In the early hours of the next morning, the sky was not yet fully bright, and there were still a few stars hanging in the sky, twinkling faintly.

Evil Xiaoqi woke up the old chief and led a few slaves out of the stockade and climbed along the rugged dirt road at the bottom of the cliff to the edge of the rock wall. Here is the cliff, that side is the deep stream, the narrow road is full of rugged bluestone, smooth as a mirror, mossy inches.

Although he has never been on the battlefield, astrological divination, medical poison pharmacology, war strategy and military strategy, civil and military strategy...... There are all kinds of everything, and the evil Xiaoqi is slightly involved.

According to the records of "War in the Field", as early as hundreds of years ago, there was a war between slaves and wolf armies in the Wasteland. The end result was a surprise, as the underclothed slave tribe crossed the wasteland and raised the banner again. The mountains are rocky, the forests are dense, and wild animals are infested. This natural harsh environment makes it difficult for the enemy to attack. And the slaves used the simple mechanism made of wild vines, which caused a lot of trouble for the well-armed wolf knights.

Evil Xiaoqi drew a sketch on the ground with a branch that only he could understand, and then asked the old chief to command a few sturdy slaves to cut down dozens of finger-thick vines with a firewood knife, twist them into twisted shapes, and use thin wicker to tie the sharpened branches one by one, entangled with each other like an overwhelming net hidden in the depths of the dense forest.

When the sun came out, there was a sound of horses' hooves on the official road, and the sound of hooves was rapid, and they galloped.

Dozens of fiery horses neighed and stopped in front of the dirt road into the stockade, kicking up the yellow smoke.

On top of the first black spotted horse, a fierce short-haired man sits on his back, with a tiger's back and a large ring steel knife on his back. With a hideous face, he shouted loudly: "The old chief in the stockade listens, I am the second master Fanjianghai, and now these tribes have not paid hunting tribute to your village." If I don't pay it today, I won't be able to explain it when I go back. The brothers are not going to go either. Just stay at the entrance of the village, when will you hand over the hunting tribute, and when will we leave. ”

"It's Master Ang's people, right? Let's not go out yet, just perfunctory him and lure the snake out of the hole." Evil Xiaoqi crouched in the grass and said in a low voice.

"Second master, my nephew was not sensible and offended a lot last night, and I hope you have a lot of them. Forgive reckless young people. We really don't have that much hunting, and the weather is humid these days, and there is very little prey. You can do it, and a few more days of grace. The old chief sat upright in a tuft of weeds. The pines and cypresses not far away, the clumps of dark green leaves, under the sunlight and against the yellow-brown earth, are like a cluster of wolf smoke rising into the sky, which seems to be warning something.

Fan Jianghai rode his horse around twice vigilantly, looked up at the dense forest, was silent for a while, and then whispered a few words to the knight beside him, and then the knight rode his horse quickly and disappeared into the smoke and dust in the sky after a while.

Could it be that he found out? Evil Xiaoqi's heart tightened, and he could see that although this Fan Jianghai looked reckless, he was very thoughtful, maybe he had some kind of idea?

The evil little seven leaned closer to the old chieftain, and discussed that no matter what method was used, they would definitely be led into the stockade.

"Otherwise, the second master, we still have some tiger skins saved last year in our village, you can take them to pay first. Wait until we have hunted the prey and then redeem it. The old chief raised his tone especially when he said the last three words, and in this high tone there was a sense of supplication.

"Oh, is that so?" The cunning Pan Jianghai watched the pillar of light that came out of the gap in the forest, hitting the old chief's body and the top of his head like a layer of gold edge. Somehow, there was a faint sense of foreboding. Feeling heavy and desperate, he forced himself to pretend he didn't notice the gloomy and ominous atmosphere.

"Old chief, you guys are leading the way. We followed. Pan Jianghai noticed that although the evil Xiaoqi beside the old chief was also covered with oil paint and wrapped in animal skins, he felt that something was wrong. A few slaves walked slowly beside the old chief, only the young man walked as light as a leopard. There is no reason to doubt the old chief's nephew, because the old chief himself is not a member of the slave tribe, but a serious businessman, and he was framed and escaped. Relying on the wisdom of the brain, he became the leader of the slave tribe.

