Chapter 357 Little Fun
The final cleanup work of the Pingshan tribe was completed by the herdsmen of the Wuda tribe who came after hearing the news.
Extinguish the flames, treat the injured knights, and bury the bodies.
Pingshan is dead.
He was stabbed twice by Wu Dan and did not receive timely treatment, resulting in excessive blood loss.
When he saw Zhao Tingduo while lying behind a pile of saddles, he was speechless, and only his face was filled with resentment and regret, revealing his mood.
Excluding the casualties, a total of 41 people were captured this time.
Zhao Tingduo did not kill them. Instead, according to the Di custom, he tied cowhide shackles on each of them and waited for their own tribe to redeem them with cattle and sheep, or kept them as slaves for life.
At the wooden wall gate of the Wuda tribe, Song Liyun met Mrs. Wuya who was waiting to greet her.
Seeing the two men riding back together, Mrs. Wu Ya was delighted.
The man is handsome and the woman is beautiful. In her eyes, they are a perfect match made in heaven.
Also waiting nearby were Lin Qingyuan, Song Dekui, Balin and others.
None of these people had ever seen Zhao Tingduo.
Looking at Zhao Tingduo riding on a tall horse, dressed in armor and looking majestic, Lin Qingyuan couldn't help feeling timid, while Song Dekui was so happy that he couldn't stop smiling.
This good-looking young master is his nephew-in-law, and he has to call him Uncle Kui from now on.
Bahrain knelt on one knee, looking very pious.
When we returned to the tent, there was naturally a lively celebration and welcome.
When the sun filled the valley the next day, Zhao Tingduo carried a box and walked into the tent where Song Liyun and Madam Wuya lived.
At this time, Mrs. Wu Ya, who was used to getting up early to ride her horse, was not in the tent. Only Yuquan was dressing up Song Liyun.
Song Liyun had a small braid on her head, which was only worn by girls from the Di tribe, and small agate beads hung on it.
Seeing Zhao Tingduo come in, Yuquan quickly bowed and then left with Song Liyun's changed clothes.
There were only two people left in the tent.
At this time, Zhao Tingduo had changed into light casual clothes, tied his hair into a bun, and removed his helmet and armor. He looked like a handsome young man with handsome eyebrows and eyes.
Song Liyun was putting earrings on herself. She hadn't worn jewelry for a long time, so her hands were a little clumsy for a moment.
Zhao Tingduo sat down beside her, took the earrings and carefully put them on her before saying, "Yun'er, thank you for coming to Kala Mountain to report the news!"
This is the first time he said thank you!
Song Liyun looked up at him and said, "Isn't your business my business? Besides, even if I don't come, nothing will happen to the Wuda tribe."
She now understood that the Wuda tribe not only had a powerful cavalry battalion, but also had powerful protective measures.
Even if he had not come to report the news, the Pingshan tribe would not have succeeded, but they would have been caught off guard and suffered more casualties.
However, her trip was not in vain. Not only did she find Xiao Shitou for Aunt Yun, she also killed Zhang Qishan, which was considered to be some justice for the innocent victims in Suijin Town.
Hearing that she wanted to erase her own achievements, Zhao Tingduo smiled and shook his head: "It's not as easy as you think."
It was also a coincidence that he was able to come back in time to resolve the crisis.
The story goes back to five days ago, when Song Liyun had just escaped from the wolf pack and there was no Mount Dakala yet.
On a battlefield in the Mida River Valley, the setting sun looked like blood.
This battle against the epidemic that lasted for more than a month has finally come to an end.
This was the last campsite of the Dongyue army. The scene was like hell on earth, with broken branches and arms, corpses scattered all over the ground, and blood dyeing half the sky red.
Zhao Tingduo sat on the ground and closed his eyes tiredly. He had just been in a fight and the blood on his face was still wet.
Not far from him was a headless corpse wearing golden armor.
Abli finally paid the price of his arrogance with his life.
The Dongyue tribe and other gathered vassal tribes, with a total of more than 2,000 soldiers, were completely defeated and wiped out in the repeated attacks of the Wuda army.
Without the Dongyue tribe, the Mida Valley is about to welcome a new master.
