The officers and soldiers of the Xuanjia Army moved very quickly.

A large number of corpses were piled directly into the center of the camp.

Another group of soldiers poured kerosene around them.

Just then, a soldier came over.

"General, my subordinates have something to report."

"What's up?"

"The number of people in this Aboriginal camp is not enough."

"What?"

Luo Yong frowned when he heard this.

"Tell me more details."

"yes."

The soldier spoke again after responding.

"When we were carrying the corpses just now, my subordinates counted the number. There were a total of 331 corpses in the camp, but there were 509 houses!"

More than 300 indigenous people don't need more than 500 houses.

At the same time, it is impossible for only one person to live in a house.

Luo Yong, who reacted instantly, waved and called over the three centurions who were previously responsible for searching around the camp.

"Besides the area with dense footprints around the camp, were there a large number of footprints found in other places?"

Hearing this, the three centurions shook their heads at the same time.

"Reporting back to the general, only that one area has extremely dense footprints. Although there are footprints in other directions, they are very scattered. It does not look like a large number of people have passed through."

Okay, the conclusion is out.

Luo Yong exhaled a long breath.

"In other words, a group of guys attacked this camp before we arrived, killed more than 300 people, and then captured all the remaining people?"

There was no time to think too much, a letter sent by a flying pigeon flew quickly towards the imperial city.

By the time Luo Ji received the letter, it was already several days later.

"Damn! How can integrating an indigenous tribe into something bad happen to me?"

Luo Ji felt a little depressed.

Looking at this method, it doesn't look like an elf.

Most elves like to stay in the forest and not care about the world.

Killing native tribes and kidnapping slaves is not the way of the elves.

Humans and orcs, these two races are more likely.

"Go and call Guo Jia."

According to the current strength of Wanjie Civilization, ordinary natives obviously cannot pose a threat to them if they really put it together.

However, once this trouble becomes too much, it is still very annoying.

"Guo Jia, a humble minister, comes to see His Majesty!"

Looking at Guo Jia below, Luo Ji directly signaled the guard to pass the report sent by Luo Yong.

After quickly reading the content, Guo Jia suddenly had an idea.

"Guo Jia, I'll leave this matter to you."

"I obey the order!"

After giving instructions on one thing, Luo Ji's eyes fell back on the report in hand.

At the same time, on the grassland.

A scout who was pressing his ear to the ground quickly got up.

"The sound of horse hooves, there are a large number of cavalry approaching this way, hide quickly!"

I heard the reminder from my companion.

The other two scouts behind him made moves at the same time.

Each of these scouts who perform tasks deep in the grassland can be said to be well-trained.

In the blink of an eye, the three scouts disappeared.

After a period of time passed, a group of cavalry galloped past.

This famous cavalryman was actually holding a spear, carrying a long bow on his back, and was wearing a complete leather armor.

At a glance, in terms of equipment and armor, it was actually not much inferior to their cavalry team of civilizations from all over the world!

"What's the matter, Chalk? Did you eat too much at lunch and get a bad stomach?"

The prairie man who was riding a horse at the front was teasing his friend with a deep frown beside him without any scruples.

For such ridicule.

Frowning Chalke shook his head.

"Kapar, I don't know why, I always feel like someone is staring at me."

"Staring at you?"

Upon hearing this, the prairie man called Kapar glanced around subconsciously.

However, on this grassland, there were no bunkers around at all.

Moreover, this area became a battlefield between them and the Hanar tribe last month.

Who is not afraid of death and dares to run this way?

"Chalk, are you overthinking this? There's not even a ghost here."

Regarding this, Chalke himself took a few more glances around to confirm.

In fact, after scanning his eyes back and forth several times, he did not see anyone.

Let Chalke have to accept this fact.

Then he muttered something uncertain.

"I guess so."

Who knows, just as the two of them were talking.

The war horse under his crotch suddenly stamped on the ground with some anxiety.

Kapar, who noticed this change, quickly got off his horse, lay on the ground and listened to the noise.

"There are cavalry approaching from the northeast, and there are a lot of them!"

While they were talking, the noise coming from the distance became louder and louder, and they could vaguely hear the "rumbling, booming, booming" sound of horse hooves.

"Already here!"

A galloping cavalry team had already broken into their sight from a distance.

Chalke, who was riding on horseback, narrowed his eyes.

After seeing the opponent's flag and equipment clearly, Chalke's expression suddenly changed.

"It's the cavalry team of the Hanar tribe. There are many people. The leader is Battle! Let's go quickly!"

Without any time to think, the cavalry quickly changed direction and ran away into the distance.

At this moment, Battelle, who was leading the prairie cavalry under his command, was naturally not planning to let them go so easily.

"Chase!"

He spat out one word coldly.

The speed of the cavalry under his command suddenly became a few points faster.

The faces of the prairie people who have been weathered on the grassland naturally look older.

Compared with then, Battelle at this time is undoubtedly more vicissitudes of life.

After his father's death, the tribe suffered a bloodbath.

Then we encountered the baptism of wind and snow.

He grew up so much all at once.

Take up the banner of Hanar tribe again.

At this time, he looked like a middle-aged man in his thirties.

But in fact, his real age should be several years younger.
To be continued...