He actually didn't have an intuitive understanding of how powerful his 'father' Holo was. Ever since he had memories, the Grizzly Bear Tribe had never been attacked by other tribes. The elders in the village said that this was the clan leader's.
He only half understood the credit. Even though not long ago, the messenger personally asked his father to serve as the leader of the coalition, he still could not completely erase the image of his father who was always gentle, generous and tepid in his mind.
He could feel that 'Father' agreed to join the coalition this time not entirely because of his own decision. 'Father' still couldn't let go of the Grizzly Bear Tribe - no, it should be the fate of the entire Saatchi Tribe. Therefore, he
I will try to witness with my own eyes the direction and outcome of this war.
Alan firmly grasped a string of wooden bracelets on his left wrist that glowed with jet black luster. During the days he joined the army, he never left this string of bracelets. A strange feeling spread into his heart, which seemed to make his
The heart is connected to another person, feeling the other person's heartbeat - and its direction.
"My father gave this to me before he set off." He whispered, "With it, I can find my father smoothly. Get ready, we will set off tonight."
"Okay... okay." The young man beside him nodded blankly, "If you think... you must do this."
Yes, my father should understand the importance of this matter, Alan thought.
…
The stars twinkled, and 'Tess' exuded a soft silvery white color, but it could not penetrate the dense evergreen canopy. Everything around it became dim and silent, and the camp in the distance was faintly flashing with firelight, but there was also no sound.
.
Outside of hunting time, the Saqi people are usually used to going to bed early. The night in the wilderness is quite boring. Going to bed early can not only get through the boring night, but also save food. There is no shortage of food in the military camp, but this habit is still retained.
"Let's set off." The forest at night was colder than during the day. Alan wrapped his hair in a thick cloth cloak and looked at the boy beside him, "Follow me."
"Yes." The young man wrapped his whole body in the cloak, looked back for a moment as if hesitating, and nodded in response.
The two left the military camp silently, without attracting anyone's attention - the discipline of the Third Army was not high. Alan estimated that the front line where his father was located would not be more than thirty kilometers away from here. For Sa, who was good at traveling long distances,
Strange people, one night is enough to arrive.
There was no visible road in the forest. Alan held the bracelet tightly and walked quickly in the direction indicated by it. Glock was not yet an adult and was more than a head shorter than him, but the boy tried hard to follow his footsteps.
, without any complaints.
Not sure if it was an illusion, Alan felt that the air had become a lot warmer as he moved forward. He saw the sleeping wildebeest standing next to the tree, and he finally suppressed his desire to hunt.
When the war is over, this forest rich in resources will be theirs, he thought, there is no need to rush.
A sharp arrow came from nowhere with a sharp whistle, and was inserted less than an inch away from his left foot, its tail feathers still trembling slightly.
"Put down your weapons and hold your head with your hands." A substandard Sachi language came from above, "Otherwise, die!"
He looked up and saw no one in the dark night. God knows how the archer managed such an accurate attack. Before hesitating, the boy next to him had already followed the other's order and bumped him lightly with his elbow.
one time.
There was no way, the situation was too unfavorable for them - even if they wanted to fight back, they didn't even know where the target was. He reluctantly dropped the short bow he was holding and raised his hands.
There was a sudden pull from behind, and his hands were grabbed by someone and quickly tied together with ropes. The other person didn't say a word. He tried to turn around, only to see that the man was much shorter than him, and his face was still covered.
crape.
Sure enough, they were the scouts of the Elna people, and they actually sneaked into such a rear position. What did the second army do? He thought angrily. But it is pointless to pursue these now. How to survive and at the same time find a way to kill the opponent?
That's the most important thing.
"What...are you going to do?" he asked after swallowing.
"Don't talk nonsense." The other party replied coldly, "Follow me."
So they were forced to turn eastbound. Alan held the bracelet with his right hand behind his back, hoping that 'father' was not far from here - but they had just walked less than ten kilometers, so that possibility was almost non-existent.
About ten minutes later, under the guidance of the Elna people, several people one after another got into a cave behind a mound. The cave still had a strong smell of beasts. It was obvious that it was once the residence of bears and other creatures, and was man-made.
It was widened to its current appearance. Around the corner, torches for lighting were inserted into the rammed earth walls. Apart from simple luggage and straw mats, there were no other furnishings in the cave. Four or five Elna people gathered around and looked at them.
This time there are two "prey".
"What's your name, which tribe do you belong to, and what do you do in the army?" The person who asked the question this time Saqi spoke fluently. Judging from the attitudes of others, he seemed to be the leader here, "You guys run out.
, what information are you planning to convey?”
Alan glared at him hatefully and didn't reply.
"Even I don't have much patience with the enemy." The other party's voice was deep, "Look for what they have on them."
In order to reduce the load, the two of them only carried a small amount of dry food, water bags and two throwing axes. Four Elna people gathered around and searched him and Glock in pairs, but could not find any trace of anything.
Something of value.
One of them looked at Alan's bracelet, as if he doubted whether there was any information hidden in it. Ignoring Alan's angry gaze, he cut it off with a hunting knife and smashed a few wooden beads - unfortunately, he still found nothing.
.
"It seems that your purpose is stored in your brains." The Elna man who spoke chuckled, "In this case, I can only open your brains and take a look."
Alan still stared at him without saying a word. The boy next to him bumped into him again, as if he wanted to express something. He turned his head and ignored it.
"Let's do it." He heard the other party say, "Start with the big one first."
Even if he died, he couldn't make it easy for the other party. Alan threw away the Elna scout who was pressing him, and slammed his head towards the person who spoke before. But as soon as he took two steps, his arm was snatched from the side.
Stopping, someone tripped under his feet, and he fell backwards, falling to the ground with a thud.
The only thing he could do was to bend his neck forward as much as possible to avoid the fate of the back of his head hitting the ground directly.
A cold light flashed from the corner of his eye, and a short and sharp hunting knife pierced his upper arm, causing a sharp sting. What followed was the anxious and panicked voice of the young man beside him.
"I, I tell you everything, don't kill Brother Alan!"
He shouted to stop the other person from continuing to speak. However, the young man seemed to have made up his mind and told the purpose of the two of them and the message they wanted to convey - of course, some things were hidden.