Just when Zhao Tingduo was catching his breath, Abu, who was also wearing armor, ran over hurriedly with a big knife.
"Young Master, this is bad! We just got news that a tribe called Pingshan attacked the Wuda headquarters..."
Without waiting for anyone to ask, he chattered on about the shocking news he had obtained from interrogating the prisoners.
Although the Uda headquarters is hidden in the Kara Valley, it is not a secret.
In addition to the fifty wolf riders and four hundred thunder battalions of the Wuda army, there were also soldiers from several other vassal tribes.
These tribal soldiers all knew where the Wuda headquarters lived, so it was inevitable that the news would leak out.
Regardless of the fact that the battle had just ended and the soldiers were still tired and weak, Zhao Tingduo immediately counted out the 100 Leizi Battalion members and the 20 wolf cavalrymen who were still capable of fighting and rushed to the rescue.
He knew clearly that the Wuda tribe had no fighting power, and although they were protected by other tribes, he could not fully trust them, especially the Pingshan tribe, whom he did not know well.
Now that the Dongyue tribe has been destroyed, there can be no more trouble.
So, after the battle, the group rushed back without any rest.
But they had just experienced a great battle and were exhausted, so they could only rest while they were on the road.
Zhao Tingduo thought that as long as the Mudan tribe was left, nothing would happen under normal circumstances.
When he arrived at the Mudan tribe, he met Mrs. Wuya, who had received the news from Wuda and was rushing over. Only then did he realize that Song Liyun had arrived.
So, Zhao Tingduo led the team to rush to the location of the Pingshan tribe to eliminate future troubles, while Mrs. Uya returned to the tribe.
Who knew that he would rescue Song Liyun and other people from the Wuda tribe.
All this seems to be God's will.
So it seems that Song Liyun has no credit.
If the Mudan tribe had not neglected its duties, Wuda could naturally have avoided heavy casualties.
But no one expected that Mudan would act on his own and go to capture slaves, exposing Wuda to the claws of the jackals.
People in the tribe said that if the young lady had not come thousands of miles to report the news, many families would have lost their loved ones.
Zhao Tingduo said this, and then he took Song Liyun in his arms and leaned her against his chest, resting his chin on her ear and said in a muffled voice: "Do you know? With the medicine and knife you gave me, I saved three lives.
You truly are the patron saint of my tribe, as Mammy called you. Yun'er, I swear to the gods, I will never let you down in this lifetime.
When the Wuda tribe has a fixed territory like the other royal tribes, I will build a house and a castle for you, and give you the most solid and luxurious home."
Song Liyun's ears were burning from the hot breath from Zhao Tingduo's mouth. She poked his rubbing away with a finger and said angrily, "I'm not a woman who can be satisfied by promises. If you and I don't get along in the future, I will build my own city."
Zhao Tingduo wasn't annoyed by being poked open. Instead, she leaned closer like a candy bar. "Yun'er, you can't leave me behind when you build the city! I'll be your general protecting the country and provide you with funding!"
Maybe Zhao Tingduo was under too much pressure on the battlefield and rarely had time to relax.
At this moment, he changed his serious nature and became like a child who had not grown up, pestering Song Liyun and saying some whimsical words.
Song Liyun was also amused and couldn't help but play along with him, calling him "Great General Protector of the Nation" all the time: "If the Great General wants to invest, he has to use a smuggling account."
The Wuda tribe traded cattle and sheep with Tianxianglou, and Song Liyun also got a share of the profits.
That is another big account book. Together with the garrison and the county government, there are five parties involved.
Zhao Tingduo chuckled, let go of his hand, and didn't care that Song Liyun's face was red from being rubbed by him. He pulled over the wooden box that had just been brought in and opened it happily.
Zhao Tingduo grabbed a string of beads and chuckled, "These things were harvested from the Dongyue tribe. If you like them, use them yourself. If you don't like them, give them as gifts. You can also sell them for silver. As long as you like."
Song Liyun glanced inside and was immediately shocked.
The box, more than a foot high, is filled with gold, silver, and jade, from jewelry to small ornaments, with a wide variety of items.
(End of this chapter)
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