Angel tribe.
The patriarch An Wenkang rushed back from the east.
Looking around, looking at the mess in front of him, his face was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.
Half a month ago, Anwen Kangxiongjiu proudly sent the third batch of young men from the Angel tribe to the eastern front, but when he turned around, they were stolen from his hometown.
After turning around, a clan elder stood up and blocked the way with a smile. "Brother, there is Yangtao Creek ahead, please don't go there."
An Wenkang stopped and hesitated, "Can this water source still be used?"
"This..." Everyone looked at each other, not knowing how to answer the clan leader's words.
Yangtao River is just a small stream with a width of more than one foot, and it looks unprepossessing on the surface. But it is one of the Angel tribe's most precious sources of drinking water.
Everyone subconsciously looked up.
The clear stream in front of me is flowing gurglingly, and it looks full of life under the cover of green grass on both sides.
However, the outside of the stream was tightly sealed with thorns.
After the riot the night before, someone discovered the next day that there were several dead sheep in this carambola stream, which even smelled faintly of fish.
When the news came out, the whole Angel was in panic.
As everyone knows, the epidemic is raging in the nearby Rock Frontier Fortress, and even the generals who defend it are not immune.
Now the two countries are at war, and both sides are jealous. No one dares to bet whether the extremely angry Yunchui people will spread the epidemic deep into the grassland.
Thinking about it this way, looking at the dead sheep floating in the water, the elders could only have people seal the area around the stream no matter how reluctant they were to give it up.
They even controlled those tribesmen who had been close to Liuxi and prevented them from wandering around.
"What do you all do for food?" An Wenkang looked at everyone with disappointment, with a look of hatred in his eyes, "With so many people in the tribe, are they all sleeping at night?"
Moreover, before sending the young and middle-aged people from the tribe to the front line, he repeatedly told the elders of all tribes to live a good life in their hometowns.
The result is still what it is now.
"Brother," a clan elder said sarcastically, trying to shirk responsibility. He said aggrievedly: "We brothers have tried our best. It's just that the Yunchui Rats are so elusive that they are hard to guard against."
"Uncle San is right." The tribe next to him hurriedly said, "Initially, everyone received news that a group of Yunchui people appeared behind our pasture. All tribesmen kept their weapons in hand and took precautions for three or four days. No matter what Day or night, no one dares to close their eyes."
"As a result, no one was found in all the open posts and secret posts, so everyone thought that they had left the vicinity of our tribe. After all, our Angel is a large and medium-sized tribe with many people and strong combat power, so they may be afraid."
"Who knows..."
"Who knows, who knows..." An Wenkang snorted coldly, "Who do you think they are?"
"This is a lone army. The fact that the other party can survive in the depths of the grassland with great success shows that they have many ways to hide from us, and at the same time, they also have the patience to wait for us to relax our vigilance."
Just relax your vigilance in three or four days. If you don’t make a sneak attack, who will you attack?
As for the large and medium-sized tribes, as the saying goes, it is not the fierce dragon that cannot cross the river. Since they dare to wander in the grassland, how can they be afraid of just a large and medium-sized tribe.
"Why are you all in a daze?" An Wenkang burst out of anger and yelled: "Why don't you quickly check the surrounding sentries again! Do you want to give them a chance to sneak attack again?"
Everyone trembled and hurriedly left.
After going around again and checking all the tribe's losses, An Wenkang couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
In addition to the sealed Yang Taoyuan, Gu Datou and the others went through a lot of trouble the night before, but they only burned hundreds of tents and killed some livestock.
Compared to Angel's huge tribe, it is almost negligible.
The most important thing is that people are different.
Those who live on the periphery of the tribe are civilians and even slaves who are attached to Angel.
Most of these people have been sent to the front line, and those tents are either occupied by orphans, young children, or are empty. If it burns, it burns.
Besides, the weather in the grasslands is getting hotter and hotter now. It would be best to burn these dirty places on fire to avoid causing epidemics.
After thinking about this, he turned to look at a tall and pale young man.
"Futu, I heard that you led the people to chase him out the night before. What happened after that?"
Why did he lead more than seventy well-mounted men in pursuit south, only to escape in embarrassment by himself? And when they were discovered the next day, all those people had been stripped naked, and their necks had all been wiped. No one survived.
An Wenkang felt a little distressed.
Compared with the burned tents and livestock, the seventy-odd men who died in the south were their biggest loss.
Futu looked ashamed and lowered his head deeply.
His name means "leading horse" in Xiliang dialect. However, this leading horse led the attack and ultimately failed to bring his own horses back.
"Clan leader, it's like this..."
No matter how ashamed Futu was, he didn't dare to hide it, and honestly talked about what happened the night before.
Of course, he hid the fact that he was the first to escape.
"Wait a minute," An Wenkang listened, and suddenly raised his hand to interrupt Futu: "What do you think they look like?"
Deep in the grassland, there were more than 200 Qiyunchui people who were making sneak attacks and doing all kinds of evil. After a few months, Xiliang was at a loss to deal with this group of people, and An Wenkang knew it.
However, according to Futu, there is another group of Yunchui people appearing nearby?
Futu didn't know why, so he had to describe what he saw and did again.
An Wenkang listened silently, with a dangerous light flashing in his eyes.
A tyrannical team, full of bald people!
He looked around and confirmed again: "Did you really see what they looked like?"
"Clan Chief," Futu had no way out and could only confirm with a heavy nod: "Although it was not bright at the time and the light was not very good, I am sure that I saw it correctly."
An Wenkang nodded and pondered.
As a large and medium-sized tribe, Angel is one of the main targets for caravans traveling between the east and west lines in peacetime. Since the Prairie Royal Court issued the order for the Eastern Expedition, it, like the Blood Moon Tribe, has been one of the main forces of the Xiliang Army.
As the clan leader, An Wenkang carefully studied the customs and beliefs of the Yunchui people.
Generally speaking, Yun Chui advocates filial piety, and emperors of all dynasties have governed the world with benevolence and filial piety. For Yunchui people, it is unfilial to damage the body, hair, and skin of parents without any reason.
A group of bald people will appear...
"Each of them does have a bare head, and they all have strong bodies. The mounts are also very tall."
An Wenkang raised his head and glanced at Futu thoughtfully.
Just say that the group of people who attacked the tribe are from Xiliang.
While the two were thinking about it, the sound of horse hooves sounded rapidly, and a horse galloped towards them.
"Clan leader, the team that attacked us has been found! They are about a hundred miles north."
"Do those people have hair?" An Wenkang asked subconsciously.
ah?
The tribesman who sent the order was startled, but he quickly realized, "We haven't seen anyone yet, it's just that the eagle has discovered the target."
As for whether the other party has hair or not, the birds in the sky can't tell.
