Chapter 639 Head

A team of more than fifty people from the Jackal Tribe was surrounded by the well-prepared Golden Wolf.

More than half of the fifty people were killed by more than twenty armored werewolves, and the remaining twenty or so surrendered and were captured.

Golden Wolf asked these people to remove their weapons and handed them all over to Zhuoma for disposal. His team did not have the energy to guard the prisoners.

Now that his warriors are about to gather, it won’t be long before he sets out to carry out the mission.

After dealing with the prisoners, Zhuoma walked out of the camp and met with Golden Wolf and talked for a long time, and did not return to the camp until late at night.

She did not return to the camp alone, but brought Golden Wolf with her.

"Why did you bring him here?"

Zhuoma's mother asked in surprise.

"Persuade you to return to the city."

Seeing that Zhuoma was in a dilemma, Jinlang spoke up himself, "The mission of my team is to persuade the team that escaped from Manniu City to return to the city."

"Why should we go back?"

a woman asked unhappily.

"If you don't go back, I will use violence to make you surrender."

Jinlang glanced at the woman, then glanced at the other women present.

All the women who were swept by his eyes shrank back in fear. They had seen the terrifying appearance of the armored werewolves, and they could not help but be terrified.

"Didn't you say you would not kill women and children? And you said you would protect us."

A woman said with courage.

"We won't kill you."

Golden Wolf said affirmatively, and this sentence also made many nervous women look better, but the next sentence of Golden Wolf made them even more shocked.

"But we will kill all the cattle and sheep to force you to return to the city."

"Zhuoma, is he telling the truth?"

Zhuoma's mother asked in fear and anger.

"Really."

Before Zhuoma could speak, Golden Wolf had already spoken: "All five thousand Wolf Tribe warriors have left the army, detoured to drive the women and children back to the city. The alliance is serious."

He said very seriously, looking at the women around him one by one, revealing his determination to complete this task.

"If you refuse to return to the city, the hundreds of werewolf warriors outside will really kill all the cattle and sheep."

The Golden Wolf spoke again: "You have seen the fighting power of the armored werewolves, and resistance is meaningless." The

women's faces were not very good, but no one said anything, but most of them looked at Zhuoma, wanting to see her opinion.

In the past few months, the ability shown by Zhuoma has conquered many people, and most of them will respect Zhuoma's choice.

"We have no other choice."

Zhuoma spoke, her voice a little bitter: "If it was just the Human King, we could still fight in this way, but the Alliance..."

She didn't say anything, but it goes without saying that the Bull City has no capital to fight against the Alliance.

"Is the Alliance really that strong?"

Zhuoma's mother asked doubtfully.

"Golden Wolf said that the population of the Alliance is over one million, and the Wolf Tribe alone has more than 30,000. How many people are there in our Manniu City?"

Zhuoma sighed.

"How many people are there in total?"

a woman asked.

The overall cultural popularization of the human tribe is not good. The Royal City is considered good among the five cities. If you pull out a person and ask how many people there are in the Royal City, most people can't answer, let alone Manniu City.

"It should be 60,000 or 70,000."

Zhuoma said uncertainly.

"No more than 60,000."

Golden Wolf interjected: "We Alliance people came here to do statistics before, and estimated it through the amount of salt used."

The women looked gloomy. The Alliance Wolf Tribe has more than 30,000 people, and the entire Alliance has a million people, while they only have 60,000. The difference in numbers is too big.

Even though many women did not understand the significance of this data comparison, they knew the situation was not good by observing the expressions of those who could understand.

"Why did you, the Alliance, help the Human King? Isn't it good for everyone to be like before?"

Zhuoma's mother asked with a sigh.

"Because of the request of the Human King and because of the current situation of the survival of the human tribe."

Jinlang took out the contingency plan that the Alliance had already made and said, "In the Alliance, people will no longer starve to death, but in the human tribe, hunger is still the norm. These things can be changed."

That night, Jinlang did not rest, and many women in the garrison did not rest either. They listened to Jinlang's words and learned a lot that they did not know before.

Finally, Zhuoma confirmed that the garrison would start to go west tomorrow and return to the Manniu tribe.

"There will be a warrior following you, both to monitor and to ensure your safety. If anything happens, he will be able to notify us."

The next morning, before Zhuoma led her men back to the west, Golden Wolf said this to her.

Zhuoma nodded and said nothing.

She had some feelings for Golden Wolf, but the world changed too quickly, and the identities of both parties did not allow them to do anything, so they could only suppress everything in their hearts.

The same was true for Golden Wolf. Everything would have to wait until the end of the war.

Zhuoma's team began to return to the west, and Golden Wolf remained where he was, waiting for his team to gather. He did not set out until three days later.

