Southern Wilderness, Blue Sheep Tribe.
A large group of blue sheep are walking on the high mountains. Even the steep rock walls cannot stop their footsteps.
It is spring at this time, the grass and trees have sprouted and grown, and these blue sheep have plenty of food.
The leader Hongyan's mount, the tallest leader among the sheep, was standing on a high hillside, constantly shuttling through the bushes, tasting the delicious and juicy young leaves at will.
Suddenly, it seemed to hear some noise, its ears twitched, the sheep's head raised, and it looked warily in the direction of the noise.
I saw warriors riding jackals approaching the blue sheep tribe from another mountain quickly.
"What!"
The leader pulled his neck and yelled, then took the lead in running towards the tribe's residence.
"Baa... baa..."
The entire blue sheep herd screamed. They followed the leader and ran quickly on the steep hillside, but no one fell behind.
At the same time, the Wu who lived in the high mountains changed his face when he heard the ram's horn. He immediately picked up a ram's horn and walked to the cave entrance.
This is the horn left after the death of the twisted-horned ram. A small opening is cut on the sharp end so that it can be blown.
The shaman of the Blue Sheep tribe put the end of the big sheep horn at the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, and then blew suddenly.
"woo woo woo woo……"
The loud and long sound of the sheep horn spread throughout the blue sheep tribe.
Afterwards, all the people of the Blue Sheep tribe, no matter what they were doing or where they were, as soon as they heard the sound of the horn, they would run madly towards the house.
They ran into the house, men, women, and children, armed themselves with weapons, and then rallied outside.
"Baa... baa..."
The blue sheep have come back. They gathered among the tribe and walked around restlessly.
"Quick, everyone ride on the back of the blue sheep!"
Hong Yan took the lead and climbed onto the back of the leader, holding a stone spear in his hand, ready to attack the enemy.
There are more than 600 tribesmen in the Yanyang tribe. There are more than 300 warriors who can fight and more than 100 ordinary warriors. The rest are old, weak, sick and disabled.
There are about 300 young blue sheep in the tribe, and the rest are also old, weak, sick and disabled.
All the warriors who could fight rode on the backs of the young blue sheep.
The remaining weaker warriors, the old, weak, sick and disabled in the tribe, as well as the old and young blue sheep, all gathered in the cave where the witch was.
"Ouch..."
At this moment, the sound of wolves howling came from the foot of the mountain.
Hongyan looked down the mountain and saw countless ferocious jackals, carrying the warriors of the jackal tribe, running up the mountain quickly with a terrifying momentum.
"So many enemies!"
Hong Yan's face turned pale in an instant, and he felt a bad feeling in his heart.
Especially when he saw a particularly tall jackal among the wolves, his heart skipped a beat.
Because the jackal just glanced at him, which made him feel like he was sweating on his back, and he felt a sense of fear in his heart.
He knew that it was the patron saint of a tribe!
"No, the enemy is too strong!"
Hongyan clamped his legs together, and the leader immediately ran up the mountain quickly, and more than three hundred warriors from the blue sheep tribe hurriedly followed.
The leader stopped in front of the cave where the witch lived. Hongyan got off the back of the blue sheep and quickly ran into the cave.
"Wu, there are too many enemies. Before they rush up, retreat from the path."
The shaman of the Yanyang tribe sat by the fire pit. He was silent for a moment and said in a hoarse voice: "You go, I will stay."
Hong Yan was anxious and said: "Wu, you can't stay!"
"Just leave if you let me. I'm too old, I can't run fast, and I don't want to run."
Outside the cave dwelling, a group of old warriors said one after another: "That's right, we won't leave either. If we die in the tribe, we might still be able to see the Goat God."
Hong Yan looked at the firm eyes of those old soldiers and shouted anxiously and helplessly: "Witch!"
The shaman of the Yanyang tribe looked at Hongyan and said, "Take the tribe and go as far as you can. If you don't go, it will be too late."
"Ouch..."
At this time, another wolf howl came from the bottom of the mountain, and the jackals were already halfway up the mountain.
"witch!"
Hongyan shouted again, tears almost falling.
The shaman of the Yanyang tribe shouted sharply: "Let's go! Don't you even listen to the shaman?"
At this time, there were shouts of killing outside. As the leader, Hongyan must be responsible for the entire tribe, and there was no time for him to hesitate any longer.
"Walk!"
Hongyan roared, and then asked the warriors of the tribe to pull the ordinary warriors and young tribesmen onto the backs of the blue sheep.
