The siren of the Yi people has the same significance as the alarm bell in the city of Wei. Unless there is a major crisis, it will not be sounded at night.
Even if there was a fight between the Jie people and the Wei people, the other tribes would not blow the siren, at best they would step forward to break up the fight.
Unless the Wei people massacre the Li and Jie tribes.
But this is impossible. As a Wei person, Zhao Hongrun never believes that their Wei army will attack these Yi people, even the Jie people.
Gently patting Oona, a young girl from the Sheng ethnic group in his arms, and gesturing for her to stand up, Zhao Hongrun stood up, gently lifted up part of the tent, and looked at the movement outside the tent.
At this time, the sharp sound of the flute continued, resounding throughout the entire camp, making the Qingyang tribe, which had been silent just now, feel like boiling water.
"What's going on?"
"Who's blowing the siren?"
In the nearby tents, the men of the Qingyang tribe who were enjoying the taste of the gentle countryside put on a pair of trousers and rushed out without caring about anything else.
They held their weapons and looked around, listening for the direction from which the sirens were coming, trying to find the enemy in advance.
Suddenly, a Sheng man carrying a weapon noticed Zhao Hongrun who was looking inside the tent. Suddenly, he raised his hand and pointed at Zhao Hongrun, and shouted several times excitedly.
Although Zhao Hongrun didn't understand the language of the Yi people, he could roughly guess that the man from the Qingyang tribe of the Yi people was asking him to put on clothes immediately to protect his woman.
Well, to be precise, it should be to protect the woman in the tent.
The He people don't like fighting, but they are not ungrateful. When a crisis strikes, the men in the tribe will step forward to protect the women and children in the tribe.
No, Zhao Hongrun had just seen some disheveled Sheang women with springy eyes still in their eyebrows. They were quickly moved to a big tent by the men and protected.
Zhao Hongrun nodded at the Shen man, then turned around and said to the Sheo girl Oona who was still sitting dazedly on the blanket: "Quickly, put on your clothes."
It has to be said that as there were more and more bonfires and torches outside the tent, the tent that was still dark just now was now slightly visible.
No, Zhao Hongrun saw Oona sitting blankly with her hands on the ground, a look of confusion and fear on her face. Her youthful body really made Zhao Hongrun a little unable to control herself.
It's a pity that the time is not right now.
Seeing that Oona was still in a daze, Zhao Hongrun quickly picked up the clothes she had just taken off, gently threw them into her arms, and whispered: "Oona, put on your clothes quickly, the camp may have been attacked."
Due to the language barrier, Oona could not understand Zhao Hongrun's words, but she could still understand the latter's action of giving her clothes.
She nodded and arranged her clothes in a hurry.
However, her eyes glanced at Zhao Hongrun from time to time, and her face turned slightly red with embarrassment.
"Do you want me to turn my back?...You even took the initiative to "attack" me just now..."
Zhao Hongrun scratched his head and turned his back gracefully. Seeing this, Oona's eyes flashed with warmth and she quickly put on her clothes.
After putting on her clothes, Oona stood up, stretched out her hand, and gently poked Zhao Hongrun's back with her fingers, indicating to him that she had put on her clothes.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun picked up the dagger from the tent, turned to her and said: "Follow me later, my clan guards will protect you."
Unfortunately, Oona didn't understand this sentence and just nodded in confusion.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun could only step forward and hold her hand.
When the two arrived outside the tent, many men from the Qingyang tribe had gathered in the open space outside the tent. They carried weapons and lit nearby bonfires one after another to ensure the safety of their own tribe first.
During this period, Zhao Hongrun saw Amutu, the leader of the Qingyang tribe, who had a solemn look on his face. It seemed that this uncle was leading a group of men forward.
After shouting several times, Amutu heard Zhao Hongrun's call. He signaled the men behind him to continue moving forward, and he himself came to Zhao Hongrun's side.
When he noticed his little daughter Oona, the uncle showed a slight smile on his solemn face.
"Uncle Amutu, what happened?...Where are you going?" Zhao Hongrun asked.
"The campsite was attacked. Judging from the location, it should be the Aries tribe." As he said, Amu warned like an elder: "I want to take my tribe to support the Aries tribe. I
My little daughter Oona, please protect her for the time being... You must protect her."
Obviously, Amutu did not think that the attackers of the Yi people would be Wei people. Otherwise, he would never entrust his daughter's safety to a Wei person like Zhao Hongrun.
"Oona." Amutu pointed at Zhao Hongrun and gave a few words to his youngest daughter, probably asking her not to run around and follow Zhao Hongrun.
After all, Zhao Hongrun is protected by ten powerful Zongwei. Being by his side is even safer than hiding in a big shelter tent with other women.
Hearing her father's instructions, Oona nodded and held Zhao Hongrun's sleeve with her left hand, showing that she would never give up on running around.
Seeing this, Amutu patted Zhao Hongrun hard on the shoulder, then immediately turned around and went to support the Aries tribe with the men in the tribe.
Looking at Amutu's leaving figure, Zhao Hongrun's heart sank.
As far as he knows, the Baiyang tribe of the Yi tribe is a tribe that is not inferior to the Qingyang tribe. About three to four hundred people have come this time, which can force the people of the Baiyang tribe to blow the siren and seek help from other tribes.
