Full of energy, I cursed at the entrance of this passage for a quarter of an hour.
The officers who received the news came one by one, and they all stood far behind me, looking at this passage with their eyes and looking like idiots... I think half of the officers' expressions were because of the appearance of this passage.
It was a very sudden passage, and the other half was because I kept pointing at the sky and mouthing dirty words.
From the dark moon to the darkness, I rarely get angry no matter who the other person is. But when I am really angry, no one except Fishette and my ladies dare to persuade me. Even my wives
Even my brothers couldn't help it.
In fact, Moya is too stupid to persuade, and Helter knows that his efforts are in vain and is too lazy to persuade. Marfa's persuasion can be understood as fanning the flames in another aspect, and Jack... usually he will distance himself first, and then
Watching the excitement happily.
When I was tired of scolding, Carlos winked at Helter, and the two of them walked to the middle of the passage to check.
"Sir." After a while, Carlos walked up to me and said, "This passage is quite strange. The road in the middle of the passage is full of grasses as short as two knuckles. These grasses are as neat as those in the royal garden.
It’s like grass, and it also exudes a faint fragrance.”
"This fat woman! What's going on!" I cursed in my heart.
"Boss." Haiert came back with a few wild fruits in his hand: "There are fruit trees on both sides of the passage. These fruits are edible and taste pretty good."
"This unloved fat woman! What the hell is going on?" I cursed in my mind again.
"Boss, I just flew along the passage for a while." Wen, who was standing behind me, said: "There will be a fairly large circular open space every fifty miles in the passage, which can accommodate many people to rest!"
"You fat bitch who will never be loved! Pig head marshmallow, what the hell is going on!" My face was ashen, and the anger in my heart could not be calmed down.
"Damn Marshmallow, where did you go when we started the war? Do you know... how much we paid to survive?" I looked at the sky above my head again, feeling unspeakable grievances in my heart: "
You just now know how to create a passage, so does the battle that my troops and I fought before have any meaning? Do the soldiers who died in front of us have any meaning? Do you know how many people's sacrifices have been obliterated in this way?
"
After a long time, my irritable mood relaxed a little, and after exhaling a sullen breath, my face gradually calmed down.
"Make arrangements, the troops are preparing to evacuate from here." Finally, I let my head start to work normally. After all, our current situation is not very good: "Wen, your wingman scouts will go first, Haiert, you take one
The regiment goes to the front, Carlos, you go contact the tribal leader about the retreat... I will lead two regiments as rearguard. That's it, act quickly!"
"Yes!" several people responded in unison.
The preparations went quite smoothly. An hour after Helter led a regiment of light cavalry into the area, the tribal leaders had already divided the refugees into teams of one thousand people, until they watched them begin to enter the passage in an orderly manner.
I just believe this channel is real.
Although the passage is quite wide, the movement speed of the refugees is really not very fast. It was not until midnight that less than 200,000 people entered. When I was worried about the tens of thousands of wounded in the army, the newly elected general secretary of the army was elected by dozens of tribes.
The leader has arrived.
"Good evening, sir." The chief, who was less than thirty years old, knelt on his knees and saluted me: "The new chief of the Thirty-Six Tribes has an audience with Mr. Cohen."
"Well, it's been selected." I was sitting on a stone next to the passage. I only looked up at him and continued to read the information in my hand: "Stand up and talk. What's your name?"
"Yes, sir." He stood up: "My name is Jiadnan."
"What?" I was a little surprised. Why did he call him this name? "You said your name was Jiadenan?"
"Yes."
My eyes stared straight at him: "Why do you have this name? Aren't you the person who led the drums after Jiadenan's death? Are you Jiadenan's son?"
"Sir, I have no blood relationship with the previous clan leader." The new leader bowed his head, put his hands on both sides of his body, and answered me cautiously: "Jiadenan is the special name for the clan leader of our clan. Every clan leader takes over after taking over.
When you become a patriarch, you must give up everything personal, including your own name."
"That's right, then Jiadenan... no, what was the name of your last clan leader?"
"Sir, we don't know. Or maybe we have forgotten. We must forget."
It's really a strange tradition, and this tradition makes me a little unhappy. In my heart, there can only be one Jiadenan, and it will be forever.
"I'm too lazy to tell you so much." Because his name made me very uncomfortable, my tone of voice became tougher, and my words naturally revealed a domineering tone: "There is already a Jiadenan, you just
You can’t use this name!”
"But Master..." He did not dare to object: "Then what should my name be?"
"That's good." Thinking that this is their tradition after all, and thinking of Jiadenan's stubborn face, I couldn't help but feel soft. I waved my hand and said, "Just call me Little Jiadenan. This is an order."
"Yes, sir, then I will be called Little Jiadenan from now on."
"Oh? You agreed so readily." I was not surprised at all by his submissive reaction: "You have something to trouble me, tell me."
