Chapter 634 Zhuoma

The season between winter and spring is the most difficult time for survival on the grassland.

The fat stored in the autumn of last year is almost consumed at this time, and there is no extra food in the tribe.

If the skinny bison and wild horses are killed... Unless they have to, people living on this grassland will not do this.

"Mom, Ye'er wants to eat meat."

The skinny child, clinging to his mother, stared at his mother with wide eyes and raised his head and said.

"Your father took all the meat, and they went to beat the bad guys. Let's eat wild grass roots, okay?"

said his mother, who was also skinny and had a face darkened by the sun.

The child pouted, not saying yes or no, and looked extremely aggrieved.

"Mother, if you can't do it, just kill a sheep for your brother. He's still growing. If..."

Not far from the mother and son, Zhuoma, a girl who was digging grass roots, turned around and looked at Ye'er and said, but before she could finish, her mother firmly opposed it.

"No, we have killed a lot of sheep this year. If we kill more, it won't be enough next year, and it will be even harder the year after. Just bear with it and wait until spring comes."

After Zhuoma's mother finished speaking, she saw her son still looking at her pitifully.

"Be good, Ye'er, wait until your father wins the battle and comes back, then you can..."

Zhuoma's mother was about to say something, when suddenly there was a horse in the distance, running diagonally towards the city wall not far behind them.

"Go back to the city, go back to the city quickly, there may be news about your father."

The family of three ran towards the Manniu City behind them, feeling a little panicked.

She had just ridden in a hurry, with blood on her body, and she didn't raise the victory flag. Maybe the news she brought back was not good.

If her husband died in the battle, and her two children were still young, she really didn't know how she would live in the future.

She hurried to the foot of Manniu City, and could hear crying sounds coming from the city from far away.

This made Zhuoma's mother even more uneasy.

"What's the situation? What happened?"

After entering the city, Zhuoma's mother immediately pulled a crying familiar woman and asked.

"The Duke's troops suffered a great defeat, and many people died. So many people died."

The woman hugged her and cried bitterly.

Her eyes were immediately filled with tears, but she didn't cry. She just suppressed her fear and asked, "How is our Prairie Wolf Tribe? How is our Prairie Wolf Tribe?"

"No... I don't know."

The woman answered with sobs, but she didn't know anything.

Zhuoma's mother pushed the man away and looked forward to see if anyone knew the details.

There were many people near the Duke's Mansion, all waiting for news, but no news came out from inside.

She found the place where the women of the Prairie Wolf Tribe gathered, and someone told her, "The Marquise went to ask, but she hasn't come out yet. It is estimated that there will be news soon. Wait a little longer, maybe the news is not that bad."

She nodded, hugged her Ye'er and Zhuoma, and hid under the corner of the wall.

Ye'er cried and fell asleep in her arms. Her daughter sat next to her, her eyes full of worry, but she didn't cry.

After all, her daughter would grow up and know that worrying was useless, which made her feel more at ease.

But her mind was still in a mess, and she kept thinking that if the child's father died, she didn't know who would abduct her.

If she didn't obey, her daughter would be fine and would eventually get married, but her son might become a slave because she couldn't support him.

Thinking of Ye'er becoming a slave, her tears couldn't stop falling, and no matter how she wiped them away, they wouldn't stop. She

cried for a while, and the sun went down. Bonfires were lit on the nearby streets, and there were shadows of totem fires in the distance, but they were not from her own tribe, so she couldn't go.

She hugged her children tighter, fearing that they would freeze. She stared straight at the City Lord's Mansion, waiting for the Marquise to come out.

She didn't know how long she waited, but half of her body was numb. The Marquise, wearing a linen dress, finally came out.

The Marquise looked around and found the direction where their grassland wolf tribe was gathering, and walked over quickly.

The women approached her, but she didn't move, because although her daughter was awake, her youngest son was still asleep.

"Go and get some news. Your father is a wolf guard. Just hear that the wolf guards are killed or injured."

She hurriedly ordered.

The daughter nodded, and then excitedly squeezed into the crowd to get the news.

After a while, the people gathered did not disperse, but the daughter squeezed out of the crowd.

Seeing her daughter's smiling face, her heavy mood was relieved a little.

"The Wolf Guards are fine, and neither is my father. Our tribe relied on the Wolf Riders, fighting and retreating at the same time, with minimal damage."

The daughter said quickly.

She felt relieved, and asked hurriedly, "Did our Manniu City team lose?"

"Yes."

The daughter's good mood was gone, and she said with some sadness, "The Grand Duke died in the battle, and the Young Duke gathered the remaining soldiers with the support of our tribe and is still resisting."

"Do we still want to fight?"

Her heart was lifted again. "

We have to fight, but the Young Duke is not prepared to fight head-on. He wants to use the Marquis's fighting style, just like our encirclement and hunting."

The daughter said, but her eyes revealed hope.

She didn't say anything. Her daughter had been to school and had her own ideas. She knew that she couldn't compete with him, and she couldn't understand what she said. As long as she was safe, it was fine.

"How will this war end?"

She was still worried about the child's father and couldn't help asking.

