Following Bahrain's words, Song Liyun's brows twitched slightly on his expressionless face.
At this time, she saw another side of the Wuda tribe, and understood that Zhao Tingduo, who appeared in front of her easily every time, was actually facing a dangerous living environment.
There is also the Dongyue tribe, which Song Liyun has never heard of.
When the Wuda tribe returned to the grassland with full fledged wings, they repelled a provocation from the East Vietnam tribe.
It was also that powerful counterattack that seriously injured Abli.
Immediately afterwards, the Dongyue tribe lost its strength when it raided the Wu Dynasty, and encountered internal divisions in the tribe. Its strength was greatly reduced, and it lost its qualifications for the royal court.
The leader Abli had to take more than a thousand of his splintered relatives back to the Mida Valley from the Chiyang Grassland where the royal court of the Di tribe was located, where they faced off against their old enemy the Wuda tribe.
On one side is a rising star who is poised for success, and on the other is a notorious, cruel and ruthless old butcher.
Between the two are twenty years of massacre, and the hatred that caused Abli's fall a year ago.
When we met again at this time, the two sides no longer looked down upon or looked down upon. Every contact was a battle.
Mida Valley is full of bloodshed.
Two people and thousands of horses.
Galloping on the ground, there are instantly dotted with countless black spots leaping rapidly. They are horses roaring and neighing, like strong winds and waves, like turbulent waves.
As the horses came into contact, the flying scimitar brought up a trace of blood mist...
Bahrain only knew some simple vocabulary of the Wu Dynasty, but those words "kill" were full of blood.
Song Liyun's heart was in her throat. She just wanted to know one ending, that is, how was Zhao Tingduo's safety?
Unfortunately, Bahrain hurriedly retreated from the Mida Valley at the beginning of the war. He did not know the specific situation.
The only thing that can be determined is that the two sides are evenly matched, there is no clear winner yet, and the war is stalemate, otherwise other tribes will not have to run anymore.
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The tribe closest to Kunbu is one day away.
Song Liyun was no longer accompanied by Song Dekui and Song Dekui this time. In addition to the five Wudong people sent by Xiao Zongqi, there were also five Dilu people including Ba Lin.
Since she was traveling in the name of a caravan, she naturally had to catch up with her carriage.
On the carriage, in addition to the cardboard house, there were also grain, salt, tobacco leaves, cloth, and the old horse.
After hearing Wu Dong talk about it in Kunbu, she realized how dangerous it was when passing through the swamp.
If they are not careful, they will fall into those blisters that are only covered with a thin layer of ice. It was Lao Ma who took them there on the real road.
When Song Dekui learned that the crushed ice he was crushing with every step he took was actually the God of Death lying on his neck, he couldn't help but be shocked. He hugged the old horse's neck and praised: "One pound of salt, I won't scream in the future."
You are a pound of salt. I call you Lao Yan, Lao Yan. You are a great hero. I will cover all your food and water in the future, and I will never treat you unfairly."
Lao Ma didn't understand what sensationalism was, so he just raised his bony head and impatiently shook off the pendant around his neck.
He took two steps away, tilted his head and reached into the cardboard box placed at the rear of the cart, and picked up a large mouthful of fodder from inside.
There is feed specially prepared for horses, which can be eaten at any time.
Song Dekui laughed: "Eat, eat! Master Song will give you more after you finish eating."
Wu Dong rode over: "Boss Song, we can set off. Don't you need to put on the rope, Lao Yan?"
Song Dekui shook his head: "There's no need to tie it up, Old Yan won't run around."
The old horse had no reins and did not run around. It followed Song Dekui and Song Liyun every step of the way.
The animal's needs are simple and straightforward. The old horse's teeth can no longer chew hay. It was hungry for a long time before being replaced.
Since the two humans in front of it can give it soft fodder and clean water, it naturally won't leave.
Both Wu Dong and Balin were very puzzled that Song Liyun wanted to bring such an old horse that could not be ridden or run.
It was said before that the old horse was needed to lead the way, but now that Wu Dong and the others were there, having such a horse was redundant. After all, a horse is a horse, and it doesn't understand where people are going. It was probably a coincidence that it could lead Song Liyun out of the swamp.
Song Liyun didn't have much explanation. She felt that a dumb animal was sometimes more reliable than a person, especially on a grassland that she was unfamiliar with.
Besides, raising another old horse will only consume more food, and you can afford it.
The winter grassland wind is biting, the chrysanthemum green horses are running in the carriage, and the breath they exhale condenses into white mist.
Song Liyun, who was sitting in the carriage, was wrapped tightly and could not feel the cold.
Because they were carrying a carriage, the group of people was not moving very fast. It was not until the sky was getting dark and snowflakes were falling in the sky that they arrived at their destination, a small flat land under a gentle slope.
This is the tribe called Xiaocha that Bahrain mentioned, but it is empty at this time.
The remaining horse stakes, hay gnawed by cattle and sheep, and traces of human activities all indicate that this place was once a camp.
Wudong and others separated and searched for traces of the tribe. Bahrain frowned and looked anxious.
"Miss Song, I'm afraid the Xiaocha tribe has moved away!"
Song Liyun dismounted and looked around the piles of black ashes.
There are ten ash masses here, and there should be ten tents.
In the middle of winter, a tribe of dozens of people left at will?
The people brought by Bahrain quickly looked around. The traces left by hundreds of cattle and sheep marked the direction of the tribe to the north.
What reasons would cause the tribe to move their tents despite the wind and snow?
And the direction is still to move back. Could it be that the winner has been decided in the Mida Valley?
Several people were very confused.
It's just that it's getting dark now, so we can't go on the road anymore, so we have to stay in this empty camp for the time being.
There are no tribes and tents, only camping.
Wudong and the others were sergeants who had been patrolling the grasslands. Although they did not sleep in the open air every day, they also had experience in spending nights in the wild. They immediately started digging pits on the ground with knives.
Laying hay in the pit can keep you warm and cold.
A few people from Bahrain had grown up in the grasslands. They could find a sheltered slope and spend the night wrapped in sheepskin mattresses.
All their problems are what to do with Miss Song.
While the ten people were busy preparing to spend the night, Song Dekui had already called Wu Dong to come over and help.
"Lao Wu, come here and help build a house!"
Song Dekui stood beside the carriage, jumping on his feet and shouting to Wu Dong and others who were moving earth and stones.
Wu Dong came over, looked at the boards stacked on the carriage and asked, "What are you building a house for? What are these?"
At this time, Song Dekui had loosened the ropes binding the wooden boards, revealing the "boards" and wood piled randomly inside.
When he saw Wu Dong and others coming over, he handed a long board over from the car and chuckled: "Don't stand there, everyone help me!"
When Wu Dong saw a three-inch-thick wooden board stretched out in front of him, he subconsciously used all his strength to pick it up.
I didn't expect to buy it but it was surprisingly light.
He exerted too much force, said "Ouch", and fell back heavily while holding the cardboard.
The fall was real, and the thick cardboard fell on him, and suddenly he couldn't even see the corners of his clothes.
Before Song Dekui, who was laughing so hard that he bent over, could step forward to grab someone, a steel knife was already slashing at him.