The mountains are in the east, the sun is shining brightly, and the sea breeze is slightly warm. The comfortable southern seaside is unforgettable, and it is a rare break during the long journey.

The 3,000 Guajili Army stopped for three days in Trout Village. On both sides of the Talsas River, the dog-born warriors requisitioned food like they were in no man's land. The red-haired scouts went tens of miles east of the Tahe River, fought with the scouts sent by Haenyeo City on a small scale, and captured two survivors.

After interrogating the two survivors, Hei Lang was disappointed.

All ministries in Southeast Turkos are in a state of readiness. The small tribes moved into the jungle of the Pumpkin Mare Mountains and hid in the high mountains and long roads, making it extremely difficult to find them. The large tribes gathered in Haenyeo City, gathering tens of thousands of tribesmen, at least six or seven thousand strong enough to guard the city.

Three thousand dog-born fighters faced off against six or seven thousand Tekos Dingzhuang. If it was a field battle, the black wolf would be sure to win in one battle, and there would not even be too many casualties. But if it is to attack the walled city built on the mountain, it is somewhat powerless. And even if the attack can be won, the casualties must be huge.

"...Besides, the Guajili army has been running for a long time and is quite exhausted. The soldiers have all robbed property again, and their fighting spirit is not as good as before."

Black Wolf stood at the mouth of the Talsas River, looking at the raging river. Hundreds of canoes were swaying on the bank of the river, and thousands of dog-born warriors happily stuffed the large property just confiscated into the canoes.

Canoes were used by legions to transport provisions and also to load trophies. Hei Lang watched a young warrior pile up several baskets of corn and two bags of black beans in the boat. Another middle-aged soldier tied a turkey and threw it into the boat. The turkey cooed vigorously at the beginning, struggling desperately on the boat, and its feathers flew around. The canines yelled and were busy, but no one paid any attention to it. It barked desperately for a while, then suddenly stopped barking, and just stretched its head forward bit by bit.

The black wolf squinted his eyes and watched carefully, only to find that the turkey had pecked a hole in the bag of black beans and was stealing the beans one after another.

"...Stealing military rations, I will roast you tonight."

Hei Lang licked his lips, feeling a little hungry. He continued to move his gaze to another ship, his brow furrowed unconsciously.

A red-haired hunter took a big ball of straw and threw it onto the boat. He was followed by a few ordinary dog ​​descendants, walking over cautiously with each movement. In the arms of the dog descendants, there are actually big clay pots for cooking! Several people arranged the clay pot on the straw, and put two rolls of cotton cloth on it. Finally, the red-haired hunter thought for a while, and stuffed a bunch of salted fish and several clay bowls into the clay pot.

Seeing this, Hei Lang was angry and funny, but he didn't say anything. The soldiers ran hard, and it is understandable to take away the spoils. It's just that the dog descendants looted, even clay pots and bowls, they were really poor.

"Well, the legion has big bags and small bags, and it will lose energy when fighting... It's time to go back!"

Black Wolf made up his mind. He passed the decision to return to the army to the whole army, and the dog-born army burst into cheers. The personal guard Mavic specially took the sacred stone to say goodbye to the village Mahuo "friendly". Huitu Puap handed over the sailors and boats he had brought to the black wolf.

Two days later, the 3,000 Guajili Legion finally ended their journey and returned along the Talsas River with more than 1,000 conscripted civilian sailors. The Dogborn marched along the river bank, the fleet traveled upstream, and the scouts went one step ahead to report back to the city of Kuramo.

The water is so dull, and thousands of boats return to the north. Before setting off, Hei Lang looked towards the west for the last time, confident and heroic, with emotion in his heart. He set out from Apachingan, went deep into the southwestern mountains, arrived at the coast of the sea, and then detoured along the coast, returning north from the mouth of the Ta River. Fighting thousands of miles all the way, the casualties were only a few hundred, and tens of thousands of enemies were defeated!

"All the tribes in the southwest are about to fall into famine. What are the tribal coalition forces in Chimali doing now?"

To the west of the mountains, seven hundred miles away. The fire in Hand Snake City had already been extinguished, and most of the buildings in the city were reduced to ashes. In the once prosperous city, only a circle of low stone walls remained, and the stone walls were covered with smoky scorched black. These remaining traces are like the last confession, silently telling the fate of destruction.

The shield chief Chimali boarded the top of the city, silently looking at the burned city of Hand Snake, without saying a word. This city was built by him with his clansmen, and it has carried so many ambitions! Soon, the memories of the past month flooded his mind, like an inescapable nightmare, bringing him constant pain and despair.

