The patriarch An Wenkang rushed back from the east.
He turned around and looked at the mess in front of him, his face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.
Half a month ago, Anwen Kangxiongjiu proudly sent the third batch of young men from the Angel tribe to the eastern front, but when he turned around, they were stolen from his hometown.
After turning around, a clan elder stood up and blocked the way with a smile. "Brother, there is Yangtao Creek ahead, so don't go there."
An Wenkang stopped and hesitated, "Can this water source still be used?"
"This..." Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to answer the clan leader's words.
Yangtao Creek is just a small creek that is more than one foot wide. It looks unremarkable on the surface. But it is one of the most precious drinking water sources for the Angel tribe.
Everyone subconsciously looked up.
The clear stream in front of us is flowing gurglingly, and it looks vibrant under the cover of green grass on both sides.
However, the outside of the stream was tightly sealed with thorns.
After the commotion the night before, the next day someone discovered that there were several dead sheep in this carambola stream, which even smelled faintly of fish.
When the news came out, the whole Angel was in panic.
As everyone knows, the epidemic is raging in the nearby Rock Frontier Fortress, and even the generals who defend it are not immune.
Now that the two countries are at war, both sides are furious. No one dares to bet whether the extremely angry Yunchui people will spread the epidemic deep into the grassland.
Thinking about it this way, looking at the dead sheep floating in the water, the elders had no choice but to have people seal the area around the stream.
They even controlled those tribesmen who had been close to Liuxi and prevented them from wandering around.
"What do you all do for food?" An Wenkang looked at everyone with disappointment, with a look of hatred in his eyes, "With so many people in the tribe, are they all sleeping at night?"
Moreover, before sending the young and middle-aged people from the tribe to the front line, he repeatedly told the elders of all tribes to live a good life in their hometowns.
The result is still what it is now.
"Brother," a clan elder said in a sarcastic voice, trying to shirk responsibility. He said aggrievedly: "We brothers have tried our best. It's just that the group of Yunchui rats are so elusive that they are hard to guard against."
"Uncle San is right." The tribe next to him hurriedly said, "At first, everyone received news that a group of Yunchui people appeared behind our pasture. All tribesmen kept their weapons in hand and took precautions for three or four days. No matter what,
Day or night, no one dares to close their eyes."
"As a result, no one was found in all the open posts and secret posts, so everyone thought they had left the vicinity of our tribe. After all, our Angel tribe is a large and medium-sized tribe with many people and strong combat power, so they may be afraid."
"Who knows..."
"Who knows, who knows..." An Wenkang snorted coldly, "Who do you think they are?"
"This is a lone army. The fact that the other party can survive in the depths of the grassland with great success shows that they have many ways to hide from us, and at the same time they also have the patience to wait for us to relax our vigilance."
Just relax your vigilance in three or four days. If you don’t make a sneak attack, who will you attack?
As for the large and medium-sized tribes, as the saying goes, a dragon cannot cross the river. Since they dare to roam in the grassland, how can they be afraid of just a large and medium-sized tribe?
"Why are you all in a daze?" An Wenkang was furious and yelled: "Why don't you quickly check the surrounding posts again! Do you want to give them a chance to sneak attack again?"
Everyone trembled and hurriedly left.
After going around again and checking all the tribe's losses, An Wenkang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
In addition to the sealed Yang Taoyuan, Gu Datou and the others went through a lot of trouble the night before, but they only burned hundreds of tents and killed some livestock.
Compared to Angel's huge tribe, it is almost negligible.
The most important thing is that people are different.
Those who live on the periphery of the tribe are civilians and even slaves who are dependent on Angel.
Most of these people have been sent to the front line, and those tents are either occupied by orphans, young children, or they are empty. If they are burned, they will be burned.
Besides, the grassland weather is getting hotter and hotter now, so it would be best to burn these dirty places to avoid causing epidemics.
After thinking about this, he turned to look at a tall and tall young man with a pale face.
"Futu, I heard that you led the people to chase him out the night before. What happened after that?"
How could he lead more than 70 mounted men in pursuit southward, only to escape in embarrassment alone? And when he was found the next day, all those men had been stripped naked, and their necks had been wiped collectively, and no one had survived.
An Wenkang felt a little distressed.
Compared with the burned tents and livestock, the more than seventy men who died in the south were their biggest loss.
Futu looked ashamed and lowered his head deeply.
His name means "leading horse" in Xiliang dialect. However, this leading horse led the attack and ultimately failed to bring his own horses back.
"Clan leader, it's like this..."
No matter how ashamed Futu was, he didn't dare to hide it and told the story of the night before honestly.
Of course, he hid the fact that he was the first to escape.
"Wait a minute," An Wenkang listened, and suddenly raised his hand to interrupt Futu: "What do you think they look like?"
In the depths of the grassland, there were more than two hundred people riding on the clouds who were making sneak attacks and doing all sorts of evil. Over the past few months, Xiliang had been unable to do anything against this group of people, and An Wenkang knew that.
However, according to Futu, there will be another group of Yunchui people appearing nearby?
Futu didn't know why, so he had to describe what he saw and did again.
An Wenkang listened silently, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.
A tyrannical team, full of bald people!
He looked around and confirmed again: "Have you really seen what they look like?"
"Clan Leader," Futu had no way out and could only confirm with a heavy nod: "Although it was not bright at the time and the light was not very good, I am sure that I saw it correctly."
An Wenkang nodded and pondered.
As a large and medium-sized tribe, Angel is one of the main targets for caravans traveling between the east and west lines during peacetime. Since the Prairie Royal Court issued the order for the Eastern Expedition, it, like the Blood Moon Tribe, is also one of the main forces of the Xiliang Army.
As the patriarch, An Wenkang carefully studied the customs and beliefs of the Yunchui people.
Generally speaking, Yunchui advocates filial piety, and emperors of all dynasties have governed the world with benevolence and filial piety. For Yunchui people, it is unfilial to damage the body, hair, and skin from their parents without any reason.
A group of bald people will appear...
"Each of them does have a bare head, and each of them has a sturdy body. The mounts are also very tall."
An Wenkang raised his head and glanced at Futu thoughtfully.
Just say that the group of people who attacked the tribe are from Xiliang.
While the two were thinking about it, the sound of horse hooves sounded rapidly, and a horse galloped over.
"Chief, the team that attacked us has been found! They are about a hundred miles north."
"Do those people have hair?" An Wenkang asked subconsciously.
ah?
The tribesman who sent the order was startled, but he quickly realized, "We haven't seen anyone yet, it's just that the eagle has discovered the target."
As for whether the other person has hair or not, the birds in the sky can't tell.