Chapter 329: The Sneak Attack of the Pingshan Tribe (2)
All of this is still imagination. The Wuda tribe has not been found yet, the Pingshan tribe is not a good place to stay, and now the tent where I live is almost buried in the snow.
Putting aside the calculations in his mind, Zhang Qishan led several other people to start clearing the snow.
In the tent, dozens of Di soldiers were lying in a mess on sheepskin mattresses.
In order to keep warm, the tent was built low to block out any wind, and the air inside was so turbid that it was suffocating.
Pingshan urinated and returned to the tent, and was immediately frowned by the smell inside.
He kicked the man lying on the ground and said, "Bawan, have you fed the horses?"
The man he kicked awake didn't even open his eyes. He first reached under his crotch and grabbed a few handfuls before muttering, "Headmaster Pingshan, where's the fine feed for the horses now? Tell those Wu Chao pigs to let the horses go!"
They came out to fight, so it was good enough that they could bring dry food for people, so how could they bring fine food for horses?
Ping Shan's face darkened as he fiercely kicked the men lying on the ground: "Get up, everyone! Let go of your horses! We must set off today!"
The few people who were hurt by his kicks didn't dare to sleep anymore. They tied their belts and ran out.
The others also stood up and left. In a blink of an eye, the tent was empty, and even breathing became easier.
Ba Wan then sat up and squinted his eyes at Ping Shan. "You've only been the leader for a few days, and you're already putting on airs every day and kicking your feet when you talk?"
Pingshan said with a gloomy face: "Now I am the leader of the tribe, you all should stop talking about our past friendship."
Ba Wan lay back down unhappily, muttering, "Okay, let's not talk about the past. You don't think you can just bring the old man back like this?"
Pingshan is the second son of the old man. Although he is called the headman, he has not really received the throne.
A month ago, the Wuda army raided the Dongyue tribe, and the old man of the Pingshan tribe happened to be in the Dongyue tribe with his eldest son to discuss matters.
Seeing that the Wuda army had only a few dozen people but dared to cause trouble, Lao Pingshan volunteered to go and drive them away with his son. However, after just one encounter, the father and son were knocked off their horses and captured, and the troops they brought with them were also killed or captured.
The Pingshan tribe suddenly lost its leader and eldest son, and Pingshan, the second son, took over the position.
Unlike the eldest son who was good at fighting since childhood, the second son was much weaker. He usually managed cattle and sheep in the tribe and knew nothing about fighting.
The Pingshan tribe had lost its backbone, and in this chaotic time, they heard news every day that other tribes were annexed by the Wuda army. They immediately hurriedly migrated with their entire tribe.
They wanted to rely on other vassal tribes of Dongyue to seek safety.
The old man's wives in the tribe cried all day long. After the tribe was temporarily safe, they asked him, the new chief, to find a way to redeem the people.
Bawan is the child of the old man and the maiden of the tribe. Although he is Pingshan's brother, his mother is not his legitimate wife. Bawan is just an illegitimate child and has been Pingshan's follower since he was a child.
Ba Wan was quick-witted. He gave Pingshan an idea to lead his men to launch a surprise attack on the Wuda headquarters, capture Madam Wuya in exchange for the old man and the elder brother. Maybe he could even rescue the Dongyue tribe and find a backer.
They had long since learned that in order to gain a foothold in the Mida River Valley and to deal with the Dongyue tribe, the Wuda tribe sent out all its young and strong men, leaving only the elderly, the weak, women and children in its own tribe.
Moreover, Pingshan found a small tribe that had just been conquered and annexed by the Wuda army through the mouths of some refugees who came to him, and obtained information from a very accurate source.
The small tribe received the task of delivering food to Kara Mountain.
Those grains were spoils of war looted by the Wuda army.
Anyone who thinks about it knows who lives in Kala Mountain.
He only needed to find the Karashanchabu Canyon to capture Madam Uya.
Power is addictive, and Pingshan has become addicted to it in just a few days.
He was not very interested in exchanging the old man and elder brother for return, but he was very excited to hear that he could help the Dongyue tribe to resolve its current predicament.
If he makes meritorious deeds now, when the Dongyue tribe returns to the royal court, he will be the head of the first tribe of Dongyue.
The idea was good, but the fifty elite cavalrymen of the Pingshan tribe were wiped out by the Wuda army when they met with the old man.
Among the men left in the tribe, excluding some who are herding, there are only eighty who can barely go to the battlefield, including those strong slave soldiers.
Although there were few people, they were more than enough to deal with a group of women who could not shoot bows and arrows or wield scimitars.
But man proposes, God disposes. What made the new Pingshan chief angry was that when he was about to reach Kala Mountain, he encountered a blizzard halfway and was trapped for two days.
Fortunately, I just found that the snow has become lighter, so we can continue our journey after feeding the horses.
There was a commotion outside the tent.
The tribesmen had driven dozens of hungry horses to the snow, digging through the knee-deep snow to find grass to eat.
There was no dry cow dung to light a fire and boil water, so everyone ate snow and dry food, preparing to pack up their tents and continue on their journey.
At this time in the Kala Forest, Song Liyun and the other three were also eating.
Skiing consumes a lot of energy, so every hour Song Liyun asked everyone to stop and rest, eat some hot beef patties, and drink a few sips of hot soup in the thermos to keep their stomachs 70% full.
After finishing the boiling soup in the wooden bowl in one gulp, Song Dekui wiped the water stains from the corners of his mouth and said with a puff of white air, "We have run halfway across the mountain. If there were anyone, they would have seen us long ago. Could we be in the wrong place and not in Kala Mountain?"
Balin glanced at Lin Qingyuan with dissatisfaction in his eyes: This road was decided by Lin Qingyuan and Miss Song, the messenger of God will not be wrong, if he is wrong, he will only be misled.
Lin Qingyuan didn't realize that he had been hated, and was still studying the kettle in his hand carefully: It has been three hours since he left the camp. In the ice and snow, even the best hot water bottle should have been completely cold. How could such a small kettle still contain boiling hot soup?
If it is copied and sold...that god won’t be angry!
Song Liyun put away her telescope and fell into deep thought. She discovered many traces along the way.
But there were wild animals here, and she was not a local hunter, so she couldn't tell whether they were humans or animals.
The four of them were at a loss. It was already late and they had to return to the camp immediately. Even if Song Liyun had space, she was unwilling to spend the night in the wind and snow at minus ten degrees Celsius.
After packing up their things, the four of them started to return the same way.
Just after the figures of several people disappeared, the snow pile not far away began to wriggle, and the movement became more and more intense. The snow pile collapsed, and it turned out to be a snow cave.
Soon a person crawled out from inside.
The whole body is covered with thick fur, with only a pair of eyes showing.
Not to mention hiding in a snow cave, even if you crawl on the snow, you may not be discovered.
He looked in the direction where Song Liyun and the others had left, and immediately used a branch to randomly collapse the snow cave where they had just hidden, covering up the traces, and then retreated in another direction.
As he walked, he was still sweeping his footprints with a branch. Snowflakes fluttered down from the sky and fell to the ground, and the originally light footprints soon became blurred.
(End of this chapter)
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