As for the old soldiers, as well as the sick and disabled soldiers, no one is willing to leave.
Some old blue sheep seemed to realize something, and they actually stayed.
More than three hundred blue sheep, together with the warriors of the blue sheep tribe, retreated from a path behind the cave dwellings in a long queue.
After they left, the shaman of the Blue Sheep tribe stood up.
He held the long twisted sheep horn in his left hand and a bone spear in his right hand. He straightened his waist and strode towards the cave entrance.
The old Yanyang tribe warriors, as well as the sick and disabled Yanyang tribe warriors, took on simple weapons and followed the witch's footsteps.
When the shaman of the Yanyang tribe walked outside the cave dwelling, the warriors of the Jackal tribe had already rushed into the living area of the Yanyang tribe and continued to charge upward.
The shaman of the Yanyang tribe immediately shouted: "Rolling stone!"
The remaining warriors of the Blue Sheep tribe looked for big rocks and pushed them down the steep hillside.
"Boom!"
A large number of rocks rolled down the hillside, and many jackals along the way had no time to avoid and were directly hit.
"Woo..."
"ah……"
The screams of jackals and jackal tribe warriors came one after another. Some unlucky jackals and warriors were killed on the spot, and those who were not killed were seriously injured.
The other jackals took cover one after another, not daring to continue charging upward.
After all the big rocks were rolled, the leader of the Jackal tribe said angrily: "Go up and kill them all!"
"Ouch..."
The alpha wolf howled again, and thousands of jackals continued to charge upward.
Because there was no preparation in advance, after throwing those big stones, the people of the Yanyang tribe had no big stones left to throw.
The shaman of the Yanyang tribe looked around and said, "Old man, are you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid!"
"You're already an old man, so what's there to be afraid of?"
"That's right!"
Those old soldiers shouted without fear, as if they were young again.
Even the old blue sheep stood a little straighter, with a fierce light in their eyes.
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"Okay, since you are not afraid, I will blow the sheep horn in a moment, and everyone will accompany me to charge for the last time to buy some time for the tribe to evacuate."
The shaman of the Blue Sheep Tribe stood in front of the cave, put the big sheep horn to his mouth again, took a deep breath, and then started blowing.
"Woooooooo..."
The desolate sound of sheep horns echoed in the mountains. The faces of the old warriors became rosy and their rickety waists straightened.
They climbed on the back of the old blue sheep one after another, raised their weapons, and rushed down towards countless jackal cavalry.
"What..."
"For the Faun!"
"For the tribe!"
"Come on!"
The old warriors roared, held their weapons high, and rushed towards the jackal cavalry all over the mountains and plains like moths to a flame.
"boom!"
An old blue sheep, accompanied by an old warrior, knocked away a jackal cavalryman, and blood splattered everywhere.
However, the Jackal Cavalry next to them immediately rushed over, countless weapons fell, and the old blue sheep and the old warrior fell in a pool of blood.
More old blue sheep and old warriors rushed down desperately. The ferocious momentum frightened the jackal cavalry in front. Many jackals and old blue sheep collided head-on. Both sides jumped from the hillside. Roll down.
However, these old blue sheep and old warriors were too few after all, and the damage they caused to the thousands of wolf cavalry was negligible.
When all the old blue sheep and old warriors were dead, the Jackal Cavalry continued to climb up the mountain.
In front of the cave dwelling, the shaman of the Blue Sheep tribe played the last note and then lowered the horn.
At this time, the Jackal Cavalry was almost rushing forward.
The shaman of the Blue Sheep tribe also has an old blue sheep beside him. He started raising it when he was middle-aged and is now almost as old as him.
The witch hung the sheep horn around his waist, then stroked the wool on the back of the old blue sheep's neck and said, "Old man, we are going to see the goat god."
The old blue sheep rubbed his head affectionately, seeming to understand what he said.
Wu held a bone spear and climbed onto the back of the old blue sheep.
At this time, the sun was almost setting, and a patch of orange-red sunlight shone on them.
Wu adjusted his animal skin clothes, then raised his head, and took one last look at the entire tribe.
The old blue sheep led Wu slowly towards the front, and started the final run downhill.
"Goat God, here we come!"
Wu shouted, then held the bone spear, and together with the old blue sheep, they rushed towards the wolves crazily. After breaking out of a bloody path, they were overwhelmed by countless wolf riders...
"Chase!"
