"Father, our dinner is ready. The tent door curtain was opened by a young man, who walked into the tent, paused, and continued, "Okay...... I know, it's not easy right now. However, I thought, let's go to the dinner table and talk about this again!"

The young man was the battle commander of the tribe - like his father, this young man was not very interested in personal combat skills or martial arts, preferring to study the more tactical aspects of combat.

"Well, it's time to eat. The girl "Quecano Dorn Falcon" nodded, and continued, "Tomorrow will begin to prepare for the migration, perhaps, the feast...... It can only be ...... I don't know when the ...... was going on."

"Indeed......" the young man said with some regret.

"Alright, everyone, let's go eat first!" the girl's tone of voice "Quecano Dorn Falcon" became a little more relaxed

"As a chief, you can't bring too much negativity to everyone. Everyone, if you have eaten and drunk, you will be able to think of a way to drive those enemies out of this grassland!"

"That's right!" the young man smiled and nodded.

......

"I also learned about the situation of the enemy. "Chief" Quicano Don Falcon "eats very little—she doesn't usually eat too much, but today she only ate a little barbecue.

Despite her language, she remained optimistic, but there was still some nervousness, even panic in the face of the unknown and mystery.

"They, like us, fight with firearms. "Chieftain Quecanor Dorn Falcon" continued, "They've got one more weapon than we do—something huge, like a small fortress, made of metal compared to our wooden fortress, and most importantly, it can move!"

"Indeed!" said the old man next to him, "and we have no way of knowing what that thing is working on. Mysterious enemy, the most ......"

When the old man said this, he paused, and he could hear that he originally wanted to say "terrible", but perhaps considering everyone's mood, he still changed his words: "Such an unknown enemy is more difficult to deal with." ”

"How many guns do we have in that camp?" asked the young man.

"In each camp, there are almost five light guns and one ordinary artillery. The young man continued, "However, we don't know very well, and we don't know what tactics should be used against them. ”

"Yes......" "Quecano Dorn Falcon" said this, and paused, "Those people, what the hell are they fighting like this, we ...... It's not clear at all. We still know too little about them......"

"But anyway, I've thought of a good way for a while. The young man looked at the "Quecano Dorn Falcon" and nodded with a smile and said, "It has to do with language!"

......

Now, the camp in the most remote area of the Quikano Dorn tribe is almost ready for the migration.

The "Gray-Brown Wilderness Wolf" sat on the edge of his luggage, chatting and resting with a few of his companions, who had just been busy sorting the rest of their belongings into packages and boxes.

At this moment, the panicked shouts of the sentry tribesmen suddenly sounded in the distance: "Someone! It should be them! They are coming!"

The Gray-Brown Wild Wolf immediately became vigilant, and he quickly stood up, then picked up his weapon from the side.

Perhaps, a battle is about to begin!