After walking for three consecutive days, we got close to the Yan tribe. Once we climbed over the familiar hills in front of us, we returned to the valley where the Yan tribe chose to live this winter.
As soon as I arrived at the top of the hill, I was shocked by the scene of people shouting and neighing. The war was raging, it was tragic, and there was a tribal war.
This kind of battle rock is so familiar. I have experienced it countless times since I can remember. It is often like this among the tribes in the wilderness. It is not unusual.
It's all about survival and being forced by survival. I have no choice but to survive. Either I rob you, or you rob me.
Under normal circumstances, that is to rob some cattle, sheep and horses, and then plunder the population. Not to mention the cattle and sheep, the population is of course taken back to be slaves, especially women and children.
But there is a kind of battle that is different, that is, it is aimed at annihilating the tribe. The winning side will kill them all. The warriors of those tribes will bear the brunt, and no one will be spared. Most of the rest will be killed, leaving only a few.
Women were slaves, and even their children would be killed. This kind of genocidal battle was the most brutal among tribal wars, and of course it rarely happened.
On the hill, what Rock saw was a battle of genocide.
There were ten warriors from the Rock Tribe. They were all covered in blood and retreated towards the hills. Behind them, there were more than twenty warriors from other tribes chasing them and killing them crazily.
If the leader of the Yan tribe, Shi Shi, was not brave enough and united other warriors around him, he might have been destroyed by others.
It's not that they don't want to be with their own tribe, but that they are forced to separate and trapped. Another group of people is besieging the old, weak, sick and disabled of the tribe, and plundering cattle, sheep and horses.
Yan Yan suddenly became angry. After all, he was also a member of the Yan tribe. He had grown up among these people and had some feelings for him.
"Dahei, let's fight."
Yan Yan roughly lifted the body of the demon wolf from Dahei's head, grabbed Dahei's big ears and said, for fear that it would not understand.
Baluluulu
Dahei shook his head dissatisfied, his eyes widened as he looked at the bustling battlefield.
Moo
Dahei roared, raised his front hooves, and lifted up the hill-like corpse of the demon wolf in one go. This is how smart this guy is, he can tell the difference between good and bad.
Rock flew up onto the cow's back, drew out the broken knife, lowered his body, and pointed down the mountain.
Da Heixin understood the idea, turned into a black shadow, and rushed over like lightning.
"rocks, pebbles"
"Rock, what are you doing? Come back."
When they passed by Dashi and the others, they were frightened. They were known as the top ten warriors of the Rock Tribe. Now they can't even control the tribe and are being forced to retreat. What's the use of you alone? This is not about rushing to kill people.
What.
Although you, Rock, also hold the title of a tribal warrior, who would admit that you are just a child?
At this moment, Dahei had already crashed into the crowd with his master, but the scene left everyone stunned. It was so bloody and brutal.
When people are fighting, the horses coming from the opposite side will not collide with each other, and they will always avoid the people on the horses using their swords to chop at each other.
Unless it is extremely dense, no one would crash into each other stupidly. It would be a lose-lose and thankless thing.
However, at this moment, their understanding was overturned. Dahei kept hitting the horse's head, which was called a fierce and cruel person.
Looking at the one who was hit by Dahei, it was a tragedy. It could be said that it was simply terrible. The bones and tendons of the horse beneath him were broken on the spot, and the person flew into the sky. After hitting several people in this way, no one dared to stop him.
There is no such thing as a fool.
Even the rock was dumbfounded. He waved his hand in embarrassment and cut off the knife. It seemed that Dahei was there, saving a lot of effort and not even using the knife. He was a bit of a bully or something.
"Hey, boy, this stupid cow can't be called a warrior. Come on, let's fight for three hundred rounds."
Those who had suffered a big loss were still reasonable and shouted that they wanted to fight the rock alone.
"What's going on, I'm going to bully you, what's going on."
The rock made Dahei turn around and rush towards it again. If you have strong points, don't use them. I'm not stupid to fight you alone.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way."
Two horses, one black and one white, emerged from the crowd on the opposite side. They looked very similar to each other, and they looked like brothers at first glance.
