Su Ming held a spear and walked at the front of the crowd. Behind him were the tribesmen who were not protected by the statues. There were... no old people among them.
There is still more than half of the road ahead, but Su Ming's footsteps are becoming more and more steady. In this jungle, too much blood of the Wushan tribe has been left, leaving behind every soul.
Nowadays, apart from Su Ming and Lei Chen, the only barbarians who can continue fighting are Shan Hen. As for the clan leader and Nan Song, with the support of their clansmen, they are on their way and constantly healing their wounds. They are anxious in their hearts and want to use the fastest speed.
speed recovery.
Beiling, on the other hand, has completely lost the qualification to fight. He lost an arm and a large amount of blood flowed out. If it were not for Chen Xin, he would have fallen long ago.
At this moment, Shan Hen's body was also full of blood. In silence, he was at the back of the tribe, his expression sometimes in a trance. There was complexity in it, and there was an unspeakable thought. Whenever this thought was revealed, he would
Hold your chest tightly.
It was as if there was a force there that could support him and keep going.
In the sky, the battle between Grandpa Mo Sang and Heishan Bitu turned into a roaring sound that lingered for a long time. Until late at night, until the sky was bright, the battle still continued, as if there was no end to the death between the two.
Because of the ravines in the earth, the curtain of light rising into the sky, and the barbaric skills of Nansong sacrificing his life in actual combat, all these things bought a lot of time for the migration of the tribe.
When daybreak came, everyone in the Wushan tribe was exhausted. They had been walking for two consecutive nights. In the cold, they seemed unable to hold on for long, but they still gritted their teeth and moved as fast as they could.
The sky was already bright, and the sun shone down on the earth and fell on the bodies of the tribesmen in the jungle, giving them a slight warmth, but the coldness of the snow on the earth was biting.
"According to our speed, we will reach Fengzhen Tribe around this time tomorrow!" Lei Chen said softly beside Su Ming.
"There's still one last day!" Lei Chen clenched his fists.
"It's not a day, it's half a day!" Su Ming was silent for a moment, then spoke hoarsely as he walked.
Lei Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief when he heard that Su Ming was finally no longer silent. He was very worried about Su Ming being in that silent state.
"Tonight, you should be able to enter Fengzhen Budi's sphere of influence. It will be much safer if you leave this jungle." Su Ming said calmly.
"I hope this day will be safe..." Lei Chen looked back at the tribesmen, looking at their tired looks, and sighed inwardly. He then looked at Su Ming in front of him, whose thin back made him feel like
The illusion of a mountain ridge.
After an hour passed slowly, a weak voice came from the crowd. The voice was firm and wavering.
"Su Ming, let me stay."
The speaker was the willow flute who had been seriously injured before and was playing the death song. He was taken away by the tribesmen, but now, he could not continue and did not want to drag down the footsteps of the tribesmen.
Liu Di struggled to stand up and looked ahead. Su Ming stopped and looked at him with a smile on his face. He walked to the big tree beside him and sat down against it. The wounds on his body were touched and blood flowed out again.
"You... let's go..." Liu Di took out the dead body and put it to his mouth, as if he was about to play music, but he had no strength to look at the sky and wait for death to come.
Su Ming was silent. He also closed his eyes but quickly opened them. He did not speak, but took a deep look at Liu Di, turned around and continued moving forward with his clansmen.
Along the way, several other tribesmen smiled and stayed, not wanting to drag down the tribe. Among them, Bei Ling also wanted to do the same, but with Chen Xin crying and being forced to carry him, he could not say those words.
Xishou also woke up on the way. Although he had lost his legs, he still had the strength to fight. Being carried by a tribesman, he did not stay, but prepared to self-destruct his own blood line at the eighth level of coagulation.
, leave it to the enemy who can chase you at any time.
Su Ming remained silent. He did not stop any tribesman who wanted to stay, but his hand tightened. He knew that his grandfather gave the Wushan tribe to him because he wanted him to take them with him.
To get to safety, he had to finish.
When the sky of the day slowly entered dusk, Su Ming's heart, which had always been held high, began to relax. They walked out of the vast jungle and walked to the vast plain belonging to the Fengzhen tribe. Here
, much safer than the jungle. After all, this place is within the scope of Fengzhen. If the Montenegro barbarians break in without a summons, Fengzhen will never allow it.
After all the Wushan clan members entered the plain, the clan leader and Nansong also recovered some of their cultivation, and it seemed that all disasters would be over.
But at this moment, the whole earth suddenly shook faintly. The center of this vibration should be far away, but its intensity was still clearly felt even if it was transmitted here.
"Barbarian Gong's seal was broken..." Nan Song closed his eyes, opened them after a moment, and spoke slowly.
As his words spread, the people in the Wushan tribe became nervous again.
"According to the speed of the Montenegro tribe, it will take some time for them to catch up with us...but they can surely catch up with us before we reach the Fengzhen tribe.
If we bet that Montenegro dare not step into the Fengzhen Plain, then we don’t have to pay attention to fate..." Nan Song said softly.
