wild trail

Chapter 131 Respect
Worried about his wife and children, Wang Lang and Lin Huo rushed to the grassland residence without stopping, even at night without stopping to rest.

In the second half of the night, the two of them traveled all the way and finally arrived at their destination.

The two rode a deer to the gate of the tribal village, Lin Huo shouted loudly: "Open the gate, the leader is back!"

Heijiao, who was in charge of the night watch, hurriedly climbed up to the high platform, and saw two blurred figures below, but the light was too dim, he couldn't see who was coming.

For the sake of safety, Black Horn asked: "Who is below, tell me the name?"

Lin Huo heard that it was Black Horn's voice, and quickly said: "Jiao, I'm Lin Huo, and the leader and I are back."

Hei Jiao heard the words, confirmed the identities of the two, quickly climbed down from the high platform, opened the gate of the village, and welcomed the two in.

Wang Lang jumped off the deer, he didn't care about greetings, and asked quickly, "Have Fan Xing been born?"

Heijiao smiled and said, "She hasn't given birth yet. Several women in the tribe are taking care of her, and they are already asleep now."

Wang Lang heaved a sigh of relief, since he was asleep, it was too late to disturb other people's rest, so he asked Heijiao to lead the two deer aside and tie them up, and the three of them found some wooden blocks and sat down.

They came in in a hurry just now, and the two didn't even have time to check the changes of the tribe. Now that they were relaxed, Wang Lang noticed the changes in the walls of the tribe. The rammed earth wall could only be seen in outline at night, and it looked like three meters. So high, it can already be said to be a small city wall.

Although such a city wall is extremely crude, it is basically impossible to break through it from the outside with the current human technology and warfare level. As long as the food and water sources in the tribe are sufficient, it is not a problem to guard it for a month.

Seeing Wang Lang sizing up the wall, Hei Jiao said proudly, "Lang, the wall is not bad, isn't it?"

Wang Lang nodded and said, "Very good. With this wall, as long as the defense is strong, this place is absolutely safe."

"We didn't expect to be able to build such a wall. After it was done, that guy Jianya was excited for a long time." Black Horn laughed.

Wang Lang smiled and said, "What about the captives, how are they doing now?"

"Those captives were put into cages by us, over there." After Heijiao finished speaking, he pointed to a corner of the tribe.

"Go, take me to have a look." Wang Lang said.

Black Horn nodded, and led the two towards the cage where the prisoners were held.

The two captives were held next to the livestock. The animal feces and urine in the animal pen smelled bad. Looking at the two sleeping slaves in the cage, it was obvious that the two had adapted to such a harsh life during this time.

"I heard from Lin Huo that a prisoner died. What's going on?" Wang Lang asked.

"When the dead man was caught, his legs were already covered with hands. We hung him up and beat him up. He died soon after you left. We dug a hole by the water to bury the body. It's gone." Black Horn said indifferently, as if what died was just an insignificant bug.

"Is that the stubborn guy?" Wang Lang asked.

Heijiao shook his head and said: "No, that guy's life is very tough. We all thought he would not survive, but we didn't expect that he would recover after two days. The one lying in the innermost part is that guy."

Wang Lang looked into the cage, but the light was too dim to see anything clearly, only a vague figure curled up on the ground.

Wang Lang didn't pay much attention to these two slaves, and sat down on the wooden pier again.

"What about the rescued people, how are they doing now, are they not making trouble?" Wang Lang asked.

Heijiao laughed and said: "How could it be possible to cause trouble? After eating a few times, these people work harder than us."

"Do they speak our language?"

"I can speak a little bit, and I can communicate in a simple way. There are a few who learn quickly and can understand our words, but they don't speak fluently."

Wang Lang yawned, didn't continue to ask, and kept on going all the way, and now he felt that he couldn't keep his eyes open.

Seeing Wang Lang and Wang Lang's exhausted appearance, Hei Jiao said, "Lang, go and rest for a while, it's not too late to talk about anything at dawn."

The two nodded, and Black Horn took the two to his own house, where they rested.

Lin Huo looked at this very spacious thatched house, and said with a smile: "This guy Black Horn can enjoy himself, living in such a big house by himself."

This house of about 20 square meters is definitely considered a big house in the tribe, but Wang Lang, who is used to seeing high-rise houses, just didn't show any surprise, and yawned and said, "Sleep!"

Lin Huo nodded, and the two found an open space and slept on the ground.

The next day, people who woke up early, when they heard that the leader had returned, they all blamed Noire for not informing themselves, which made Noire extremely embarrassed.

Fan Xing, with her big belly, looked at the room in Noire, where there was a husband who rushed to see her regardless of exhaustion, she was very moved, touched her belly, and smiled happily.

The people of the tribe quietly gathered around the house in Heijiao. No one dared to speak loudly for fear of affecting Wang Lang's rest.

When the sun rose and the sunlight entered the thatched cottage, Wang Lang slowly opened his eyes, pushed the still snoring forest fire, rubbed his somewhat numb face, and the two walked out the door.

When the two came out, they both jumped when they saw the people standing quietly outside the door.

"What are you doing?" Lin Huo said.

Heijiao scratched his head and said, "I just told them that the leader is back, and they didn't listen to my dissuasion, just waiting for you to come out."

Wang Lang looked at the sun, guessing that these people have been waiting here for more than two hours, he was a little touched, he was unexpected that his leader could be loved by so many people, looking at a pair of adoring eyes, deeply He took a breath and said, "I'm really sorry for making everyone wait so long."

"Great leader, what does it matter if we wait a while, if you hadn't taken us in, we would never have imagined that there is such a beautiful place in this world." An old man prostrated himself on the ground tremblingly.

Wang Lang quickly helped the old man up and said, "Elder, we don't need to kneel down here, you are all my people."

Hearing this, the old man was so moved that he almost shed tears, and said with a choked voice, "You are the most benevolent leader I have ever seen. Only a leader like you can make this place a place where gods live."

Wang Lang was a little embarrassed to be boasted so much by the old man. In his opinion, the current tribe is not as good as a remote and poor mountain valley, but in the eyes of these people, this is already a paradise on earth.

After Wang Lang appeased the overly emotional old man, he exchanged pleasantries with the others for a while, and then his eyes rested on Fan Xing.

Seeing this, everyone tactfully dispersed, they all knew the purpose of Wang Lang's return this time, to leave space for the two of them to be alone.

(End of this chapter)