As long as there is a war, it is inevitable that there will be casualties, killing a thousand enemies and losing eight hundred, this is an inevitable thing, although Wang Lang's tribe is much more advanced than the fire tribe in terms of weapons and tactics, but after all, it is not easy to win due to the limitation of numbers, and the sword has no eyes on the battlefield, and no one can guarantee whether it is life or death.

Although Wang Lang understood this truth, he still couldn't accept it in his heart when he saw his companion who got along day and night die in front of him like this.

Wang Lang stood up and silently walked to the corpses of those dead soldiers, bowed deeply, leaned down and closed the eyes of those dead soldiers.

"They are all brave, their sacrifices have protected our tribe, we cannot live up to their efforts, and we hope that their souls will bless our tribe in heaven." Wang Lang said with some sadness.

"Chief, the sacrifice of these warriors is worth it." Kong Yi said lightly.

Wang Lang nodded and said, "We want to give them the most decent funeral, this is the honor they deserve." ”

Everyone looked at their dead companions and nodded approvingly.

Wang Lang asked the corpses of these soldiers to be looked after, and he didn't want mosquitoes to disturb the warriors' rest.

People can't be resurrected after death, life still has to go on, Wang Lang cheered up and came to the three seriously injured soldiers.

The injuries of these three soldiers were very serious, and Wang Lang knew at a glance that these three people might not survive, and they could not deal with such wounds at all under the current conditions.

Seeing the three of them moaning in pain on the ground, Wang Lang felt a pain in his heart, leaned down to hold the hand of a soldier, and said, "I'm sorry, I can't save you." ”

The soldier endured the pain and said with difficulty, "First... Chief, I don't. I don't blame you, I can... Coming to this tribe is the most I have ever born... The happiest thing, we won, we won. ”

Wang Lang said with a little choked up: "We won, you are all good." ”

The soldier grinned, but the pain of the wound made his face distort, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and held Wang Lang's hand vigorously and said, "Chief, give... Give me a pain... Rejoice, let me go and see the dead. ”

When Wang Lang heard this, his heart seemed to be dripping blood, he nodded with a painful face, and said: "I will give you a name now, you brave soldiers, you will be named after Ying, you are all heroes of the tribe, brave young man, you will be called Yingsoul in the future, you two are called Yingjie, Yingyun." ”

The three of them closed their eyes and smiled when they heard this, waiting for their people to end their suffering.

Wang Lang stood up and drew out the short sword, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds at the moment, and he couldn't lift it in his hand.

"Lang, I'd better come!" Jian Ya choked up.

Wang Lang shook his head, gritted his teeth, raised his short sword in pain, looked at the three soldiers and said, "Warrior, go all the way!" ”

After saying that, he ended the lives of the three with this short sword in his hand.

Wang Lang threw away the short sword in his hand, sat on the ground limply, and said with some distraction: "Isn't my leader very useless." ”

"Lang, if it weren't for you, we'd be dead a long time ago." Lin Huo said.

Wang Lang shook his head and smiled, looked up at the sky, and said to himself, "Their souls will definitely reach the gods and watch us from above." ”

Everyone also looked up at the sky silently, as if they could really see those dead companions, watching themselves high in the sky.

Life still has to go on after the grief, and the injured companions still need to be treated, although there is no medicine now, but in order to prevent the small wound from becoming infected, Wang Lang has people boil a lot of hot water to scrub the wounds on the soldiers' bodies.

A day later, the results of this station were counted, counting the clansmen killed in Linhe Village, a total of fifteen clansmen were killed in this battle, so many people died, and the tribe, which was already a small number, can be said to be broken.

The number of enemy deaths was also counted by the dark clouds, not counting the enemies killed during the previous defense of the city, and the results of this battle alone were one hundred and three enemies, and the results can be said to be very amazing.

Jianya listened to the statistics of the dark clouds, and said with some excitement: "If there are more of us, none of those enemies will be able to escape." ”

Wuyun nodded and said, "Lang, it seems that we are going to replenish the population of the tribe. ”

"Well, it's time to replenish the population, and after a while I will send people to the west to recruit those small tribes, with the prestige of this battle, those tribes should be able to join us." Wang Lang said.

"If they don't join us, we will arrest them all back, let them live a good life, and we will beg them, how can there be such a reason in this world." Jianya said with a cold snort.

Wang Lang smiled and said, "We can't use force, as long as we spread the news of this battle, there will definitely be many people coming." ”

After speaking, he looked at the dark clouds and said, "How much corn has been destroyed!" ”

At the mention of this, the dark cloud sighed and said, "It's almost half destroyed, I'm afraid there is not enough food this season." ”

"It's okay, with the new method of planting in Yancun, I think the yield will be a lot more this season, so you don't have to worry too much." Wang Lang said steadily.

"Chief, will those enemies still come?" Bark asked.

"I don't think I'll be coming back anytime soon, I've already asked Kong Er and them to follow those fleeing enemies, find their tribe, and in the future we will avenge our dead companions." Wang Lang said coldly with a gloomy face.

"These damn things, if you catch them, you must make them worse than dead." Lin Huo gritted his teeth and said.

"Jianya, you go and bring that wing." Wang Lang said.

"Lang, are you going to kill him, yes, this guy is also over there, and killing him is just to pay tribute to the dead clansmen." Jianya said fiercely.

"When did I say I killed him, I have my own plans for you to bring him over." Wang Lang said with a smile.

Jianya scratched his hair, he couldn't understand what Wang Lang was doing with a slave, but he still reluctantly got up and walked to the place where the slave was held.

It didn't take long for Jianya to bring his trembling wings over.

The frightened pale wings crouched on the ground, trembling all over, he didn't know if these people would kill him in a fit of rage, and he was terrified in his heart at the moment.

"Look up." Wang Lang squinted his eyes and said.

Wing carefully raised his head and knelt in front of Wang Lang.

"Your tribe has been defeated by us, what do you think now?" Wang Lang asked, staring at Wing's eyes.

"Great leader, how can the Fire Tribe compare with you, your bravery is like a lion on the grassland, the Fire Tribe is like a rabbit on the grassland in front of you, no matter how many rabbits there are, the lion's opponent." Tsubasa said with sincerity on his face.