The number of reinforcements obtained from Hill disillusioned the members of the Ghost Tribe.
Lisa's younger brother seems to want to ask Hill again, what is two hundred?
After all, there is still a big gap between two hundred infantry and two hundred cavalry.
But before his brother could speak, Lisa stopped him.
"enough."
The young female leader of the tribe shook her head.
They should have realized long ago that for the Syndicate, there has never been anything to get help from the outside world.
The outside world has given the Syndicate nothing but chaos.
"Notify everyone to pack up immediately. Except for the necessary supplies, leave everything else here for them. Evacuate this oasis as quickly as possible, and then leave the Syndicate."
Lisa clenched her fists at the end.
The same is true for some of the other old members of the tribe, especially Lisa's last sentence, leaving the Syndicate.
The Syndicate back then was located at the central junction of the Radiant Theocracy, the Inquisition and the Sorcerous Kingdom, the three super kingdoms in the world second only to the Empire.
But because it's all desert, a vast sea of sand, and perennial sandstorms, no one from the major countries is interested in the Syndicate.
Because of this, the Syndicate at that time had only the purest desert people, their ancestors who truly loved the desert.
In the eyes of outsiders, the desolate and barren desert is actually the ancestral land that has nurtured them for hundreds of years. It is a shelter that helps them isolate themselves from the outside world and protect them from the strife of the outside world.
Every desert citizen has a strong affection for this place.
Even if they are forced again and again by outsiders, they are unwilling to leave the sand sea, even if they live in a small oasis and survive in the cracks.
But now, it is obvious that even this last bit of right will be deprived of them.
Thinking of a tribe member here, with red eyes, he hammered the table angrily.
"Bunch of bastards!"
"Why did we take in these bastards in the first place? We should have watched them die in the desert! Eaten by sandworms!"
The old member's words made Lisa lower her head.
She apologized: "I'm sorry."
"No, no, no, Lisa, this has nothing to do with you. I, we didn't mean it." When several desert people saw Lisa's appearance, they immediately reacted and explained quickly.
But Lisa shook her head. Even if others didn't think so, she knew that the Syndicate would become what it is today, and that as desert people they were forced to leave their homes, it was all because of her, her ancestors.
As the previous tribe member said
About five hundred years ago, the number of criminals and refugees in the three major countries suddenly increased several times. This led to some people who wanted to try their luck, or who were desperate and chose to flee to the desert.
But obviously, they knew nothing about the sand sea and struggled in the Syndicate. Within a few weeks, they fell dying on the sand sea.
At that time, her great-grandfather, who was the leader of the desert people for many generations, finally couldn't bear it anymore and fished these outsiders out of the sea of sand, rescued them, and gave them food and water.
These outsiders who were brought back from the brink of death later begged her ancestors to take them in as homeless people. At that time, the kind ancestors did not think much and accepted them generously.
Not only did they accept them, but they also took the initiative to teach them how to become desert people, how to find oases, how to plant cultivated land in oases, how to identify directions in the desert, how to resist sandstorms, and how to fight sand beasts.
The first generation of outsiders, after absorbing the inherited knowledge of their ancestors, began to expand rapidly in the Syndicate, thus attracting the next batch, and the next batch, more and more criminals and refugees from the outside world. They regarded the Syndicate as their new world and flocked to it.
By the time her ancestors came to their senses, it was already too late. Their greatest advantage, their familiarity and knowledge of the sand sea, was gone. However, the outsiders, these refugees and criminals, had armed forces from the three major countries. Power, various advanced techniques, and scroll props, these extremely vicious villains finally no longer concealed their true colors and began endless disputes in the Syndicate.
As the leaders of the desert people, her ancestors and grandfathers had not never tried to regain order.
But it was the desert people who suffered the most severe injuries that time. Countless people were slaughtered. In front of the ferocious refugees and heinous thugs, they were no match at all.
In the end, in order to survive, they had no choice but to remain anonymous and use "ghosts" to alert their tribesmen at all times, not to participate in the competition of outsiders in the syndicate, to give up large oasis, to be invisible ghosts, huddled in the corner and survive. .
However, with the sudden deterioration of the Syndicate environment in recent years, the sand sea inexplicably began to swallow up one oase after another, and the living space of outsiders was also seriously threatened, so they could not even do this little ghost.