Two months ago, 12,000 tribal coalition forces poured out of the mountains to support the alliance's palm family and met the enemy on the Apa Plain. The two sides have been entangled for half a month, but there has never been a major war, but suddenly incredible news came from the rear: the food road was cut off, and the rear was attacked by the enemy! The army suddenly fell into crisis, and its morale plummeted.

Faced with this dangerous situation, Chimali first led the tribal coalition forces, plundered several villages in the Apa Plain, and obtained food for a few days. Then, while mustering their courage, they fought with thousands of northern barbarians, and at the same time they withdrew their troops to the southwest mountain road with great difficulty.

Retreating in front of the enemy is the most difficult, especially when the opponent is a red-haired savage who is as fast as the wind. The Allied forces left behind their cumbersome loot, which dragged the barbarians down for two days. Then, thousands of savages took the things, put them up again, and harassed them repeatedly. The ministries could only retreat twenty miles a day, and the morale of the army soon fluctuated.

After finally passing Kanhe Village, the mountain road to return home was in front of them, but the coalition forces split on the spot. The two thousand southeast tribes decided to retreat from the mountain path to the depths of the southeast forest. They were originally the tribe there, and they came out of the mountain to plunder. Now that all the ministries are retreating, they will naturally not go to Hand Snake City in the southwest.

There is not enough food in Chimali to keep people's hearts. He reluctantly nodded in agreement, and the two thousand coalition troops left on the same day. Later, he left two thousand warriors from small tribes to stop the enemy at the mountain pass. The remaining 8,000 tribes headed south quickly, heading straight for Hand Snake City.

At the beginning of January, the coalition forces finally returned to the hand snake basin, and the villages were reduced to ashes along the way. Everyone was uneasy, and when they arrived at the city of Hand Snake, what they saw was a ruined wall and a Beijing temple built with thousands of male heads!

The tribes are gone, the women and children in the city are gone, the chief's hall is gone, the wooden houses are gone... More importantly, the barn full of grain is gone!

Chief Chimali rushed into the city and looked at the burned barn as if struck by lightning. In it, he has saved for several years, which can feed 50,000 people for a year! Once there is no food, it will be more terrible than losing thousands of soldiers, which is a terrible result that the coalition forces cannot bear!

After inspecting the barn, Chimali went crazy. He personally led the tribal warriors to scrape the ashes from the barn from early morning to evening, only a little bit of burnt grain was scraped out. The nearby villages were all destroyed, the mountain people fled, and there was no food to collect.

At this time, it is the end of the day and the end of the hero. Chimali is just the leader of the tribal alliance, relying on prestige and strength to suppress the various tribes. But at this moment, there is no victory in the expedition, no harvest in looting, and the city is still burned. His prestige is running out. When the hearts of the ministries are dispersed, they cannot be restrained.

Eight thousand coalition troops gathered in Hand Snake City, and the food they carried with them could only last another seven or eight days. After the various tribes learned that there was no food in the barn, the last bit of anger was lost. More than 3,000 tribal fighters left that day, most of them went to the southeast mountains and forests, and each returned to his hometown. A small number of small tribes fled to the northwest, looking for relief from the western Kolima tribes.

In this way, under the surprise attack from the back of the black wolf, more than 10,000 brave Terkos coalition forces gradually collapsed without a battle. Within a few days, there were only more than 4,000 fighters from the Shield tribe's headquarters left in Hand Snake City, and all the other tribes that had been gathered dispersed.

Chimali sent envoys to cry for help from the tribes of Colima more than 200 miles away, promising tribes and land, and willing to submit to the chieftain of Colima. Then, while dispatching tribal warriors to hunt in the mountains, he set up a hidden slaughterhouse in the city to quietly turn the gathered old and weak into food.

The four thousand soldiers just stayed in the Hand Snake Basin and suffered bitterly, relying on Hand Snake City for defense, while letting the black wolf attack and kill from behind, they couldn't stay away at all.

Because, thousands of red-haired barbarians appeared again in the north of the basin. These northern savages pursued like greedy and persistent wolves. Once the food-deficient tribal army retreats southward, they may soon be scattered by the pack of wolves. And the two thousand Tekos fighters in the back of the palace must have been devoured by the pack of wolves.

"The autumn wind blew past, and the yellow leaves fell from the mountains. I thought I was an evergreen pine and cypress, but I didn't want to be just a shallow tree withered on the top of the mountain... The remaining hope of the trees lies in the mountains in the west..."

The sun is rising, and the mountain wind is cold, rolling up pieces of yellow leaves. Chimali stood bitterly on the top of the city, looking west, like a stiff wooden sculpture.

The Ministries of Colyma in the West were his only hope. Even though the two sides were once at odds, but now facing the coercion of the Northern Kingdom, they should join forces to form an alliance. Well, subservience is also a form of alliance.