The Duosi tribe, the Duo family brothers, are among the best warriors among the tribes nearby, and their stature is much stronger than the big stone of the Yan tribe.
The key is that these two guys are young and strong guys, while Dashi is already old.
Two people, two horses, and two scimitars. The horses were divided to the left and right, facing the rock at an angle. It looked like they were veterans of the battlefield. They knew how to defeat the strong with the weak, and they should have put themselves on the stronger side.
Being on the weak side shows how cautious they are.
Shi Yan reached into his arms, pulled out a short knife, broke the knife in his right hand, and used the short knife in his left hand. The spiritual power in his Dantian moved directly to the two knives, and he lowered his body to face the two of them.
The horses accelerated, the cattle galloped, and everyone looked at them.
Show it off!
Dahei ran wildly in excitement and crashed into one of the horses.
The brothers of the Duo family turned their horses' heads, and the real man and horse became one, and passed by the big black. At the same time, the scimitars raised high fell like thunder.
The knife in the rock's hand was raised and swung out by the lightning, and it collided with the oncoming scimitar. The knife was too short and quite passive, but it didn't lose anything.
The two sides separated, Dahei shook his head and tail, and started kicking anxiously because he failed to hit the opponent's horse.
The rock patted the big black head gently, soothing it not to move. Looking at the broken knife in the hand, it was no longer usable. There were new cracks and it looked like it could be broken at any time. After all, it was an injured thing. It was good to be able to block this blow.
.
The duel between the warriors didn't need to be much. Just this one meeting made everyone recognize the status of the Rock Warriors. Who can escape unscathed in such a dangerous environment?
Including the Duo brothers, they were even more cautious when they came back. With just a test, they regarded the rock as a powerful opponent. Two against one, they were unable to do anything to their opponent, which showed that the opponent was strong enough.
In their eyes, it was impossible for ordinary warriors to withstand their combined attacks, not to mention that the person facing him was a twelve or thirteen year old child.
I thought I was being very powerful, which was a bit too much, but the result was quite a slap in the face. After all, the two of us were adults, and they were still among the best warriors. The fact that they could not cut off a child from his horse was enough to show that the other party was not simple, and could even be said to be
Terrible.
At this moment, the warriors of the Rock Tribe behind the rock can be said to be ecstatic, having experienced exciting ups and downs.
The rise of the rock gave them hope in despair, and they were literally crying with joy, the hope of survival from a desperate situation.
"fighting."
A ferocious look flashed in Dashi's eyes. He didn't want to let Shi Yan face him alone. Shi Yan's performance was beyond imagination, but there were two people on the other side.
If anything goes wrong, everything will be over, so he has to stay with Yan Yan. Even if he and others die in battle, the Yan tribe will not die as long as Yan Yan is there. This is how the Yan tribe has been inherited in the past generations. Maybe today is the Yan tribe.
The beginning of a new generation.
"Rock, go on."
Dashi came to the side of the rock and threw the scimitar in his hand.
This is the best scimitar of the Rock Tribe, and it is also the sword of the leader of the Rock Tribe. It has been handed down from generation to generation and has been handed over many times in the blood and fire of the battlefield. It is also the handover of the old and the new.
The handover of the sword also completes the replacement of the old with the new. This sword is inheritance and responsibility, and it is the tie in the heart of the person who holds the sword.
Picking up the knife is a responsibility.
Rock's face darkened at that time, and he felt the weight of the knife, which was weighing heavily on his heart. I don't know why, but there seemed to be a calling from somewhere.
To be honest, he Yan Yan didn't want to accept it. Now he was focused on cultivation. He didn't want to care about the tribe's affairs and couldn't care about it. After all, he was still too young.
After coming into contact with the old gods on the sacred mountain, he knew that there was a wider world in this world, and that was the place he truly yearned for.
He believed he would go, not only for himself, but also for the sake of his missing sister.
But the reality is like this. Just because you don’t want to, doesn’t mean that everything will happen. Things will always happen, such as the present one. It is obviously impossible to end it without solving it.