, like Green, there are rare things that you can't remember but I can remember."

"Because your head is empty, you can put more things in it."

"You're not the only one with a brain."

"I don't want to become a team like Green, which will lead to siege...but I want..."

"What are you thinking about?"

"If we have enough people and enough numbers, we can join the five major Batu and become a team outside the slave barracks, or we can find the gentle Suma Batu to join."

"Those girls who paint and braid their hair? They don't even recognize the Tenggers Sutra." Wang Qile complained, "Why should we join them? Fight against Atulie and that crazy woman?"

"Atulie is the enemy of the refugees. Their nobles and priests love to hunt the refugees. Fighting against them is also to protect the refugees."

"Why should we be slaves?"

"You don't need to be slaves. Listen to me, Wang Qile. As long as we have enough numbers and are strong enough, we can negotiate with Suma Batu. We don't need slave owners to redeem our lives or enter slave camps. We are an army." The army is directly under the jurisdiction of Batu. Let them support us. Only Batu can support the army. There is no other way. When we have a team of thousands of people, no land cannot support so many people. Unless you Give up on increasing numbers.”

"You know I never give in to anyone."

"You have to bend your knees to jump."

"I'm tall enough to reach out and touch the sky."

"No, you can't touch it, brother." Baker sighed, "You know we have no end."

"Yes." Wang Qile replied firmly, looking at the starry sky, "The sky is so big, the grassland is so vast, and the end of the earth is endless, but the refugees are like standing on the tip of a needle."

“The refugees don’t even have land as big as the head of a pin.”

"I want to cultivate wasteland. If we have land, we can cultivate it, and we can feed thousands, or even tens of thousands, of people."

"Are you crazy?" Baker shouted in surprise, "You must know what happens to refugees when they stop wandering."

Refugees are destined to not be able to make a living by hunting or farming like ordinary people. There were once refugees who tried to colonize the mountains. They were very content with carving out fertile land in the mountains, weaving with hemp and making a living by hunting, and they did not stab their children. Snowflake tattoo. They want to hide for a generation, let the children be free, let the residence become a tribe, and then recruit small sacrifices from Batu.

But when they were discovered, the people did not live in peace with them. Instead, they notified the garrison, attacked their villages, took away their food, raped their women, and threw their children off the cliff.

When you have a lot of wealth but are not protected by the law, even rabbits will swarm up and turn into wolves to eat you.

"Because they can't protect themselves, we must protect ourselves. Instead of protecting Batu, the refugees might as well protect themselves, because being subordinate is like a dog, and bending is like a minister. Even the most effeminate Suma Batu will enslave us. In normal times, Treat us harshly and let us die first in the war. The refugees must be their own masters."

"As long as we have enough people, we can build city walls and houses. As long as there are a few thousand people, no Batu will dare to attack us easily. We must have our own land, build our own city, and build a Batu for refugees. "Wang Qile clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and said, "A badu that takes in all the refugees on the grassland."

"You want to unite the refugees on the grassland and openly fight against the five big buses? No one will allow you to do such a thing. We only have three hundred people." Baker's tone sounded like he thought Wang Qile was crazy. He often felt like this, But only this time did he really think that Wang Qile was crazy, and gathered a large number of refugees to fight against Batu and establish Batu?

"Salhajin only used fourteen scimitars and twenty-eight pairs of leather armor."

"He is the son of God Sa."

"So I fucking started with more than three hundred people. I have one hundred and forty scimitars and two hundred and eighty pairs of leather armor. If that's not enough, I'll use one thousand four hundred scimitars and two thousand eight hundred Leather armor! I want all the refugees to have a place to live, and I want those stupid guards and the Holy Mountain Guards to not dare to approach." Wang Qile roared.

Baker didn't reply, and the two were silent for a long time. After a long time, Baker spoke.

"I think you are going to die. I can't let you lead the refugees to death."

"I think you are the one." Wang Qile sighed. Their differences had never been so great.

"A team cannot have two heads going in different directions"

"The strongest warrior can lead the team."

"You just refuse to admit defeat. Even if I beat you to death, you won't admit defeat."

"When you encounter an enemy you can't defeat, you have to admit defeat, or you will be killed."

"Wang Qile..." Baker paused for a moment, and finally said, "Want to fight?"

■

Cass's hair has turned white. He is very anxious, but he has nothing to do. Since Erbas's team suddenly disappeared more than ten years ago, there has been a new batch of refugees here. Although they are not as gentle as Erbas, at least they have not caused trouble. He has always been happy to trade with the homeless people, and they have lived together peacefully for more than ten years.

However, just the day before yesterday, the villagers discovered that refugees had entered the barley fields. Stealing crops was a taboo, so the villagers shouted to stop them. Perhaps because of their bad tempers or bad words, they had an argument, and the stones thrown by the villagers hit the refugee on the back of the head, killing him. Then they discovered that the refugee was just defecating in the barley fields.

The refugees felt insulted and wanted justice from the village. They informed the distant garrison that it was too late to save the village, and they could only rely on the weak village guard. He tried to persuade the refugees to make peace, but was kicked out. The refugees didn't want to hear an explanation at all.

Cass rushed back to the village anxiously, wanting to tell everyone to run away quickly, give up the village and inventory, and not to fight the refugees.

He heard the cries of horses behind him and chased after him. When he turned around, he saw a whole group of hundreds of people. His old age could no longer move faster.

"Kas!" A long knife hit him on the shoulder. He turned around, with a sinewy face and droopy cheeks. He had Han Chinese black hair and eyes, with snowflake tattoos under his eyes. He was tall enough to see the difference even when sitting on a horse. It was a strange yet familiar face.

"It's okay, the refugees will not invade your village." The big man laughed loudly, "I have said before that if you help me realize my wish, I will also help you realize your wish."

(End of this chapter)