, which means that there are a lot of invading enemies and the threat level is quite high.
"A third party...?"
Zhao Hongrun frowned.
After a while, Zongwei Shen Yu and others were dressed neatly and rushed to protect them. Accompanying them were Sixth Prince Zhao Yuanli and his Zongwei.
"Hongrun."
"Uncle Six."
After finding the direction of Zhao Hongrun, a group of people gathered around, only to see Zhao Yuanli frowning and asking: "I just couldn't find Amutu, what happened?"
Hearing this, Zhao Hongrun explained what Amutu said, until Zhao Yuanli frowned. He looked around, frowned and asked: "Where are Yulong and the others? Go and bring them here.
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Zhao Hongrun glanced at the Sixth Uncle with a strange expression. However, he was not worried about Princess Yulong and the others. You must know that Princess Yulong is accompanied by sisters Mi Jiang and Mi Rui. Those sisters are even more powerful when it comes to serious matters.
As for Shen Yu and others, what do they have to worry about?
No, before Zhao Yuanli sent Zongwei to look for him, sisters Mi Jiang and Mi Rui had already come over to protect Yu Long, who was also disguised as a man.
"..." When they met, Mi Jiang glanced at Zhao Hongrun expressionlessly.
It's no wonder, after all, Zhao Hongrun has not let go of Wu Na's hand because she got lost.
"Uncle Liu Wang." After greeting Zhao Yuanli, Princess Yulong came to Zhao Hongrun and asked in a low voice: "What happened, Hongrun?"
Zhao Hongrun shook his head and reassured: "It's nothing, don't worry."
At this moment, fierce fighting sounds suddenly came from not far ahead, accompanied by roars and screams of people dying.
"It's Uncle Amutu's team!"
Zhao Hongrun was shocked.
After everyone ran forward for a while, they discovered that in the dark campsite in the distance, there were dozens of cavalrymen in strange costumes, galloping back and forth on their horses, killing one Qingyang tribe member after another with their weapons.
people.
"The attack has come here?...Who are these invading guys?"
Zhao Hongrun was simply unbelievable.
Because he discovered that the invading cavalry did not look like novices. When they faced the warriors of the Qingyang tribe of the Qing tribe, they showed overwhelming strength, just like the regular army.
The strange thing is that this group of cavalry clearly has the strength of the regular army, but their style is not as rigorous as the regular army.
Zhao Hongrun saw one of the cavalrymen. This man had killed several men of the Qingyang tribe with the scimitar in his hand, but what was he doing with his left hand?
With his left hand, he was holding the horse's rein and holding a roasted animal leg. He put it to his mouth and chewed it vigorously, as if he hadn't eaten in several days.
It is impossible for a guy like this who has no military demeanor to be a regular army.
"Horse thief?"
A word popped into Zhao Hongrun's mind.
But he couldn't help but feel a little puzzled. After all, although there were some bandits in Wei State, and the bandits were top-notch, they had never heard of thieves who owned horses.
What's more, the overwhelming combat effectiveness displayed by this group of horse thieves is simply no less than that of the Jun Shui Army's Xiaoqi Battalion.
Suddenly, Amutu roared in the distance.
After hearing this, Zhao Yuanli, the uncle of the Sixth King, turned pale and gritted his teeth and ordered: "Those bastards have turned around. They are going to attack the Qingyang Tribe. Wang Jian, please stop me!"
"yes!"
Upon hearing this, Wang Jian, the chief of the clan guards, immediately drew out the weapon from his waist and stood at the entrance of the Qingyang tribe's camp with the other nine clan guards.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun signaled to Shen Yu and others: "You also go and help."
"yes!"
Just when twenty clan guards were standing at the entrance of the Qingyang tribe's camp, the strange group of horse thieves turned around and came towards them.
"court death!"
Wang Jun's eyes turned cold when he saw this, and he used his arms to slash the scimitar in the hand of a horse thief who was attacking him.
Hearing a clang, Wang Jian took a few steps back and looked at the horse thief in disbelief.
Because he noticed that the horse thief was swaying, he sat firmly on the horse again, and, taking advantage of Wang Jian's retreat, he rushed over.
"Suddenly... actually broke through the defense line of the clan guards?!"
Zhao Hongrun's hair stood on end.
Although it was said that the opponent had the advantage of relying on horse power, this was the first time he had seen that the Zongwei composed of powerful Zongwei could actually be broken through the defense line.
"not good!"
"Your Majesty!"
"Your Highness!"
Suddenly, Wang Jun and others, as well as Shen Yu and others were shocked, and the order of the formation was also in chaos. Some of the clan guards subconsciously chose to return for reinforcements, which greatly reduced the defense at the entrance of the camp, resulting in several more horse thieves escaping.
Come in.
"Damn it!"
Zhao Yuanli, the uncle of the Sixth Prince, cursed secretly and immediately took out the sword from his waist and treated him sternly.
Seeing this, Zhao Hongrun was also ready to step forward. After all, he and his sixth uncle were the only two men left nearby.
At this moment, sirens suddenly sounded loudly throughout the campsite, as if sirens were ringing from all directions.
This shocked Zhao Hongrun.
"These guys... actually attacked the entire camp?!"
Thinking of this, Zhao Hongrun felt chills all over his body.
After all, being able to attack the entire campsite doesn't mean that there are a large number of horse thieves?