wild trail

Chapter 398 Life or Death

When the two sides were fighting, on the hill not far away, the ground mouse climbed up a big tree with a few tribesmen, and lurked up to watch this side.

He was dumbfounded by the bloody battle. When did such a tragic battle happen on this land? Even when the conflict between the Dadahar people and the De'ang people was the deepest, it was nothing more than sending out the strongest warriors of the tribe to compete. Divide the hunting grounds.

And the battle in front of him has already surpassed his cognition, and human life is as worthless as worthless at this moment.

But what shocked him even more was that although the battle looked extremely tragic, it was for the De'ang people.

From the fight between the two sides to the present, he has not seen a single outsider fall down, and the silver things they wore on their bodies completely ignored the attack of the wooden spear.

These outsiders are like solid rocks, no matter how fierce the water is, they cannot be shaken at all.

Watching the De'ang people fall down one by one, the ground mouse felt an innumerable feeling of rejoicing. If it weren't for the leader's wise decision, he would have joined the De'ang people to drink and fight with these outsiders.

Whether he can survive in such a battle is still unknown.

From the confrontation to the present, the battle has lasted for more than [-] minutes. They kept waving their weapons and felled the invading enemies to the ground one by one. Although they didn't suffer any injuries, the intense physical exertion was a bit overwhelming.

Near the phalanx, it can be described as a mountain of corpses. The corpses are pressed against the corpses, forming a wall of corpses, separating the two sides.

The young man tried to attack the enemy by stepping on his companion's corpse, but the impenetrable spear array of the opponent made him unable to find a weak point at all.

It may be that his so-called holy water has lost its potency. At this moment, he feels that his arms are getting heavier and heavier, and his heart is pounding, as if it is about to burst.

But the consciousness gradually came to his senses. Looking at the corpses all over the ground, the eyes of the young people were red. These fallen people were all members of their clan, and they just fell on the ground forever like rotten meat, but the enemy was indeed Not a single hair was hurt.

Fear, powerlessness, anger, all kinds of complex emotions rushed into my heart for a while, and I felt a bloody smell in my throat. With a sound of "poof!", a mouthful of blood gushed out, staggered on my feet, and a little unsteady on my feet.

The De'ang people who have regained their sense are now afraid. These outsiders are not something they can deal with. With the help of the holy water, they have not killed a single enemy, not to mention the imminent backlash of the holy water. If they don't leave now, they can only shut down The eyes are waiting to die.

"Let's go, the blood of the De'ang people can't disappear!" a soldier shouted at the young man.

The young man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and looked at the enemy angrily. He was extremely unwilling, gritted his teeth, and shouted: "Let's retreat!"

The rest of them turned around and fled behind them as if they were pardoned when they heard this.

Seeing that the enemy was about to escape, Zhao Tong immediately ordered the sailors to start chasing them. Although he didn't want to fight these natives, there was no room for relaxation at this point. If these people escaped, it would be a great loss to the expedition team. Hidden danger.

Although the soldiers were wearing armor, it was very difficult to run, but the natives were not much better, and the effect of the holy water backlash became more and more obvious.

The muscles on the body were usually burned by the fire, and most people ran for a few meters before falling to the ground, wailing heart-piercingly.

Although Zhao Tong didn't know what was going on, he understood that the current situation was beneficial to him. He asked people to ignore the natives lying on the ground and continue chasing those who fled.

Enduring the physical pain, the young man ran forward staggeringly. He didn't even notice that the companions behind him were falling down one by one.

Now there is only one thought in his mind, that is to return to the tribe, to the place where he grew up, as if he could protect himself wherever he returned.

But the vision in front of him became more and more blurred, and the darkness seemed to engulf him, until the light completely disappeared in front of his eyes, and his body fell heavily on the ground.

. . . . . .

When the young man woke up again, he found that he was in a strange place. Looking around, he found that his tribe was huddling together with their hands behind their backs.

Looking down at his body, he found that his situation was the same as that of everyone else.

