All this is still imagination, the Uda tribe has not been found yet, the Pingshan tribe is not a good place to stay, and now the tent I live in is almost buried in the snow.
Suppressing the calculations in his heart, Zhang Qishan led several others to start clearing the snow.
In the tent, dozens of Di soldiers were lying on sheepskin mattresses.
In order to keep warm, the tent was built low and airtight, and the air inside was so turbid that it was suffocating.
Pingshan peed and returned to the tent, where he immediately frowned at the smell inside.
He kicked the person lying on the ground: "Bavan, have you fed the horse?"
The person who was woken up by his kick didn't even open his eyes. He first reached out and fished two handfuls under his crotch, and then muttered: "Pingshantou man, where can you feed the horses now? How can you let those Wu Dynasty pigs
Let the horses go early!"
They came out to fight, so they could bring dry food for people. How could they bring fine food for horses?
Pingshan's face was dark, and he kicked the few people lying on the ground hard: "Get up and let go, we have to set off today!"
The people who were hurt by his kicks did not dare to sleep anymore, so they tied up their belts and ran out.
Others also stood up and left. In a blink of an eye, the tent was empty, and even breathing became easier.
Bawan then sat up and looked at Pingshan sideways: "I said you have only been the leader for a few days, but you put on airs every day and kick your feet when you talk?"
Pingshan said with a gloomy face: "Now that I am the leader of the tribe, you all should stop talking about the friendship we had in the past."
Bawan lay back down unhappily and muttered: "Okay, if you don't talk about the past, don't you think you can get the old man back just like this?"
Pingshan is the second son of the old man. Although he is called the head man, he has not really passed on the throne.
A month ago, the Ouda Army raided the East Vietnam Department, and the old man from the Pingshan Department happened to be taking his eldest son to discuss matters in the East Vietnam Department.
Seeing that the Uda Army only had a few dozen people, they dared to stir up trouble, so Lao Pingshan and his son volunteered to expel them, but only one of them met. The father and son were knocked off their horses and captured, and the troops they brought were also killed.
They were captured and lost everything.
The Pingshan tribe instantly lost its leader and eldest son, and Pingshan, the second son, took over the position.
Unlike the eldest son who was good at fighting since childhood, the second son was much weaker. He usually managed cattle and sheep in the tribe and knew nothing about fighting.
The Pingshan tribe had no backbone, and at this time of chaos, they could hear news every day that other tribes had been annexed by the Uda army, and they immediately hurriedly moved the entire tribe.
I want to rely on the other vassal tribes in the East Vietnam tribe for safety.
The wives of the old men in the tribe also cried and cried all day long. After the tribe was temporarily safe, they asked the new man to find a way to redeem their people.
Bawan is the child of an old man and a female servant in the clan. Although he and Pingshan are considered brothers, his mother is not a serious wife. Bawan is just an illegitimate son and has been a follower of Pingshan since he was a child.
Bawan had a quick mind, and he gave Pingshan an idea to lead a surprise attack on the Uda headquarters, capture Mrs. Wuya in exchange for the old man and eldest brother, and maybe he could also rescue the Dongyue tribe and find a backer.
They had long ago learned that in order to gain a foothold in the Mida Valley and to deal with the East Vietnamese tribe, the Uda tribe sent out all its young and strong men, leaving behind only the old, weak, women and children.
Moreover, Pingshan found a small tribe that had just been conquered and annexed by the Uda Army through the mouths of some refugees who defected to him, and got the news, and the source was very accurate.
That small tribe received a mission to deliver food to Kara Mountain.
Those grains were trophies robbed by the Uda army outside.
Anyone who wants to know who lives in Kala Mountain.
He only needs to find the Chabu Canyon in Karashan Mountain to capture Mrs. Wuya.
Power is addictive, and after just a few days, Pingshan became addicted to it.
He had little interest in replacing the old man and his eldest brother, but he was excited to hear that he could help the East Vietnam Department solve its current predicament.
If you perform meritorious service now, when the Dongyue tribe returns to the royal court later, you will be the leader of the first tribe in Dongyue.
This idea is good, but when the fifty elite cavalry of the Pingshan Department went to the appointment with the old man, they were completely wiped out by the Uda Army.
Now among the remaining men in the tribe, excluding some who are herding animals, there are only eighty selected men who can barely go to the battlefield, including those who are physically strong slave soldiers.
Although there are few people, these people are more than enough to deal with a group of women who cannot shoot bows and arrows or wield scimitars.
It's just that God's calculations are not as good as those of man. What makes this newcomer Pingshan angry is that when he is about to arrive at Mount Kara, he encounters a blizzard on the way and is trapped for two days.
Fortunately, I just found that the snow has lightened up, so I can continue on my way after feeding the horses.
There was a commotion outside the tent at this time.
The tribesmen have driven dozens of hungry horses to the snow, digging through the knee-deep snow in search of grass.
There was no dry cow dung to light a fire to boil water, so everyone ate snow and swallowed dry food, preparing to pack up their tents and go on the road.
At this time, Song Liyun and four other people were also eating in the Kala Mountain Forest.
Skiing consumes physical energy, so Song Liyun asked everyone to stop and rest every hour, eat some hot beef patties and drink a few sips of hot soup from the thermos to keep their stomachs seventy percent full.
After finishing the boiling soup in the wooden bowl, Song Dekui wiped the water stains from the corner of his mouth and exhaled: "We have traveled more than half of the mountain. If there is anyone, he should have seen it. He must be in the wrong place and not in the Kara Mountain."
Bar!"
Balin glanced at Lin Qingyuan, his eyes were very dissatisfied: Lin Qingyuan and Miss Song decided on this path. God's envoys will never make mistakes, and if they do, they will only be misled.
Lin Qingyuan didn't realize that he had been hated by others, and was still studying the hot water bottle in his hand carefully: It had been three hours since he came out of the camp, and even the best soup woman in the ice and snow should have been completely cold. Why was the soup in such a small pot still scalding hot?
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If they were copied and sold...that god wouldn't be angry!
Song Liyun put away her telescope and fell into deep thought. She discovered many traces along the way.
It's just that there are wild animals here. She is not a native hunter, so she can't tell whether they are humans or animals for a while.
All four of them had lost their minds. It was already getting late and they had to return to the camp immediately. Even if Song Liyun had space, she would not want to spend the night in the wind and snow with dozens of degrees below zero.
After packing their things, the four of them started to return the same way.
Just after the figures of several people disappeared, the snowdrift not far away began to squirm, and the movement became larger and larger. The snowdrift collapsed, and it turned out to be a snow cave.
Soon a person crawled out from inside.
The whole body is covered with thick fur, only a pair of eyes are exposed.
Not to mention hiding in a snow cave, even if you stand on the snow, you may not be able to find it.
He looked at the direction Song Liyun and the others left, and immediately used branches to sweep down the snow cave where they had just hidden, covering up the traces, and then walked back in another direction.
As I walked, I swept my footprints with branches. Snowflakes fell from the sky and fell to the ground. The light footprints soon became blurred.