The old mouse never thought that one day he would be used as bait and hung on a tree.
A stone was stuffed in his mouth, and then tied with a rope so that he could not spit it out, let alone shout. He could only make a snoring sound, and the fear in his heart could be heard.
If you look closely, you will see that there is a lot of blood on the old rat's body. It is all blood from being cut with a small knife. It is not deep. It looks scary but it is not life-threatening. Even most of the wounds have dried up and are not bleeding, only the calf. There are a few strips still seeping out in small amounts.
Surrounded by a sparse grove, it was silent except for the whimpering sound of the old mouse.
The old rat was hung up there an hour ago, and Tan Bin and others did it. They took a detour overnight to get in front of the barbarian team, and then found this place to arrange it, hoping to see if the plan they discussed yesterday could work.
As for bloodletting, this was done to lure the opponent into taking the bait. After all, the wolves' noses are several times stronger than those of humans, and they can smell some special smells from a long distance, such as the smell of blood.
In addition, this position was carefully selected. It does not block the opponent's main direction of movement, nor is it too far away to be ignored. It is just enough to attract attention, but not too focused.
Of course, this was all planned by Tan Bin and others, and they didn't know whether it would work out as they thought.
The sun began to set, the temperature was high, and the smell of blood on the old mouse was evaporated and carried by the wind...
About early noon, the old mouse who was hanging on the tree saw through the shade of the tree three riders approaching in the distance. After a few more breaths, I could see clearly that it was the Three Cavalry Wolf Cavalry!
The mounts of the barbarians are different from those of the humans.
The vast majority of humans choose horses for transportation and leg strength. Firstly, they have good endurance, secondly they are excellent at carrying loads, and secondly, horses are relatively docile and easy to tame. Finally, they are relatively easy to find feed, which can lead to large-scale domestication.
The mounts of the barbarians are all kinds of strange, mainly depending on the tribe.
Even some huge ethnic groups, such as the Ox Tribe and the Elephant Tribe, have difficulty finding suitable mounts due to their huge size, so they mostly fight on foot. The wolf tribe is similar in size to the human race. In order to pursue mobility, they naturally choose mounts. But their mounts are not horses, but wargs.
The warg is a huge beast, wolf-shaped, canine-like, with a shoulder height of up to half a foot, and can run extremely fast. Its temperament is more ferocious and aggressive than a horse. It can directly participate in battles and kill the enemy on the battlefield. Or Attack the enemy's mount during a fight.
The only shortcoming is that the warg's endurance is not good. The time it takes to maintain high-speed running is only half that of a horse, and the warg needs to eat meat. With such a large body, you can imagine how much meat they eat in a day. The difficulty of raising horses is not on the same level. So even among the wolf tribe, the number of wolf cavalry is actually only a small part.
The old mouse hanging on the tree? My heart is clenching. He hated the three bastards who hung him here? But he was even more afraid of what would happen to him later. It wouldn't be nice if he ended up in the hands of the wolves. It was entirely possible that he would be eaten alive.
Soon, the three wolf cavalry arrived outside the small woods, hissed and roared in the language of the wolf clan, and immediately got off the warg? The three of them drew their weapons and began to walk into the forest under the warning of the warg.
Soon, the three wargs discovered the old mouse hanging on the tree, whining and circling around the tree, sniffing all the time, and looking back and forth between their master and the old mouse on the tree. It seems to be asking if they need to bite off the thing hanging from it.
At a height of three to four meters, it is easy for a warg of this size to jump up and bite.
The old mouse could understand it too. His whining voice was thick and nasal. He was afraid that a warg would jump up and bite him. That would at least cause him to lose his leg.
Then the three wolves tilted their heads and stood cautiously in the distance for a while, looking at it. When they found that there was no problem, they each took a few steps closer in confusion, then paused, and then shouted a few times, and saw the three wargs. Start hitting trees.
The tree, which was slightly thicker than the mouth of a bowl, could not withstand the impact of the three wargs. It was broken in a few blows. The old rat on the tree hit the ground and rolled his eyes in pain. Then his whole body became stiff again, because the smelly huge wolf mouth was less than a foot away from his head. Looking at the protruding teeth, he was afraid that it would not be easy to decapitate him in one bite.
At this moment, the old mouse desperately hoped that the three bastards hiding in the dark would take action quickly, otherwise he might be fed to the wolves as a snack.
No matter how eagerly the old mouse shouted in his heart, the wolf's mouth still came to him. But instead of biting it, he held it in his mouth, turned his head and took it back to the three wolves behind him.
The appearance of the wolf tribe is more animalistic, not as pleasing to the eye as the fox tribe and cat tribe, and is very ferocious.
One of the wolves drew out his scimitar, as if trying to open the rope tied around the old mouse's mouth.
But sudden changes occurred among the electric light and flint!
The originally silent grove suddenly "changed", instantly pulling everyone including the old mouse and the three wargs into the illusion.
Then three figures appeared out of thin air from three bunches of grass on the side. They raised the knife and dropped it. The three wargs were pierced from the eyes to the brain and died instantly. Then the three of them stopped and swung the daggers in their hands one after another, not taking any vital points but only injuring the big tendons of their hands and feet.
In just seven breaths of time, the scene repeated itself instantly.
"Give him a talisman to hold him down, this guy will be really angry!"
"Okay. Tied them all up! Evacuate as planned!"
After Tan Bin and the others succeeded, they packed up their things and continued to hold the old mouse behind the horse's butt. The three wolves had their hand tendons and leg muscles tied up, and they were also tied to horses and carried away.
There are already many horses. They had always carried the horses of the three slave traders they had killed as wheel riders, and now they were just perfect for carrying prisoners.
Tan Bin and the others retreated in the direction of Wuhu, which has the largest number of humans and has always been an important supply point for the Slave Chamber of Commerce. Now that the time is considered, it is the time when a new round of slave hunting teams are coming, so it can be very easy. To a great extent, it deters possible wolf pursuers.
As for completely concealing all traces? This is unlikely. So we can only take advantage of the situation.
This run lasted from morning to evening. If it weren't for the fact that the horse couldn't run anymore, Tan Bin and the others wouldn't have stopped.
"Rest for an hour, then lead the horse and continue walking north. The fourth child will look after the horse, and the fifth child, you and I will ask a few questions first."
"Okay boss."
Three, four, five, were not the pseudonyms given by Tan Bin only to the old mouse. These three names were also used by their three companions. As a spy, it’s best if no one knows you except your superiors.
The "fourth" went to take care of the tired horse, which was vomiting white foam. He unloaded heavy loads, fed water and let it graze.
"Lao Wu" and Tan Bin first mentioned a wolf, leaned it against a tree, and started asking questions.