He divided the squadron of ninety people into three teams, and all three teams advanced westward along the south side of the river, looking for the women and children's team.

In addition to the ninety of them, there were more than four thousand nine hundred people doing the same thing, trying their best to drive the women and children who had fled Manniu City back to the city.

This operation lasted for more than a month, during which time there was a flood on the grassland, but the natural disaster could not stop the actions of these 5,000 people.

More and more women and children were escorted back to Manniu City.

As the earliest group of teams to take action, the squadron led by Golden Wolf finally escorted nearly 3,000 people to Manniu City.

Among these 3,000 people, there were hundreds of adult men. They were all warriors who had been separated from the old duke after a battle. After being defeated by Golden Wolf, they were forced to return westward with these women and children.

If you can look down at the grassland from high altitude, you can see that women and children are driven back westward like cattle and sheep by a few wolf tribe warriors.

Faced with such a situation, there is not much the young duke can do.

The young duke was already quite old, with a thick beard and a bronze face full of worry.

"Young duke, we... have to go back to Manniu City." The one

who spoke was the leader of the grassland wolf tribe. He was not very old, but he looked very haggard at this moment.

"Yes, we have to go home."

The young duke said helplessly.

According to his plan, he was going to abandon Manniu City and deal with the enemy by hunting.

But five thousand wolf tribe warriors rushed into the rear and drove the women and children back to the city, which broke his plan.

Now, the main force of the alliance army is heading straight for Manniu City. If he does not go, all the women and children of the warriors will become captives.

Even if he can accept this result, the warriors cannot accept it.

He also thought about exterminating the 5,000 Wolf Tribe warriors, but most of those warriors were riding giant wolves and were scattered. If his 20,000 warriors wanted to capture them, they would have to press forward with their army.

But he didn't know how the Alliance delivered the message. As long as his army pressed forward, the main force of the Alliance would move in his direction, forcing him to flee.

In a head-on confrontation, his team could not defeat the Alliance Army. His father, the old Duke, had already verified this with his life.

But in the current situation, he had reached a dead end.

"Are the Alliance Army's teams still divided into three and blocking the front?"

The young Duke said bitterly, looking west at the afterglow of the setting sun.

"Still."

The Marquis's answer was also quite helpless.

The reason why he was so tired was because he had just personally checked the situation ahead.

The commander of the southern army of the alliance still arrogantly divided his 15,000 troops into three groups, blocking the young duke's army and the Bull City.

According to this trend, they will reach the Bull City earlier. By then, the women and children will be in the hands of the enemy. How will the young duke's troops fight?

This situation happened after the young duke tried to sneak attack the 5,000 warriors who drove the women and children away. At that time, the alliance army drove them far away.

Afterwards, the allied army was divided into three groups, blocking their way several miles apart. They tried to attack, but more than 20,000 people could not shake the enemy army of more than 5,000.

Moreover, when he launched the attack, the other two enemy teams would quickly come to reinforce, and once they almost surrounded the little duke's team.

Since then, the little duke has been slowly following the enemy with his team. He knows that there is not much he can do.

Surrender seems to be his only choice.

"You said...if I surrender..."

The little duke said tentatively, but before he could finish, someone next to him interrupted him.

"Duke, have you forgotten the old duke's last wish?"

The speaker was an old man from the Bull Tribe. He was a diehard fan of the old duke and the one who least supported surrender.

The young duke's face was filled with bitterness. He sighed, shook his head, and said nothing.

What could he say?

Didn't the Human King attack because of these people?

They were not afraid of the Human King, so how could they be afraid of him, the duke? If they were really afraid, they would not say those things behind his back.

The young duke glanced at the prairie wolf leader. These were his people, his team.

The prairie wolf leader looked at the young duke, with no expression on his face, but his heart skipped a beat.

The young duke's eyes seemed to be telling him that that thing could be done.

That thing...what can really be done?

The prairie wolf leader thought bitterly in his heart.

The sun was setting, darkness was coming, 20,000 troops were stationed here quietly, and the prairie wolf leader was walking out of the young duke's tent.

That thing really had to be done.

Three days later, on an ordinary night, the garrison of more than 20,000 people suddenly became turbulent.

The Bull Tribe, the Prairie Wolf Tribe, and several other tribes suddenly launched an attack on some stubborn tribal warriors.

It was a brutal massacre, and the little duke personally carried out a bloody cleansing of the Bull City army.

The next morning, when the little duke was looking up at the rising sun with a bloody knife, the chief of the prairie wolves came over.

In his hand, he held the head of the stubborn old man of the Bull Tribe.

"Duke..."

The prairie wolf chief wanted to say something, but the little duke waved his hand and didn't let him continue.

The little duke just asked a question, as if he was asking himself, and as if he was asking the prairie wolf chief.

"If this had happened earlier, would there have been no war?"