"Su Ming, you..." Grandpa spoke subconsciously, but when he saw the bloodshot eyes in Su Ming's eyes, the exhaustion all over Su Ming's body and the silent persistence, these words could not be said again.
He couldn't come out because he also felt the tragic price behind Su Ming's persistence.
In his eyes, Su Ming at this moment was like an arrow leaving the string. This arrow carried an astonishing energy, was not stained with blood, and could not be stopped by anyone!
"Grandpa...I'm back." Su Ming spoke softly, just like when he returned from an ordinary outing.
Grandpa looked at Su Ming, his eyes were filled with relief, reluctance, hesitation, and a kind of complexity that Su Ming could not recognize.
"Do you want to fight for the tribe?" After a while, grandpa spoke softly.
Su Ming nodded silently.
"Even if you die, are you willing to do so?" Grandpa was silent for a moment and then spoke again.
"Everyone has to die. If I die in the war to protect my homeland, I will have no regrets!" Su Ming's calm words expressed his heart.
"Okay, Su Ming, grandpa won't stop you. Since this is your choice, I will give you a chance to fight for the tribe!" Grandpa closed his eyes as if hesitating. After a while, he opened them suddenly, revealing his decisiveness.
He knew in his heart that he could no longer stop him, otherwise, there was no telling what crazy things this child would do. Seeing Su Ming's tragedy, Grandpa felt heartbroken and felt relieved.
At this moment, all the gathered tribesmen suddenly became silent for an instant, and their eyes were all focused on the few people who were walking in outside the tribe.
The clan leader was in front, followed by Zuo Shou and Shan Hen, as well as Beiling and the tribe's sixth and seventh-level blood coagulation experts. They came back tired and stained with blood.
It's just that among them, when they left, there were obviously more people, but now, there are fewer. And there are wounds on many people, especially Beiling, who is pale and has a lot of wounds on his chest.
Blood stains show through.
In their hands, each person held a human head that was no longer bleeding. Their return aroused excitement and cheers from the tribe members, who dispersed one after another, allowing these people to go directly to where Grandpa was.
Beiling saw Su Ming, but at this moment, he was not as indifferent as before. Instead, he remained silent and followed his father. It seemed that compared with the life and death of the tribe, his jealousy was insignificant.
If the tribe is gone, if the clan members are dead, there is nothing to be jealous of...
"Grandpa, we have separated the people who were being followed by the Black Mountain Tribe around here to search and kill them all. Now... it should be safe outside and we can move!" A group of people walked up to Grandpa. The head of the Black Mountain Tribe said,
The two heads he was holding in his hands were still standing aside, and he spoke in a deep voice, his words revealing a hint of blood.
The people behind him also threw their heads away, and the silence contained Xiao Sha.
Su Ming stood beside his grandfather and looked at the clan leader and others silently. He saw the fatigue on their bodies and the sadness hidden under the killing and bloodshed.
It was not difficult for him to figure out that when his grandfather came back last night, when the tribe was preparing to migrate, they must have encountered the first attack from the Montenegro tribe. The battle was so tragic that the tribe was unable to migrate until after the first battle.
, under Grandpa’s order, clear away the remaining people who are following the Montenegro tribe in the surrounding areas, so that we can move safely.
After all, most of the tribesmen are ordinary tribesmen, and there are many women and children. To protect their safety is the future and hope of the tribe.
Grandpa nodded and glanced at all the tribesmen. At this moment, the tribesmen, men, women, old and young, were all looking at him. Their eyes contained dependence and expectations.
"People..." Grandpa spoke softly, and his words spread around and fell into the ears of every clan member.
"We don't want to leave our hometown... we don't want to leave the land where we have lived for generations, and we don't want to be attached to the Fengzhen tribe from now on... But for the continuation of the Wushan tribe, we... must do this!
We have to survive, we will survive!
Tell our descendants, and tell ourselves even more, that one day, we can come back here, and we can create our own home. On that day... we will return all the shame to Montenegro several times over!
!
I have confidence, do you...do you?" Grandpa shouted loudly.
All the tribesmen, in sorrow at this moment, erupted in that suppressed roar. The roar was shocking. There may not be many tribesmen in the Wushan tribe, but this roar is the strongest roar of everyone's vitality.
"One day... our Wushan tribe will come back... now, move!!" Grandpa closed his eyes, but he didn't want others to miss the sadness in his eyes. With a flick of his sleeves, the crowd had already gathered.
The Wushan tribesmen, with mutual support and the protection of the tribe's barbarians, slowly moved away from the land where they had multiplied for generations, and moved towards the unknown and unknown distance.
The long line of people slowly left the abandoned tribe. Behind them, there was faint black smoke coming out of the Wushan Mountains, and the ground was broken, revealing a sense of desolation and sadness.
Waves of crying sounds came from the crowd, belonging to those Lasu who had not grown up, to those women who were afraid, and to every member of the Wushan tribe.
The men in the clan protected their relatives, hugged the confused children, and walked forward silently while the tears were flowing. Some older Lasu were also holding the hands of their relatives and crying in fear at this moment.
Standing, looking back.
