Chapter 636: Facing Each Other Across the River
The grassland is at the turn of spring and summer. At this time, it starts to get hot at noon, but it is still a little cool in the morning and evening. Zhuoma led the tribesmen to withdraw the station a little to the north, but they could still see the enemy on the other side of the river, and every morning when they fetched water, they could see each other across the river. The warriors on the opposite side did not show any malice to them. In fact, in the morning when these women fetched water, they would deliberately stay away from the river. After they finished fetching water, the warriors would come to fetch water. After two days of getting along like this, the two sides actually had some tacit understanding and separated the time for using water. On the third day, the leader on the opposite side finally waded through the water and walked towards this side. "What should we do?" Zhuoma's mother asked nervously, holding the bow and arrow. Due to their limited physical strength, women and children like them are not good at close combat, but they are good at long-range bows and arrows. At this time, the enemy is wading in the water, which is very advantageous for them. "Don't be anxious, hold down the bows and arrows, and don't point them at people." Zhuoma stood at the front of the team. She was also very nervous, but at this time, she had to come forward. Although there was only one enemy wading through the water, the other enemies were standing behind and watching, also holding bows and arrows in their hands. If a woman or child loses control and causes a war, the result is not what Zhuoma wants to see. Under Zhuoma's repeated calls, the tribesmen slowly pointed the bows and arrows in their hands to the ground, all in a state of alert and ready to fire. "What are you doing here?" Zhuoma asked in the more standard royal city language learned from the academy. According to her teacher, this is also the language of the Alliance. "My soldier is dying, and he wants to eat a bite of meat." The tall enemy stood in the middle of the river, the water flooded over his chest, and he held up a hide bag in his hands. "I have millet here, I will exchange it for your cattle and sheep, just give us some meat." Zhuoma hesitated. They had meat here, but she didn't know if the enemy could be trusted. "Why are you here? Are you the only ones from the Alliance?" Zhuoma asked. "We are lost." The tall warrior did not move forward. He stood in the middle of the river and said with some regret: "The warriors from our tree tribe also got separated from us, otherwise my warriors would not have died." Zhuoma heard from her teacher that there is a tree tribe in the alliance that can treat injuries. "We don't have witch doctors here. They are all women and children who can't treat diseases." Zhuoma said. "I didn't ask you for help. I just want some meat. My warrior said that he wanted to eat some meat before he died." The warrior said. Zhuoma hesitated for a moment, turned around and said, "Mother, bring a leg of lamb." Her mother looked at her in surprise, but still let Ye'er take a raw leg of lamb. "Don't come over. I'll throw the lamb leg to you and you throw the millet to me." Zhuoma said. "Okay." The warrior didn't bother. Without waiting for Zhuoma to throw the lamb leg over, he threw the animal skin bag filled with millet onto the shore. Zhuoma picked up the animal skin bag and opened it. It was indeed millet. On top of the millet, there was a small bag. Ye'er came over, took out the small bag, opened it and took a look. Then, regardless of his mother's obstruction, he dipped his finger in some white powder and took a sip. "It's salt." Ye'er said in surprise. Zhuoma was also a little surprised. Salt is very precious on the prairie. "Yes, I know you need salt, and I need meat." The warrior said loudly. Zhuoma nodded, took the lamb leg from his brother's hand, and threw it into the middle of the river. She was a little nervous, so she swung it a little crooked, but the warrior on the opposite side just froze for a moment and changed his position to catch the leg of lamb. "Thank you." The warrior thanked her, and without saying another word, he turned around and walked back. The women and children looked at each other, not knowing what to say for a moment. "Wait a minute." Zhuoma suddenly called out to the warrior in the river, and asked the women and children in confusion: "I am a member of the grassland wolf tribe. Do you know what happened to the warriors in our tribe?" The warrior turned his head and looked at her, with obvious surprise on his face. He thought for a while and asked: "What's your name?" Zhuoma was stunned, looked at her mother, and said: "My name is Zhuoma." The man on the opposite side nodded and smiled at Zhuoma: "My name is Jinlang, I am a warrior of the Alliance Wolf Tribe." The women and children were stunned, and then the serious expressions on their faces relaxed a little. Although they are not the same wolf tribe, they are all tribes that believe in wolves. Even if they are enemies, they still feel close to each other. "The Prairie Wolf Tribe also tried to attack our team under the guidance of your little duke, but the effect was not very good, but the casualties were not great either." The golden wolf waved the lamb leg in his hand and said, "Our wolf totem specifically instructed us to treat the Prairie Wolf Tribe well before we set out, so we held back when fighting you." He was telling the truth, but some children from the Prairie Wolf Tribe still showed dissatisfaction on their faces. "You are bragging, my father is the bravest, so you don't need to hold back." Ye'er said boldly, waving his fist. The golden wolf smiled at him, said nothing, turned around and continued to walk back to the shore.
"Boss, how is it?"
When he got ashore, his teammates came over and asked in a low voice.
"It's just a few women and children. The bows and arrows in their hands are not armor-piercing equipment. It's not a conspiracy. Just rest assured."