"We have to decide the winner. This time we have the help of the Allied Forces. The Human King's army... is very strong."

The daughter said hesitantly.

"Can't we not fight?"

she asked in a low voice.

She also asked the child's father this question, but the child's father was stubborn and did not allow her to ask this question.

"In fact, we shouldn't fight."

The daughter's voice was very low, so low that only she could hear it: "But the Grand Duke insisted on fighting, and the Young Duke is not a war advocate, so maybe there will be a turning point."

Hearing that there was a turning point, she showed some relief on her face.

Seeing her daughter so knowledgeable, she was also happy, and completely forgot her voice of opposition when the child's father wanted to exchange a sheep for her daughter's admission to school.

"Mom, we'd better go home quickly."

The daughter said suddenly, causing her to look over in confusion.

"Several small tribes were directly wiped out. Their relatives who stayed here might rob the cattle and sheep and run out of the city, so..."

When she heard her daughter's words, her eyes widened and she immediately picked up her son and walked towards home.

Her home was in the south of the city, very close to the city gate. If they were robbed, those people could easily drive away with the cattle and sheep, so she had to hurry.

When she returned home and found that the cattle and sheep were not lost, she felt relieved. But at this time, her daughter came up with another idea.

"Kill the sheep."

Her daughter said to her, "No matter who wins or loses, we have to survive in the end. At that time, the Duke will definitely unify the cattle and sheep again, and we have too many to share, so it's better to kill them now."

She thought about it and felt that it was right, and immediately started to kill sheep with her daughter.

The son woke up at this time and helped excitedly. The family of three was killing sheep when suddenly someone broke down the door.

The person who broke down the door saw the bloody scene in the yard and saw her holding a knife, so he turned and left.

"It's the cattle and sheep robbers. Ye'er, go get the bow and arrow for your sister, and I'll continue to kill sheep."

After she finished speaking, she continued to kill.

The sheep were killed at night, and the family of three ate the mutton. At the suggestion of their daughter, they did not clean up the yard, leaving a pool of blood there.

The family of three who had eaten their fill did not go into the house to sleep, but stayed outside all night.

That night, there were wolf guards patrolling outside the city, because the area nearby was inhabited by residents of the grassland wolf tribe, so they only protected this area.

But even so, people came one after another to steal cattle and sheep, but they were all scared away by her and her daughter with bows and arrows. They endured

until the next day, when the whole city began to tidy up, but many people had already stolen cattle and sheep and left the city last night.

There are not many warriors in the city now, and the city gates are almost unguarded. If they steal cattle and sheep, they can just leave on their own, and no one can stop them.

The Duchess had no choice but to temporarily form a women's army corps to start patrolling, which made the situation in Manniu City a little better.

"Let's go outside the city."

She was still a little frightened and asked her daughter.

"No, the city is so chaotic, and it's even more dangerous outside the city."

Faced with her daughter's opposition, she gave up the idea.

Sure enough, after a few days, news came that there was chaos outside the city, and many people hid in the city, which caused the public security in the city to begin to decline rapidly.

People began to be vigilant with each other, and their hands were generally placed on the stone knives at their waists, or holding bows and arrows.

The three of them simply stopped going out and lived in the room.

More than two months passed like this, and no news came, and the city finally settled down.

Spring is here, and cattle and sheep need grass to eat. The mother of the two children bravely walked out of the city and began to graze.

Fortunately, the team formed by the Duke's wife cleared out all the trouble nearby, allowing the mother to graze with peace of mind.

Just like this, another month passed, and news came, but the little Duke's hunting tactics were useless. The enemy did not bother with them at all, but only came to the Barbarian City.

The young duke meant to let everyone in the city relocate temporarily, leaving an empty city here, and then use his familiarity with the grassland to deal with the enemy.

"Why didn't the young duke ask for peace?"

On the way to relocation, she asked her Zhuoma.

Zhuoma shook her head and said she didn't know.

In fact, Zhuoma also began to wonder if she had guessed wrong.

Her mother did not blame her, but took her and Ye'er to follow the team and set off carefully.

This team was composed of the elderly and weak from several tribes, among which the largest number of people were the Wild Bull Tribe and the Prairie Wolf Tribe.

But after a few days, they encountered a battle.

It is said that there are not many enemies, but Zhuoma, her mother, and her brother did not see the enemy at all, and were caught up in the retreating team in front and ran around.

The family of three did not separate, but the cattle were abandoned, leaving only three skinny sheep.

At the same time, they also left the large group of the grassland wolf tribe and were trapped by other tribes.

"We can't follow them."

At night, Zhuoma said to her mother, "There are too many people from the jackal tribe in this group. They don't have good intentions. If they take a fancy to our sheep..."

Her mother was also a little scared by what she said, so she listened to Zhuoma, contacted some people from her own tribe, and escaped from the jackal tribe that night.

After fleeing south for a day, the group of more than a hundred people plus some cattle and sheep stopped by a small river.

As the organizer of this group, her mother became the commander, but in fact, it was her daughter Zhuoma who was in charge.

They stayed here temporarily until the third day of their stay, when things changed again.