Chapter 898 Small Tribe

Deep in the vast grassland, the slowly setting sun spread the last ray of fiery red light on a small grassland tribe.

This grassland tribe is not large in size, and the entire tribe is thinking about only one or two hundred people.

But their lives don't seem to be sad.

In the tribal camp, several children who looked like they were eleven or 2 years old were playing wrestling games.

From time to time, there were a burst of "ayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayayaya

They all seem extra serious.

One of the children finally put the other child down on the ground after spending a lot of effort.

This brought a burst of cheers from other children around.

"Win! Risong won that!"

"He defeated Gegemu!"

The child, called "That Sun Song", after gasping for a few heavy breaths, raised his hands with excitement and enjoyed the cheers of other children like a winner.

However, his excitement soon disappeared completely with the appearance of a figure.

"Hey! Amu! Let's compete with me again. This time, I will definitely beat you!"

The child who was called "Amu" by Risong was very thin and looked a little malnourished.

At the age of twelve, he is about the same height as some eight or nine-year-old children in the tribe.

But on his back was a bunch of firewood.

This shows that although Amu is thin, his strength is not small at all.

Now he can do something for the adults in the tribe.

For example, dealing with prey or chopping wood.

Hearing the sound of Risong, Amu turned around faintly.

The expression on his face told everyone the origin of the name "Amu".

Amu is not a formal name, nor does he have a formal name.

Because Amu's parents were killed by horse thieves when he was still very young.

Amu, who had been hiding aside and witnessed the whole process, had his expression since then, so he had the title of Amu, which seemed to be nicknamed.

But don't underestimate him.

Every child in the tribe knows that Amu is the strongest child in this tribe.

That Risong had challenged Amu several times, but never won.

And he lost very thoroughly every time.

I heard from the adults in the tribe that in two years, when Amu grows up, he will be able to take him out for hunting directly.

This is a treatment that no other children do.

Feeling Amu's lifeless eyes falling on him, Risong felt inexplicably panic.

The momentum that was originally quite good was weaker at once.

Afterwards, Risong couldn't help but feel annoyed and secretly scolded himself for being too unscrupulous.

How could Amu be timid after taking a glance?

Just when he was about to take a deep breath and sting his teeth and say a few harsh words.

A sound of horse hooves in the distance made the children in the tribe feel strange.

As children who grew up on the grassland, they are definitely familiar with the sound of horse hooves.

But the strange thing is that the adults in their tribe came back from hunting before sunset. Where did the sound of horse hooves come from now?

Just when the children were thinking so.

The adults stayed in the tent, holding weapons, rushed out of the tent one after another.

Then, only the leader was heard shouting loudly there...

"All women and children go back to the tent to hide, and the men are ready for me to fight!"

Obviously, as the leader of this small tribe, his years of experience have made him realize that the visitor is not good.

Almost as the leader shouted this sentence.

A group of people running from afar came into their sight.

There is no doubt that this team is Siqin and others who have escaped all the way here!

For a month and a half, they had been running away for a full month and a half in the face of the cavalry of the Civilized Worlds!

In the hiding camp, the food they had stored was enough for them to eat until next year.

However, after an emergency, Siqin could not take away all the food.

So, for long-term reasons, he began to control his daily food consumption as early as the first day of escaping that camp.

But even so, it is almost the limit to hold on until now.

Even Siqin, as the king, had already looked obviously thin at this time, and the messy stubbornness spread all over his face, looking very down and out.

He didn't eat a full meal for a week, and his hungry stomach made his whole brain dizzy.

If this continues, they will have to consider killing horses and eating meat.

It was at this time that the scout in front of him who was responsible for exploring the way found a small tribe.

Siqin was so excited when he heard this news.

Then he asked quickly...

"How many people are there in that tribe?"

The scout replied after thinking about it...

"Report to the king, look at the number of tents, at most one or two hundred people!"

Siqin, who got this answer, took a deep breath, and then glanced at the remaining grassland cavalry behind him.

After being chased by the cavalry team of civilization in all worlds for so long, the grassland cavalry under his command are now only 50 or 60 cavalry left.

For a moment, Siqin felt very sad.

A few months ago, he was the king of the Charhan Grassland Kingdom with a population of more than 100,000 and holding thousands of grassland cavalry.

But now, he is so depressed that the remaining forty or fifty grassland cavalry under his command have become pale and thin and listless because they have not had enough food for a long time.

It's like a group of incompetent horse thieves.

But no matter what, being able to live is good.

He only had a few people left in his hands and was in poor condition, but at least his weapons and equipment were still there.

The other party is just a small tribe with a population of one or two hundred people.

Leaving the old, weak, women and children in the tribe, how much combat power is there?

Destroy this small tribe and grab enough food. As long as he can continue to survive, he will find a chance to make a comeback!

With this idea, Siqin decisively issued an order to attack and rushed towards the small tribe with his prairie cavalry.

Their approach undoubtedly aroused the other party's vigilance.

From a distance, they could clearly see the elderly, women and children in the tribe hiding in the tent, while men holding weapons rushed outside.

After confirming their threat, the other party took action without any ambiguity.

Arrows shot directly at them.

In the past, even if it was only the time of the Chalhan tribe.

Faced with such a pitiful attack of bows and arrows, Siqin may not be able to help laughing.

However, at this moment, he couldn't laugh at all.

Because in the next second, a prairie cavalry on their side, who was in poor condition, was shot to the ground by the opponent's arrow...

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