"Ah...yes!" Little Jiadenan didn't expect that I could see through his thoughts easily. He was a little caught off guard and said hurriedly: "That's it, sir...there are more than 700,000 refugees outside the battlefield. They, they
also want……"
"What the hell do those people have to do with me?" I feel angry when I mention these refugees.
"Sir, have mercy! They are also refugees from the thirty-six tribes. We are living in the same neighborhood and it is hard to part with them!"
"It's already very difficult for me to take care of you, and I'm even less interested in them. Have they done anything for me?" Just give little Jiadnan a little trouble. I want to see his mind.
"Master Cohen, please have mercy!" Little Jiadenan knelt down on the ground again with a plop, and begged me bitterly: "They fled with us, and they separated in order to find another way after the canyon was blocked.
This is also the decision made by the previous patriarch!"
Oh...you also know how to use Jiadenan to impress me.
"Tell me honestly, is this the idea of those thirty or so old guys?" I said to him in a calm tone: "For the lives of more than 700,000 refugees, they made you the chief.
Is it their idea for you to use Jiadenan to impress me? It seems like you have a lot of tricks up your sleeves!"
"Yes..., please forgive me!" Little Jiadenan's head had already dropped to the ground: "If you blame me, let me bear it alone!"
"Little Jiadenan, don't say I didn't warn you. I owe Jiadenan a lot, but I, Cohen, am by no means a person who blindly repays gratitude. I know what is important and what is not." I put down the information in my hand and spoke to him very seriously.
He said: "Go and tell the tribal leaders that if you have something to discuss with me, you'd better be direct and don't try to play tricks on me."
"I don't dare anymore... I don't dare anymore... Please forgive me, sir. But what about those refugees? If you don't care about them, sir, they will all be killed by the demon alliance!"
"Their lives are actually in your hands."
"Sir...I don't understand what you are saying."
"Little Jiadenan, I have already said that you can't impress me with Jiadenan." I reminded him: "Why don't you directly request me in your own name? You are the leader and fight for the lives of the people in your territory.
It’s reasonable.”
"Sir...I understand."
It can be seen that this little Jiadenan is not very stupid. He understood my hint and solemnly saluted me again and said: "The leader of the thirty-six tribes, little Jiadenan asked Mr. Cohen Keda, please don't
Abandon these 700,000 refugees! The thirty-six tribes will always be grateful for your kindness and will always be loyal to you!"
He's not very stupid, so this guy deserves to be promoted.
"You are the new chief. If I don't agree to your first request...what prestige will you have in front of these tribal leaders in the future?" I thought about it and made a decision in my heart: "This way
, you go and make arrangements, organize these hundreds of thousands of refugees into formation immediately, have them gather at the passage and explain my rules to them."
"Thank you, sir! Thank you, sir!" My decision made little Jiadnan overjoyed: "I will go and make arrangements right away. They will remember everything I did today, and they will remember it forever."
"You have to remember that as a general leader, you must have the majesty of a general leader, and you cannot let the leaders of small tribes lead you by the nose. When you go back, reprimand the tribal leaders who gave you ideas, and let them
Let them see how powerful you are. What I need is a real chief, not a yes man." I reminded him: "Also, Jiadnan is a man of backbone, and I respect him very much. As his successor,
You also need to show some backbone to me and don’t kneel down to others casually!”
"Yes, sir!" Little Jiadenan stood up: "I will try my best to do it."
Watching little Jiadenan leave, Jack, who was standing aside, walked over.
"Boss, why do you still need to bring those 700,000 refugees?" Jack asked me in a low voice: "Our marching team is already very bloated."
"Do you think I want to take them with me?" I touched Jack's head: "These refugees deliver news very quickly. If we don't take them with us, our whereabouts will definitely be exposed within a day or two."
"Then boss, why don't you agree to him happily?"
"Jack, you have to remember that when dealing with such subordinates, we must make him respect and fear us, because they have many bad habits." I can never be cruel to this little brother: "Never let them
Know your true thoughts. Even if you can agree to something, you should also find some excuse for them to plead again and again. This will not only show your courage and independence, but they will also be grateful. Just like just now, if I agreed immediately
With his request, little Jiadenan will think that I am easy to talk to, and the frivolity in their hearts will immediately revive, and things will be difficult to handle in the future."
"Haha..." Jack laughed dryly: "Boss, you are so smart."
"Keep in mind that excessive care will only be counterproductive. Many things must be done slowly." I patted Jack's head: "This way, it will be good for them and us."
"I know, boss..." Jack wanted to say something more, but was interrupted by the sound of footsteps, and it was Moya who came over.
"Boss, the dead on the tribe's side have been buried, and the bodies of our fallen soldiers have been carried on the carriage." Moya said to me: "All the wounded in the army have also been carried on the carriage... But what happened to the soldiers of the Demon Alliance Army?
What to do? Many of their wounded who survived are still groaning."
"What should we do? Move their wounded to one place, cut off their limbs, and let them fend for themselves. We need to set an example for other demon coalition forces." I replied in a calm tone: "Don't worry about the demon coalition forces.
Those corpses, but that lieutenant general is still a good soldier...Give him his head back, put him in a suit of armor, and find a place to display it."
