At a critical moment, Wang Chong suddenly thought of the water puddle in the tribe.

Without cover, hiding in a puddle is a good choice, and the puddles in the tribe are not deep, so with his current height, he is not afraid of suffocating to death.

"Mumph, run!"

At this time, the wet nurse and the others hid in the room, and Wang Chong pulled the mute girl and ran away.

When I arrived at the puddle, I jumped down without hesitation.

At the same time, countless yellow sand mixed with gravels rushed towards them, hitting many people who were still outside.

At such a strong wind speed, the gravel slicing was very powerful to hit people. Many people were hit by the slicing, and they were instantly bleeding, and some were swept into the wind, and even people could not see it, and only screams could be heard.

Wang Chong hid in the puddle, only half of his head was exposed, and he squinted his eyes and looked at everything on the ground.

Miserable, so miserable!

Living in the wasteland, not only is the conditions harsh, but there are also many disasters. There are droughts before and famine afterwards, but now there are even sandstorms.

"Boom..."

At this time, several thatched huts in the distance were directly overturned by sandstorms, and the deserted slaves hid inside screamed in tears.

The storm continued, and among countless yellow sand, the thatched hut where Daya lived was uprooted.

Fortunately, Big Teeth ran fast and rushed out all of a sudden.

But his children were too late and were suddenly pressed under the overturned thatched hut. The people inside howled a few times, gradually disappeared.

Wang Chong looked at all this with a cold face. This is the cruelty of the wilderness. Human life is like a mustard of grass, especially some deserted people, who don’t even care about their own children.

"Milk...mother..."

The mute girl pointed at the place where the wet nurses and the others hid, and said things hard.

The hut was hiding with the nurse and a few deserted slaves, and the thatched hut was already shaking, but Wang Chong couldn't do anything himself. The storm outside was too big. He was only five years old. His tender body would probably be blown away directly when he ran out.

"Boom..."

Finally, the thatched hut on the wet nurse was overturned, and the people inside ran away in horror.

The storm was getting bigger and denser, and its visibility was less than two meters long. For safety, Wang Chong could only shrank his head with the mute girl and waited for the storm to leave.

Half an hour later, the storm finally weakened and finally attacked the stone field in the distance.

"Woooo... Mama, Mama..."

"A Da, my A Da is dead, woo..."

As the sandstorm left, the entire tribe was filled with crying sounds.

Wang Chong climbed out of the puddle and looked into his eyes. Nearly half of the thatched huts in the tribe were damaged. Is countless slaves and servants killed by rocks, some were crushed to death by collapsed houses, and more were seriously injured, with screams and crying everywhere.

The mute girl ran to the wet nurse and the others regardless of the gravel on the ground, and there were some voices of the wild slaves calling for help inside.

"Aba, Aba..."

The mute girl was excitedly pulling the house, but she was too weak to move the house.

Wang Chong looked around and saw the big teeth sitting on the ground with an ugly face. He hurriedly ran over: "Big teeth, the wet nurse and the others were pressed down, so save them."

Daya stared at Wang Chong tightly, obviously a little impatient.

Wang Chong hurriedly said, "They are all your slaves. When they die, you will lose a lot of wealth. No one will quarrel or farm for you in the future."

Hearing this, Daya's angry expression eased a little, and he said in a deep voice: "Where are they?"

“It’s there.”

Daya followed Wang Chong and then moved away the roof of the thatched hut.

The wet nurse was already dead, her eyes widened, and a slave girl had her legs broken and she cried and screamed in pain.

Several male slaves were injured, but it was not a problem.

The next step is the intense rescue work. Although these warriors don’t care about their subordinates, they are still rushing ahead at this time. There is no reason, just because the wasteland slaves and servants are their property. If the losses are serious, no one will work for them in the future.

At night, Wang Chong calculated that this time, the wet nurse and a servant died on Daya. As for his children, they were all smashed to death, leaving only his two wives.

After knowing this, Daya screamed in anger, but there was nothing he could do, and life still had to be passed. So everyone cleaned up the body and prepared to bury the body by dawn.

The mute girl looked at the wet nurse's body and sobbed. The wet nurse was dead and no one taught them how to do things, and life would be even more difficult in the future.

"Stop crying, eat it." Wang Chong handed over a bowl of mutton soup: "Daya said that his son is dead, and he can't finish it anyway, so he will give it to us."

The mute girl sniffed the delicious mutton soup and took it over.

"Although the wet nurse is dead, she definitely doesn't want us to be so sad. We eat more and grow up early. Then I will become a warrior."

Wang Chong did not say that he wanted to become the leader of the tribe. After all, this was a bit out of reach for the mute girl, and he could just know some things.

As he was talking, he suddenly saw two warriors rushing towards this side.

"Your master is big teeth." A warrior shouted.

"Where are you." Wang Chong pointed to the edge of the puddle.

The two walked over there and shouted, "Big teeth, big teeth!"

"Shazi, what's the matter?" Daya stood up and bit the mutton and asked in a vague way.

"What happened? I came to report it before and found that there was a gap between the NiuTou Tribe. The leader suspected that the NiuTou Tribe would attack us while we encountered a sandstorm. So hurry up and prepare."

"The grandsons of the NiuTou Tribe dare to mess with us, Mad, the lessons learned in the past few years are not enough."

Daya cursed and picked up a thick wooden stick next to him.

The three of them ran out quickly, and Wang Chong said to the mute girl: "Mutual girl, you eat first, I'll go and have a look."

Following Daya and the others all the way to the leader Wuzhao. Wuzhao's house was not only big, but also the strongest house here, so it did not collapse. At this moment, at the door of his house, there were many warriors in the tribe, and there were many deserted slaves and servants like Wang Chong watching in the distance.

"Chief, I'm here." Daya said breathlessly.

"Well, I listened, I found traces of the gap between the Cowhead Tribe in front of me. Just now, my son Axe also looked up, Axe, tell me."

Daya seemed to be intentionally developing the Axe leadership skills, so he let him speak.

Axe nodded and stood up and shouted, "The people from the NiuTou Tribe are now at the foot of the mountain!"

"How many people!" someone shouted.

"It's too dark to see clearly." Axe said.

Five claws shouted: "They must have seen us encounter a sandstorm, and they attacked us while we were in chaos. Everyone was ready for me to fight!"

Just after he finished speaking, a deserted slave ran over in the distance: "Some people, many people are coming!"

"Kill all the people from the Stone Tribe, grab food, and shoot women!!" A roar came, and many figures rushed from all directions.
Chapter completed!