Lisa had already considered this ending, and she was prepared for it.
She will repay everyone for the mistakes her ancestors made back then.
"Evacuation alone is not enough. The Blood Hand Gang is trying to kill all other tribes. Even if they get our oasis, they will most likely catch up. So by then, I will stay and be responsible for breaking up the rear and buying time for everyone."
"No! Lisa! You are still young! This kind of thing is our responsibility."
As soon as Lisa said this, a middle-aged desert citizen suddenly became anxious and retorted loudly, and many other members in the room also agreed.
It can be seen that although the leader Lisa is young, she still has great trust and status in everyone's hearts.
In fact, the desert people never hated Lisa's grandfathers. They only hated those ungrateful outsiders.
Shaking her head, Lisa actually had some considerations. She explained: "The Bloody Hand Gang seems to be sure that there are large areas of magic oil mines under the desert that can be mined. When I provide them with information about the magic oil mines, they will definitely Get attention and give up the pursuit.”
As soon as the sister said these words, the eyes of the brother next to him immediately lit up, and he quickly asked:
“So sister, could it be that the rumors about the magic oil mine are true!?
"Babu, what are you thinking about? Those outsiders are stupid and can't tell the difference between rumors. As desert people, don't we still know that there is nothing under this sea of sand, and there is no magic oil mine at all!"
Lisa was a little angry.
This was the first time she had lost her temper with her brother.
Not only is my younger brother paying so much attention to the rumors, but also because...
"Babu! In the future, you will take over my position, and you will continue to guide everyone. With you and you like this, how can you expect me to trust you to hand over the tribe to you!"
"Lisa is fine, Barb is still young."
"Yes, we will also help Babu. With us here, Babu will become an excellent leader."
Due to the dissuasion of other desert people, and the fact that her younger brother was also taught to keep his head down, Lisa quickly softened her heart no matter how angry she was, especially since they would be separated after tonight, and they might never see each other again in their lifetime. .
"Babu, here, take it."
Lisa finally handed a fragment of the slate into her brother's hands.
The fragments were unremarkable. They still looked weather-beaten, with some vague traces on them, like some sort of map. However, they had been severely weathered and worn away, making it impossible to see anything clearly.
This is said to be traced back to the origin of the desert people thousands of years ago. In the boundless sea of sand, the first generation of desert people knew nothing about it. They had to touch stones to cross the river. Just when they ran out of ammunition and food and could no longer hold on, a piece of stone fell from the sky. The mysterious slate gave them guidance. The desert people discovered the first oasis according to the marked position on the slate, and from this they were able to derive the subsequent civilization inheritance.
But of course, things like this thousands of years ago are still regarded as legends and allusions to this day.
In addition, the slate dates back to the time of Lisa’s great-great-great-grandfather, and it seemed to have aged badly and broken on its own, so no one believed it. It was like a mythical object in the story, in the desert. In the hearts of the people, the symbolic meaning and sense of ritual are more important.
So many desert people in the room now felt extremely solemn at this scene.
When Lisa handed the slate fragment symbolizing the origin to Babu, it also meant that she also gave the position of tribal leader to her brother. From this moment on, Babu will replace her sister and become their new leader. Guide them on their way forward.
Babu felt everyone's eyes of trust on him, and his sister's eyes of hope and sustenance. He nodded seriously and carefully put the slate fragments into his arms, as if to express to everyone that he would take on this heavy responsibility.
It is worth mentioning that Lisa finally apologized to Hill on behalf of her brother, telling Hill that she might have found the wrong person. She did not know Constan at all, and she never said she had anything to do with Illinois. We have asked for reinforcements. If there are reinforcements, let them return quickly. The lives of two hundred people are lives. There is no need to die.
After that, everyone in the room left one after another to prepare for evacuation and escape.
And Babu.
He did not go to help other desert people like his sister. Instead, he found an excuse to leave temporarily, turned around, and blended into the shadow of the night.
A few minutes later, when Babu reappeared, he was already in a secret settlement of the Blood Hand Gang not far from their ghost tribe.
The members of the Bloody Hand Gang here seem to have known Babu for a long time. When they saw this guy coming, they didn’t say much and let him pass. They arrived all the way. It was the guy who had deserted Ghost Town and killed many desert people before. , the room of the purple sleeve deputy leader.
(End of chapter)