"Yes!" Moya had no objection to my order after having dealt with the enemy's wounded last time.
"Be quick, the demon alliance may already be on their way here."
"yes!"
The huge, bloated, and injured team made this difficult retreat last for two days and two nights. After the last group of refugees finally entered the passage, my heart that had been in my throat finally returned to its original position...
As for the refugees in the canyon, I don't have time to wait for them to slowly withdraw, and little Jiadnan understands this.
After packing up everything and making sure nothing was missing, I retreated into the passage with the two delayed groups.
When the last soldier retreated, a large number of vines suddenly appeared on the mud at the entrance of the passage. They were entangled with each other and grew rapidly. There were also many large trees in the middle that were as thick as a person's arms... and the entrance to the passage was sealed in an instant.
It is so tight that all the plants are exactly the same as the dense forests on both sides, as if this passage has never existed.
Moreover, when we walked out of a section of the passage, a section was closed, as if something was directing the growth of these plants. The whole scene made my soldiers' eyes almost fall out... After daybreak, Carlos came to report to me.
The situation of the injured and the strange things made Carlos, who was always shrewd and steady, stutter this time.
Walking on this passage, the recovery speed of the lightly and seriously injured people was far beyond my imagination. Many of the lightly wounded people have completely recovered, and the injuries of the seriously injured people have all stabilized. After entering the passage, no one died again!
Carlos is a very serious guy. He tried his best to find out the reason, and it turned out that it was the kind of grass growing in the passage that exudes a faint fragrance. This kind of grass has excellent healing effects, and the smell alone
It’s already so magical, what if you swallow it whole?
What's there to be polite about? I ordered Carlos to not only use this "treasure" for external and internal use on the wounded, but also load it with mud on more than a hundred carriages - such a good treasure must of course be transported
Go back to the dark side and forget about artificial cultivation!
There are fruit trees within a hundred steps on both sides of the passage. The fruits on them are much more delicious than dry food. No one of the refugees touches the dry food at all. They eat fruit with every meal and are still full of energy. I can't help but admire them.
It's really easy to feed them... It would be great if they could also fill their stomachs by eating mud and chewing stones.
The wide passage, the healing grass, the fruit trees on the roadside, and the huge resting space... Everything on this passage is simply for our exhausted team with many injuries."
Tailor-made”.
I was not surprised to think that this was mostly Marshmallow's fault, but a lot of rumors spread among the soldiers and refugees.
The theory I am most willing to accept is that "a mysterious person created this passage. The mysterious person did it under the orders of Chief Cohen. He was scolded by Chief Cohen because he was too slow..."
The one I reluctantly accepted was "This passage was created by a mysterious figure. Chief Cohen has a very close relationship with the mysterious figure who created this passage. He came to help Chief Cohen when he saw that he was in a difficult situation..."
The category that I find most unacceptable is "Chief Cohen has many mysterious friends, and this passage was created by them at Chief Cohen's request..."
This word "request" makes me very dissatisfied. Have I requested marshmallows? No?
But no matter what, these rumors have deepened my influence among the refugees. Looking at this inaccessible channel, the refugees believe that I am a very powerful character, and they are right to follow me!
So...I am not going to refute the rumors.
On the first day of retreating into the passage, the entire army advanced about eighty miles. I was very frustrated with this speed, but in fact I had already tried my best and brought millions of refugees. It was impossible to increase the speed.
.
The speed on our side is extremely slow, and the reinforcements from the Demon Alliance have already arrived. According to the report of the Yiren scouts, the Demon Alliance behind them swarmed towards Tucheng like a nest exploded. It seems that they
We have received news of the defeat of the war.
It was just getting dark when the reconnaissance branch of the Demon Alliance came to the passage. I was munching on fruit at that time.
"Boss... Big!" Wen, who was flying back in the air, couldn't catch up and fell down next to me. He scrambled to get up and said to me: "The enemy's scouts are here!"
"Why are you panicking?" I spit out the core in my mouth and wiped the sweat from Wen's forehead: "What is this thing? It actually scared our brave Wen like this?"
"Boss, this is no joke..." Wen said very seriously, "This is a gryphon!"
"Gryphon?" I scratched my head, surprised that Wen, who always had a playful smile, would have a serious expression: "What is that?"
"Gryphons are a rare type of Warcraft. They look like lions with wings, with sharp claws and a strong body. Although they are not as agile as us wingmen, their lethality is far greater than ours." Wen Wen
He said somewhat unnaturally: "So... that is the natural enemy of our Yiren."
"Are you afraid because of this?" I said disapprovingly: "They are monsters, and you are winged people; they have no brains, but you have brains... You can cook them and eat them if you want, so why are you afraid of them?"
"Boss... Griffins are indeed monsters." Wen's expression became a bit dumbfounded: "Griffins that can be used as scouts will carry griffon knights on their backs... they will have brains."
"Do it!" I stood up suddenly: "All hunting teams are on standby!" (To be continued)