"...Two months ago, I had more than 10,000 troops, tens of thousands of tribesmen, rich cities, sufficient food, all ministries responded to everyone, and my prestige was unmatched for a while. But at this moment, and now...Ah! Black Wolf, I I will kill you! Roar! Roar!"

Chief Chimali stood there for a moment, with hideous pain appearing on his face. He growled like a wild beast, until a middle-aged chieftain came in a hurry. It was his own brother, the herbal elder Malina.

"Brother, last night, more than a hundred tribal fighters escaped!"

Elder Malina had a heavy expression on his face. As soon as he met, he reported bad news.

"Damn it!"

Chief Chimali cursed in a low voice, but the anger on his face was silently put away, and it became calm as if he had a well-thought-out plan. Among the wolves in the jungle, the wolf king who loses his majesty will be devoured, and the tribe is just like the jungle.

"Malina, my younger brother, go and appease the tribal warriors for me! Tell them that we still have one month's worth of food, and the various ministries of Western Colima have agreed to support us, and the first batch of food is on the way!"

Elder Malina opened his mouth, but stopped talking. It is now the end of January, and the food in the tribe has been exhausted. The soldiers ate meat and insects of dubious origin, and chewed the barely enough leaves and bark, so how could they hide it!

And the envoys to Fire River City also returned without success. The ministries of Colima quarreled, but no agreement was reached. The chief of Colima gave an unacceptable condition, but let the shield tribe move westward and merge into the various tribes of Colima.

"Brother, the red-haired barbarians from the north are harassing outside the city day and night, and the soldiers' hearts are in turmoil. I don't know when the support from Fire River City will arrive."

Elder Malina hesitated for a while, then whispered.

"Things have come to this, and the demise of the Palm family is a foregone conclusion. Our southwest tribe and the northern kingdom have no unresolved hatred... No matter how powerful the northern kingdom is, it cannot directly bring the seven hundred miles mountainous area under its management. Self-government by ministries?”

Hearing this, Chief Chimali suddenly turned around and looked at him coldly.

"Malina, what do you want to say?"

"Brother, as long as the Northern Kingdom is willing to stop the war and provide some food support. Even if the tribe is required to submit to the north again and pay tribute regularly, just like the Tarasco Kingdom, it is not unacceptable...as long as the tribe can continue. ..”

"Malina, my younger brother, the northern kingdom is extremely vicious, a beast that eats people without spitting bones! They won't even spare their own nobles!"

Chief Chimali replied coldly.

"Look at what these people are doing! Burn Hand Snake City, burn all the food that can't be taken away, destroy all villages, and leave behind the brutal Jingguan... They want our lives, how can they spare us possible!"

"...brother..."

"say no more!"

Chief Chimali suppressed his anger and shouted sharply.

"Go down!"

"yes."

Elder Malina's face showed fear. He lowered his head, turned and left. Soon, the roar of a beast sounded from behind.

Hearing his brother's roar, Elder Malina paused, his expression changing. After a while, he pursed his lips and walked into the city silently.

All the houses in the city were burned down, and the people either lived in grass huts or huts with cloth tents. He walked past the straw huts where the soldiers gathered, chatted with everyone, and then left complaining "I can't get enough to eat!" and "When will the food arrive?" Then, he bowed his head and walked to his cloth tent.

The silence in front of the tent was terrifying, and the two soldiers who were supposed to be guarding also disappeared. Elder Malina stood for a moment, lowered his eyes, and finally opened the curtain and entered.

"Malina, you're finally back!"

The strong herbal smell hits the face. A burly middle-aged noble chief sat cross-legged in the tent. His face is carved with blue and green lines, birds and animals are painted on his arms, and his hair is intentionally cut short. At first glance, it is reminiscent of a jungle.

"Hunting Elder Toppan, what are you doing here so early?... Get up, don't sit on my herbs!"

Elder Malina had a sullen face and his words were cold. As an herbal elder, he manages herbal medicine in the tribe. Toppan, on the other hand, manages hunting in the tribe and is also a well-known warrior leader in the tribe.

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Elder Toppan chuckled and remained motionless. Then, with a solemn face, he asked in a deep voice.

"What did Chimali say?"

"...Brother disagrees. He says the Northern Kingdom will not let us go. He is also waiting for assistance from the ministries of Colima."

"Hehe! The Northern Kingdom will not let us go? No, the Northern Kingdom will not let us go, only he, the chief!"

Elder Toppan smiled coldly.

"The assistance of the various tribes in Colima swallowed us up! Then there was no one left in our shield tribe, and they were all divided up. Besides, the northern kingdom has long sent warriors to attack the road leading to the west. The tribe wants to move , you have to go!"

Elder Malina was silent. After a long time, he opened his mouth quietly, accepting the sentence of fate.

"Tell me, what is the condition on the other side?"

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