Golden Wolf handed the lamb leg in his hand to the warrior beside him and said softly.
They are certainly not lost, nor are they greedy for a bite of meat because a warrior is dying. Golden Wolf is here with his team just to wait for friendly forces to catch up.
Because the wolf tribe warriors have too much advantage on the grassland, they are divided into countless teams and begin to fight among the enemy teams.
Their original mission was to find large groups of enemies and kill small groups of enemies, which was not a difficult task for them.
This team originally had thirty warriors, who were previously divided up by Golden Wolf. However, after receiving the new mission, he began to summon the team members again, and is now waiting.
His new mission is to drive the women and children who have escaped from the Manniu City back to the city, and use the city to lure those guerrilla warriors to fight them to the death.
If the two armies are fighting to the death, whether it is a wild battle in the wild or an attack and defense of the city wall, General Wolf is not afraid.
Of course, he is not afraid of the enemy's guerrilla warfare now, but it is too troublesome. Not only is it difficult to find the enemy's traces, but it also takes time.
If the fight continues, I don't know how long it will take.
"Boss, then do we fight?"
The warrior who took the leg of lamb asked Golden Wolf.
"Don't worry, let's wait until the team gathers together."
His team has thirty people, but because of the change in mission, he was temporarily appointed as the squadron leader, which can supervise ninety people.
It is unknown how long it will take for these ninety people to gather here, so he is not in a hurry to drive away the women and children in front of him.
Not only that, he thinks that Zhuoma is very good. She is not very old, and she is with a group of women and children, but she does things in a methodical manner. He doesn't want to hurt her. It
is just right to take advantage of this time of gathering the team to get in touch with her. If he can persuade her with words, it would be the best. In his opinion, forcing her by force is the worst option.
His family background is not bad. His ancestor has served as the leader of the Wolf Tribe, and the current Wolf General is also his distant relative.
Because of this relationship, he has been studying at the Alliance Academy since he was a child, and he still has some understanding of the senior leaders of the Alliance.
The battle with the human tribe is not a battlefield of life and death.
The alliance is nominally to help the human king and take into account the needs of training soldiers, which is the most important thing. Killing women and children is not allowed by military law, and it is not the purpose of this battle.
In the evening, the lamb leg was roasted and shared by more than a dozen people. The golden wolf only took a small piece, and the rest was distributed to the soldiers.
This action was naturally not something he realized by himself, but was taught by the Wolf General.
Because he was the first to transform into a werewolf, he had the opportunity to study with the Human Ancestor Stone for a period of time. This time on the Western Expedition, he was taken by the Wolf General and taught carefully.
It can be said that the tribe is training him as the next generation of Wolf General. He understands this point, and he is also very competitive and has been working hard.
It is not difficult for him to restrain his desire to talk.
After dinner, he came to the river early the next morning. Under the gaze of the women and children, he sat there leisurely.
He didn't speak until Zhuoma came to fetch water: "Zhuoma, why did you run out?"
He asked knowingly, but Zhuoma didn't understand. She hesitated and said nothing.
Jinlang didn't care. After all, both sides were enemies. Although there was a hint of harmony here, it was because they were soldiers and the opponents were women and children.
"Even if you don't say it, I know that the grassland is very chaotic now, isn't it?"
Jinlang asked again.
Zhuoma hesitated again, and this time she nodded without hiding it.
The grassland was really in chaos. People killed their own people, which made her very sad.
"Why did you come here?"
Zhuoma couldn't help asking, "Why did you want to fight us?"
Jinlang took out some beef jerky from his arms, threw it into his mouth, and said, "You have been to school, right?"
Zhuoma nodded.
"You should also know something about the system of the human tribe. As members of the Marquis Tribe, you obey the Duke Tribe, right?"
Jinlang asked.
Zhuoma nodded. She knew this, of course. Even the members of the tribe who didn't go to school knew it.
"Is your tribe obedient?"
Jinlang looked at Zhuoma who was a little confused and said, "Do you, the Prairie Wolf Tribe, listen to the Bull Tribe?" "
Listen, our people are fighting with the little duke."
Ye'er ran out and said at some point. There was hatred in his eyes, but Jinlang didn't care.
"Your little duke is fighting with his king, and he is not as obedient as you prairie wolves."
The golden wolf clapped his hands and turned to leave. Before leaving, he threw another sentence: "This war is just a war of attack against injustice. After the war, you will all have a good life."
"We will win."
Ye'er said jumping up and down. He wanted to throw stones at the golden wolf, but Zhuoma held him back.
"Sister, he is wrong, isn't he?"
Ye'er asked his sister.
Around, many women and children who were fetching water were also looking at her, wanting to hear Zhuoma's answer.
"There are earls, viscounts, and barons under our tribe. If they don't obey, what do you think the marquis will do?"
Zhuoma did not give an answer, but asked a question, then wrapped the river water with an animal skin bag and walked towards the station.
The women and children were silent; even the young boy had a thoughtful look on his face.