Looking at the familiarity of the past, it seems that I want to turn this scene into eternity and bury it deeply in the depths of my memory, for fear that I will forget it, for fear that I will never remember... the way home.
Every one of them can't help but look back at the tribe they left and their former homeland...
Among the crowd, there was a vicissitudes of old man, he was Nan Song. He looked calm, as if he had seen through the years. At this moment, he was carrying a simple luggage, silently and inconspicuously among the crowd.
It was noon, and the sunlight was not strong. The snow on the ground was glowing with silver light, which could sting people's eyes. However, no matter how strong the light was, it seemed that it could not stop the tribesmen from turning back frequently and meeting the sad people.
The bitterness of parting.
Home is getting farther and farther away, and the outline of the tribe is gradually blurring. Only the faint black smoke can be seen rising into the sky, and the broken trance can only be seen, but the beauty of the tribe is already engraved in every day.
In the hearts of a tribe, they... will never forget, and will not forget.
Su Ming turned around, and everything about that tribe was also imprinted in his memory. His childhood, his happiness, and his growth existed there. He was familiar with every corner and every piece of it.
He could never forget the land, and everything there... existed in his mind throughout his life.
Unless absolutely necessary, no one is willing to leave their hometown, no one is willing to leave this familiar home, no one is willing to go to that strange Fengzhen and become a subordinate from now on.
However, this is the only way, the only way that the Wushan tribe can survive and continue to multiply. This road is very long, very far, and the process will be bumpy, but we must... go on.
The crisis is not over. On the contrary, the real danger has just begun. Previously, with the help of the tribe, the Osan tribe resisted the first wave of the Montenegro tribe's war. But now during the migration process, the crowds were drawn into long queues, and there was no trace of people inside.
Most of them are ordinary tribesmen, and they have no power to resist in front of the barbarians.
This migration is destined to be unsafe...
Once the Wushan tribe is defeated, what awaits them will be that all the barbarians will die in battle, all the men will be slaughtered, and the child Lasu will be wrapped up. All males will die... The only thing that exists is the Wushan tribe.
Women, they will be driven into the Black Mountain Tribe and become objects like property. Their only role is to continue the family lineage for the Black Mountain Tribe people and to dedicate their remaining years in humiliation to the growth of the Black Mountain Tribe.
The migration of hundreds of people cannot be too fast, especially since there are not only men here, but also a large number of Lasu and women. In this winter, in this cold, their crying gradually becomes less and silent.
Replaced everything.
They don't know where the future is. Maybe Fengzhen is the only one... But no one knows whether they can reach the Fengzhen tribe alive...
In the process, how many people will die, how many people will never see their loved ones again, they don’t know...
There were many young tribesmen in the crowd. They did not have barbarian physiques and rarely contributed to the tribe in the past. Most of them were happy to play. However, because there had been barbarians who died in battle in their families, they
As long as these actions are not too outrageous, no one will pay attention to them.
At this moment, these more than ten young people were looking around in the crowd with fear and fear, wishing they could go to Fengzhen all at once.
Surrounded by this long line of people, the barbarians of the Wushan tribe, with fatigue, persistence, and silent protection, sometimes stepped forward to help some frail old people. At the front of the team was the chief of the Wushan tribe.
, he looked resolute, and walked vigilantly in front of him. Behind him were several barbarians, all of whom were vigilant.
Both sides and the rear were all like this. Grandpa walked at the end, holding a white bone staff in his hand, walking solemnly, always paying attention to his surroundings. Beiling took Chen Xin and walked silently on the right side of the team. His expression
He was pale, and there was more blood on his chest, but he didn't care.
Lei Chen, Wula, and other barbarians in the tribe were all following around, always vigilant.
On the left and right sides, Liao Shou and Shan Hen had great responsibilities. They followed silently. Liao Shou's right hand always held his bow. If there was the slightest sign of trouble, he would immediately open his bow and shoot! Behind him,
There was an old man in the crowd, and he glanced at the head with calm eyes.
This old man, Su Ming knew, was Nan Song from the herbal medicine shop!
Shan Hen's expression was as indifferent as ever, no one knew what he was thinking, and no one noticed the hint of complexity flashing through his squinted eyes at that time.
Su Ming followed the migrating tribe and listened to their cries. The cries gradually turned into silence. His heart ached. He looked at the familiar faces and saw their fear. Su Ming tightened his grip.
fist.
"Protect the tribe and fight for the tribe!" Su Ming murmured. His position was on the right side of the crowd. Not far in front of him was the mountain mark.
This position was not chosen by him, but assigned by his grandpa during the migration. In Su Ming's arms, he held a little girl of five or six years old. This little girl was called Tongtong. She was asleep now, but her eyelashes
There were tears hanging on it.
Her father died in the war, and her mother also died last night, leaving her alone.
"Mom...Abba...Pippi..." The little girl was trembling in her sleep, as if she was in a nightmare. She was crying and clutching Su Ming's clothes.
Su Ming knew that Pippi was the little girl's pet beast. It was very cute and was often held in her arms.
"Tongtong, be obedient..." Su Ming patted her gently on the back, with sadness in his eyes. He felt like he had grown up all of a sudden...