The leader of the Jackal Tribe gave an order, and all the Jackal Cavalry once again pursued the retreating direction of the Blue Sheep Tribe.
Soon, the hillside became quiet again.
The old witch on the hillside fell in a pool of blood with countless wounds on his body. His eyes were still open, but at the last moment of his life, a smile appeared on his face.
Because, in the orange sunset, he saw a huge blue sheep, walking towards him step by step.
"Sheep...god..."
The old witch said the last two words, and then his eyes completely lost their luster, and they lay on the hillside forever with the corpses of other old warriors and old blue sheep.
The sun sets little by little, and a large fiery cloud appears on the horizon, red like fire and like hot blood...
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On the mountain trail, Hong Yan listened to the faint shouts of killing and the long sound of sheep horns from behind. His eyes were red, and hot tears fell uncontrollably.
He knew that none of the witches, the old warriors, the old blue sheep, or the sick and disabled tribesmen could survive.
He actually wanted to turn around and lead the soldiers to fight those damn jackals.
But he can't.
Because he is the leader, he is responsible for the entire tribe and leads them to survive as much as possible.
Therefore, he could only yell: "Faster!"
The people of the Blue Sheep tribe were carried by many Blue Sheep and moved quickly on the rugged and steep mountain roads.
Behind them, the cavalry of the Jackal tribe were chasing after them, hoping to wipe out all the people and sheep of the Blue Sheep tribe and turn them into food.
On such steep slopes, the advantages of blue sheep slowly emerge.
Although carrying people on their backs, these blue sheep are not slow. They run and jump on various terrains very flexibly, while those jackal cavalry walk fearfully.
If the pursuit continues like this, the Jackal Cavalry is likely to lose the pursuit, and the people of the Blue Sheep Tribe can use the terrain to escape.
However, the Jackal tribe has a living totem god.
When the leader of the Jackal tribe found it difficult to catch up, he immediately stopped, raised his neck, and made a sound like a wolf howling.
"Ouch..."
At this time, in the residence of the Yanyang tribe, many members of the Jackal tribe were frantically snatching all the supplies that originally belonged to the Yanyang tribe.
A huge jackal squatted in front of the cave where the old witch once lived, looking at the tribe coldly.
When it heard the howl from the leader of the Jackal tribe, a fierce light suddenly flashed in its eyes.
"Whoosh!"
It immediately stood up and turned into a huge black shadow, like a gust of black wind, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
A moment later, the huge jackal appeared behind the Blue Sheep tribe members and immediately charged forward.
The huge jackal caught up with the last blue sheep and bit it in one bite.
The poor blue sheep and the two people on the blue sheep's back were swallowed by the huge jackal without even making a scream.
"What..."
The other blue sheep were in chaos, and they instinctively ran forward crazily, trying to escape for their lives.
But this huge jackal is too terrifying. It is the totem god of the Jackal tribe. Even if the goat god of the Blue Sheep tribe reappears, he may not be able to defeat it.
The huge jackal swallowed several blue sheep and members of the blue sheep tribe one after another, scaring the blue sheep into running around and completely disrupting the retreat of the blue sheep tribe.
The jackal cavalry took the opportunity to catch up, shouting "Wolf God" crazily in their mouths, and then killed the team of the blue sheep tribe.
Hong Yan, the leader of the Blue Sheep Tribe, saw this scene and was extremely angry. At the same time, he also felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.
Hong Yan gritted his teeth and said: "The soldiers behind me will stop these damn jackals with me, and the rest will continue running, as fast as possible."
Hongyan rode the leader and led the soldiers in the second half of the team, turning around and charging towards the fierce jackal cavalry, delaying the retreat of other tribesmen.
As a leader, at this time, if he doesn't want to surrender, he has no choice but to fight hard.
"yes!"
Hongyan roared and took the lead in fighting the wolf cavalry in front.
"puff!"
Hongyan's stone spear pierced the chest of a jackal tribe warrior fiercely, and the leader also suddenly used his sharp horns to drive away a jackal in front of him.
After all, Hong Yan is a four-color warrior. When he rides the leader and attacks with all his strength, few of the wolf cavalry who are chasing after him can beat him.
The wolf cavalry and the blue sheep cavalry clashed, and the two sides fought fiercely.
Hongyan led the soldiers and used his own life to buy time for other tribesmen to escape.
After Hongyan killed three Jackal tribe warriors, he finally spotted the huge Jackal.