"We can't afford to bet." Su Ming stopped and looked at the dark jungle behind him, then turned to look at the clan leader who had recovered some cultivation, and looked at his skinny face, which seemed to have lost a lot of flesh and blood.
Clan leader, many people have been left behind along the way, and I did not lose my temper. It was their choice... Now, it is my turn to stay." Su Ming said, walking towards the back of the crowd.
The leader of the Wushan clan, a man in his forties, looked at Su Ming. This Ding, Rasu, whom he had not paid much attention to in the past, gave him a deep shock. He sighed softly and nodded.
"I'll stay too." Lei Chen walked out without hesitation and stood beside Su Ming.
Su Ming looked at him, and he looked at Su Ming, grinning innocently.
"You said that I can't die first. If I die, we brothers will have to close our eyes together."
"I'll stay too." Nan Song took a deep breath. His old face was now more wrinkled and gray, but it had a faint sickly rosiness.
"And me!" The man who had lost his legs said in a deep voice.
"I'll stay too!" Beiling turned his head away from Chen Xin's tears and looked at Su Ming, and said firmly.
"Om, you can't stay. The safety of the clan requires you to help the clan leader save his life...and when you reach the Fengzhen tribe safely, you have to teach those Lasu bow and arrow skills..." The one who spoke,
It's a mountain mark.
This taciturn man walked out from the crowd. He usually didn't speak much, but when he spoke now, he was unquestionably decisive.
"As for you, Beiling..." Shan Hen walked to Beiling's side, his expression once again complicated.
"Uncle Shan Hen, I..." Beiling was about to speak, but at this moment, Shan Hen suddenly raised his right hand, and slashed Beiling's neck, which immediately stopped Beiling's words, and he fell down and passed out.
.
"You are the hope of the tribe's future. You can't go... I'll stay." Shan Hen said calmly, walking towards Nansong and standing there looking at the familiar faces in the tribe for a long time before lowering his head.
The Wushan clan leader was silent, stepped forward, and took out an animal bone the size of a baby's fist from his arms. The animal bone was white in color and looked very ordinary. He handed the bone to Su Ming.
"Hold it. This bone is a pair and has wonderful functions. When its color turns red, it means we have reached Fengzhen and are safe."
Su Ming took it silently and put it into his arms with great care.
The leader of the Wushan tribe took a deep look at the few people left behind, sighed, turned around and led the tribesmen, and walked firmly in the direction of Fengzhen. The ordinary tribesmen of the Wushan tribe did not lose much, but they
The scenes they saw on the road made every clan member look back at the four figures standing there and burst into tears as they walked.
I don’t know who was the first to wave his hand. Soon, all the tribesmen waved goodbye to Su Ming and the four of them in tears. They knew that none of these four people might be able to survive. They and the sacrifice
Like those tribesmen, they are ready to use their lives to build the last flesh and blood barrier to protect the tribe.
"Brother Su Ming." As the crowd moved forward, a childish voice came out, and then he saw the little girl named Tongtong running out. Su Ming took a few steps forward, squatted down, and touched the little girl's cheek.
Some dry hair.
"Brother Su Ming, after everything is over and grandpa comes back, at that time, can you help Tongtong get Pipi back?"
Su Ming smiled, kissed the little girl on the forehead, and nodded.
The little girl looked at Su Ming with a sweet smile, and suddenly whispered into his ear.
"Brother Su Ming, I have a secret that even mom and dad don't know, and even Pippi doesn't know. You must come back. When you come back, I will tell you this secret." The little girl said, biting her lip.
, holding back the tears, turned around and ran towards the crowd.
Su Ming watched her enter the crowd and waved to him. As the clan members gradually left, the smile on her face slowly faded away.
There was silence all around, and the moon in the sky slowly became clear. That moon, tonight, is a full moon... The round moon hung high in the sky, and after blending with the silence of the earth, it seemed to be killing.
The moonlight is much brighter than before, falling on the plain, reflecting the shadows of the four people, showing determination in the loneliness.
Su Ming sat down cross-legged. Beside him was Lei Chen, and in front of them was Nansong with his eyes closed. As for Shanhen, not far away, a man was sitting there, looking at the sky, not knowing what he was thinking about writing.
What.
"Lei Chen, sit behind me. You are not strong enough to fight fiercely. Let me borrow your energy and blood to keep you safe." Nan Song spoke slowly.
Lei Chen did not hesitate, and immediately stood up and came to Nan Song, sitting cross-legged behind him. He didn't know what method Nan Song used, but he saw a bloody light emerging from the two of them, covering them both.
After that, no one spoke. They were waiting for the Montenegrin troops to arrive. Su Ming sat silently, grabbing the snow on the ground with his left hand, and cleaned the palm of his unwounded left hand, making it very clean.
Finally, he took out a vial from his arms, poured out a blood-colored pill, held it in his left hand, and closed his eyes.
Time passed slowly. Two hours later, when the moon in the sky reached its thickest, Su Ming closed his eyes and felt as if the blood in his body was about to boil.
"They are coming!" Nan Song said.
Su Ming opened his eyes suddenly.
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