"The priestess is talking about our weakness, we have given so much for these crops, and if it weren't for that, I wouldn't mind teaching the Barisi a lesson with the sword in my hand. But war could wipe out our crops, and that's what worries me. Do you have a good solution? ”

There was silence in the chamber.

After a long time, Masu's uncle, the military commander of the tribe, Molian said: "Then, we have only one choice, a decisive battle at the junction, and we must not let the Balissi set foot in our territory for half a step. ”

"But our warriors are not as numerous as the Barisians, who are about five hundred, while we have less than three hundred. Moreover, they have more weapons than we do, and we only have more than a hundred weapons, and the others can only use agricultural tools. "One person disagrees.

Mollian immediately objected: "If we defend, what will happen to our crops, even if we fight for this life, we must leave hope for the tribe." Moreover, we can ask the Guliosolites for help, and if they can support us with a hundred warriors and weapons, we can defeat the Barissi. ”

The crowd looked up, their eyes fixed on the leader.

Ma Su's father seemed to have made up his mind, stood up and looked around at the others, and then said loudly: "My brother is right, we have no way out, this time we must defend against the enemy!" These crops are God's powerful hope for us, and if we can protect them, then, in the near future, our tribe will exchange food for more weapons, our warriors will no longer have to go hungry, and the damned Barisians will perish! ”

Ma Su stood outside the door, leaning against the wall, looking at the clear white clouds and blue sky, "Is this the era?" And so the war came! Since God has brought me to this time, then I will never let others hurt my family and tribe! ”

At the same time, the same thing happened in the tribes of the Barisi people to the north. The leader of the Barisian tribe, Alaud, arranged for the people to prepare, and then left the tribe to sacrifice to Yves.

"Yves, my friend, is there anything else you want to tell me?" The middle-aged Araud looked at Yves, and the scar on his face not only did not disfigure him, but added a lot of unique charm.

"Honorable Patriarch, has the merchant Giri visited you?" Yves looked at his hands, as if to see what difference there was between them.

"This damn greedy businessman, I really want to take his heart out and see if it's black."

"Merchants are greedy, but there's something lovely about them, isn't it, esteemed Lord Arowd. They have brought us better weapons and wealth, making our tribe stronger and more prosperous. So, for now, we're going to meet their needs. ”

"However, our iron ore also needs a large number of slaves, where can I find more slaves to sell to him?"

"I have an idea, this decisive battle with the Auresi, we will send the captives to the mines, and then sell the slaves eliminated by the mines to them." Yves kept looking at his hands and said slowly.

"The Oresians are not so simple, I have heard that Ronecke has married his daughter to the son of the chief of the Cyriosolites, and this time they may send warriors to help in the battle," Alaud pondered.

"Then we'll let the Ersubis attack the Guliosolites, so that they can't support the Auresi."

"That's a good idea, but how could the Ersubis listen to us?"

"Give them twenty weapons, ten sets of leather armor, and some food."

Araud pondered for a moment and said, "That's it! Damn, if it weren't for that damn cart, I could have waited until the beginning of next spring to fight this battle. Hunger was able to destroy the Auresi, not now with the lives of warriors. ”

Yve's silent eyes flashed with excitement, "What a crop! ”

If Ma Su knew that this war was for his own sake, he didn't know how to feel!

As the time approached, the warriors gathered from their villages to the towns with weapons and farm tools, and the people brought their own food, although not much, but it is not known how many wives and children in the family would go hungry. And Ma Su once again realized the backwardness of the tribe, only a hundred of the three hundred warriors had rusty broken swords and axes in their hands, the others held wooden sticks and hoes and sickles in their hands, more than fifty people were dressed in tattered leather armor, and most of them were shirtless, and the scars on their bodies were intertwined.

However, it was such a group of people, with no fear of war on their faces, who laughed loudly, fought and gambled what they could get out of their hands, a loaf of bread, a pair of trousers, and a decent hoe.

Time's up!

Early this morning, mother Alice and second sister Nasha prepared breakfast early, father Rothneck cleaned the family's two war horses, and eldest brother Paul squatted on the side to polish his and his father's iron swords. Masu wanted to go up to help, but was pushed aside by Paul, a ritual for warriors that outsiders could not interfere with.

"It's time to eat!" Mother Alice looked worriedly at her husband and children.

Father and Paul put the sharpened iron sword on the horseback, and then the father picked up Masu and walked into the house. Breakfast was a little depressing, and my mother put the best food in my father's and eldest brother's bowls, but she didn't eat a single bite herself, and kept watching them quietly, hoping that they wouldn't eat so quickly.

But the father didn't seem to notice, urged Paul to finish the meal quickly, and then stood up violently. Ma Su saw that her mother Alice's body trembled.

The father hugged his mother, kissed his wife passionately, then looked at her, and suddenly smiled, "Honey, wait for me to come back!" ”

With tears streaming down her eyes, her mother turned to her father again and said, "Rosneck, promise me that you and Paul will come back!" ”

The father bent down to pick up the second sister Nasha and kissed her fiercely, while the mother hugged her son Paul and admonished.

"Father, take me with you!" Ma Su couldn't take it anymore, and the soul in his body told him what to do.

"Haha!" The father laughed loudly and picked up Ma Su, "Alongsi, you are still young, when you grow up, I will definitely take you." ”

"Nope! Father, I can help you, and I can protect myself, I defeated Louis, didn't I? "Although Ma Su is self-aware and knows that although he can't go to the battlefield, war is not a group fight, and reasonable tactics will determine the success or failure of the war.

"No! Alonsi! The father sank his face, put Ma Su down, and turned to walk outside.

Paul grabbed Ma Su, then looked into his eyes and said seriously, "Brave brother, mother and your sister also need your protection, don't they?" Don't make Father angry, wait for us to come back! ”