I struggled hard a few times, but the rope was bound so tightly that I couldn't break free at all.

"My child, you are awake!" The old wizard's slightly hoarse voice rang in his ears.

The young man looked back and saw the old wizard leaning on the stake and looking at him.

"Wizard, why are you here!" the young man exclaimed in shock.

The old wizard sighed, "Hey! The De'ang people are doomed, the devils from far away can defeat us, and the De'ang people are about to face death."

Hearing the words, the young man froze in place as if struck by lightning. After a long time, he choked up and said, "Wizard, it's all my fault. I should listen to you and take the people away from here."

The old wizard shook his head and said, "All of this is arranged by the spirit of the totem."

"Has the spirit of the totem abandoned us?" The young man asked unwillingly.

The old wizard smiled and said, "We are all children of the totem spirit, how could the gods abandon us? You have to remember that you must believe in the totem spirit at all times. Even if the De'ang people perish, it is the hope of the totem spirit." We go to another wonderful world."

I don't know if the young man listened to what the old wizard said, looked around and said, "Wizard, what about the women in our tribe, why didn't you see them?"

When this matter was mentioned, the old wizard's expression darkened, "They... oh!"

Although the old wizard didn't say it clearly, the young man immediately understood that it was self-evident what a woman could do after being taken away. The young man gave a wry smile and slumped on the ground.

Sure enough, after a while, those naked women were driven away by those outsiders with dull expressions, and locked into the fence beside them.

Seeing the smiles of those outsiders, the young man felt a strong hatred, not only for those outsiders, but also for his own weakness and powerlessness.

Knowing the result of the battle, the Dadahar people came to the camp with the tribe's most precious gift shortly after the battle, expressing their willingness to submit to this powerful tribe.

Wei Ming sat on the wooden pier and looked at the woman in front of him. He was very curious about how a woman became the leader.

Because of Wang Lang's chauvinism, all the men in the Xia Kingdom regarded women as their own appendages, and subconsciously believed that a woman's job was to bear children at home and take care of them. It was simply impossible to become a tribal leader.

The woman in front of him didn't look very old, he guessed that she was less than 30 years old. The dirty animal skin was on her body, and the strange color smeared on her face made her look very mysterious.

Naturally, Wei Ming didn't like the prey and animal skins they brought, but what caught his attention was that among these things, there was a stone that was about the same color as bronze, which caught his attention.

This kind of stone looks very beautiful. Although it is only the size of a fist, it is extremely heavy in the hand. Such a weight is obviously not bronze.

Although he didn't know what this metal was, his intuition told him that it was a good thing.

Looking at the woman in front of him, Wei Ming said slowly: "I accept your gift, and we will protect your tribe."

Zhao Tong expressed Wei Ming's words as much as possible in the way of painting. Although it was not perfect, the red fox roughly understood what the other party meant.

The language barrier made it very troublesome to communicate. Wei Ming soon lost the mood to talk. After accepting the surrender of the Dadahar people, he waved his hand to see off the guests.

After the red fox led the people away, Zhao Tong said, "What about those people?"

Wei Ming sneered and said, "What should I do? I've already given them a chance. They want to seek death themselves. Who can blame this? All the men will be killed, and the women will be enjoyed by the brothers."

Zhao Tong frowned. He opposed this kind of practice. The scale of this tribe is not small. Although some died during the battle, the number of captives was at least hundreds of people. So many people killed It made him feel a little bit unbearable.

"Captain, I'm afraid this is not very good. After all, they are human beings, and it can be useful to use them as slaves. They are just a pile of stinky meat after death, which is of no benefit to us!" Zhao Tong said slowly.

Wei Ming said disapprovingly: "Brother Zhao, you are too kind, what can human beings do? Xia Guo wants obedient people, not these people who resist us. Keeping these people is a disaster."

"Captain, why don't we give them another chance. If they still don't want to surrender, I have nothing to say." Zhao Tong tried his best to fight for it.

Wei Ming squinted his eyes and looked at Zhao Tong, then sneered and said, "Okay, for Brother Zhao's sake, I'll give them a chance. If these idiots still don't have a long memory, don't blame me for being cruel."

Zhao Tong nodded and said, "I understand."

As he spoke, he cupped his hands and left Wei Ming's camp.

When he came to the captive camp, Zhao Tong looked at the almost inhuman captives, and said to the sailor guarding the captives, "Bring out their leader."

Seeing these demons walking towards them, the natives were terrified and moved back.

But the sailors ignored these ordinary people at all, and went straight to the old wizard. The two sailors lifted the old wizard from the ground, and dragged him away.

Seeing the old wizard being taken away by the enemy, the young man almost burst out with anger, roaring at these devils.

Zhao Tong looked at this young man and had some impressions of him. In the previous battle, this guy's bravery caused some troubles for his side, and judging from the performance of other people, this kid should have some certainty in this indigenous tribe. status.

"Bring him out too!" Zhao Tong pointed to the young man.

The old wizard and the young man were dragged out of the captive camp by the sailors, came to Zhao Tong's tent, and threw them on the ground.

"It's none of your business here, step back!" Zhao Tong said to the sailor.

"First officer, these people are very dangerous. What if they suddenly hurt someone?" A sailor said worriedly.

Zhao Tong shook his head and said, "It's okay, it's not easy for these two people to even stand up, there's no danger."

The sailors looked at the two lying on the ground, nodded, and exited the tent.

Zhao Tong walked up to the two, slowly squatted down and helped the two to sit down.

None of the three spoke, and the atmosphere was very dull.

"It wasn't our intention to kill your people before. If you didn't attack us, you wouldn't die. Speaking of which, it's your fault." Zhao Tong said slowly, although he knew that these two people couldn't understand him. I don't know what to say, but when I say it this way, I feel much less guilty in my heart.

The two stared at Zhao Tong, not knowing what the devil who slaughtered his own people was muttering about, but they looked at Zhao Tong with hatred in their eyes.

Looking at the eyes of the two, Zhao Tong smiled wryly.

Sitting on the ground holding a branch, slowly drawing on the ground.

Zhao Tong drew very seriously this time, this is his last chance to fight for these savages, if they get it wrong, maybe hundreds of men in the whole clan will become ghosts under the knife.

Zhao Tong painted and changed, changed and painted again and again, after several times, he felt that he should be able to express his meaning clearly, and said to the two of them: "Look at it, this is your future destiny." .”

The old wizard stared at the painting on the ground for a long time, his expression fluctuating. The meaning of the painting was already obvious. If he did not choose to surrender, all the men of the De’ang people would be executed regardless of their age. It will be extremely miserable.

If he chose to surrender, he would have survived, but the scene of the man being driven to work with his hands tied behind his back made him very angry.

But this anger is fleeting. In the current situation, there is a chance or it is already a fluke. If the totem spirit summons the De'ang people to another world, he knows that it is just his words to comfort the young people. As a De'ang people The patriarch, facing the situation of the tribe's destruction, his heart is actually more painful than anyone else.

"Rabbit on the rock, let's submit to them! You will be the leader of the De'ang people from now on, and I will bear this humiliation!" The old wizard sighed heavily as if he looked down on everything.

"Wizard! We are not afraid of death!" the young man choked up.

"Hey, live, live to have hope, don't think about revenge, they are too powerful, keep the blood of the tribe, and never forget that you are the descendant of the totem spirit." At this moment, the old wizard seemed to have come to life At the end of the day, his face was extremely pale.

The young man gritted his teeth and remained silent.

"Rabbit on the rock, look up at me!" roared the old wizard.

The young man looked up at the old wizard.

"Remember my instructions, otherwise you will not be a descendant of the De'ang people." The old wizard said every word, as if he had exhausted all his strength in these words, he was panting heavily.

The young man nodded with tears in his eyes.

The old wizard smiled, as if he had fulfilled his wish, looked at Zhao Tong, and nodded to him.

(End of this chapter)