Evil Xiaoqi followed behind the old chief, and he always felt that there were eyes staring at him tightly at the back of his head, which made his scalp tingle. He knew that the burly Fanjianghai was only a foot behind him, which was not a safe distance. Even if the simple vine-made trap could be activated, the long knives of these samurai would have shaved off the heads of themselves and the slaves. As soon as he reached the position of the opportunity, Evil Xiaoqi only had to jump down and pull a vine hanging down from the tree, and the big net would fall, but it was very risky.

It's so close, if you don't take advantage of the opportunity, you risk losing it all.

Evil Xiaoqi was thinking about it, when he suddenly heard someone shouting from behind: "It's not good, there is an ambush." ”

At the moment of turning his head, a cold steel knife was held on his neck, and the temperature of the refined steel instantly gave his skin a layer of goosebumps, and the cold feeling went straight to the bottom of his heart.

"You are a relative of the old chief?, I heard that my brother was injured yesterday, and you are not small, you don't inquire, who is my family Ang? . Pan Jianghai straddled the horse, staring at Evil Xiaoqi with big eyes like copper bells

"In broad daylight, where is the king's law?" Evil Xiaoqi said indignantly.

"Boy, this place is not surnamed Guan, surnamed Ang, Master Ang is the king, it is the law?"

Evil Xiaoqi already had a red mark on his neck, and the knife had obviously increased its strength. But he didn't dodge or dodge, raised his head and confronted the river and sea.

"The child is not sensible, the second master sees my face, so spare him. The old chief and a few slaves heard the movement behind them, they all turned around and turned back, and he saw that two cold rays suddenly burst out in Fan Jianghai's eyes, staring at the face of the evil Xiaoqi, which was extremely terrifying. Hurry up and please.

The white clouds roamed in the sky, not knowing when they obscured the sun, hiding thousands of golden threads behind the thick clouds, and the light of the forest was immediately half hidden. I didn't see any movement of the young man in front of him, but he was shocked by a cold wind coming from the back of his head, and Fan Jianghai hurriedly raised his knife to block the file, and heard the evil Xiaoqi shouting: "Old chief, hurry up, run quickly." ”

The horses let out a long neigh, and the sound of breaking wind in the woods pierced the tranquility.

Branches of large and small trees flew like lightning to the bottom of the cliffs, mostly small sticks with pointed tips and poison, and occasionally a large arrow like a javelin, which weaved a dark cloud in the air, paused in the air, and then accelerated as if fueled. Splitting the air, he rushed out towards the enemy like a bamboo. The screams and neighing of horses came and went, and the cries and shouts and scolding became one after another, and in the blink of an eye, it became a mess of porridge.

Evil Xiaoqi's eyes suddenly became fierce, and with a wave of the forging knife in his hand, in an instant, he had already cut down an oncoming knight and fell off his horse.

"Withdraw, retreat!" Seeing that the scene was in chaos, Fan Jianghai knew that the defeat was irretrievable, how could he take care of the mission of urging the tribute, roared, regardless of the head of the horse, led a group of warriors, circled in an arc in the chaotic woods, turned around and ran wildly along the way he came, he took the lead in escaping, and his subordinates, who were already in chaos, still had the slightest courage to fight, and all of them broke away in an uproar...

... The sun broke through the thick dark clouds, and the huge pillars of light spilled through the gaps in the trees, and the sun slanted in the west, and the wind passed through the trees, bringing a slight coolness.

The slaves who tasted the fruits of victory for the first time couldn't help but shout slogans that Evil Xiaoqi couldn't understand, and excitedly lifted him high and threw him down again, venting their excitement to the fullest, just like raising the banner of victory.

Evil Xiaoqi's forging knife had long since stopped humming. Standing alone beside the tree, silently gazing at the land.

... Located in the middle of the clearing, a wooden house was made of a tree trunk about two feet in diameter hollowed out in its entirety. There were a few wisps of crooked ferns hanging from the doorway.

It is the only house in the tribe that is not built on a tree, and it represents a unique authority.

The old chief wore a white peacock feather that symbolized nobility and coldness, and was dressed in a white robe, and his thin eyes were full of joy on his wrinkled face. Trembling with a scepter, he slowly walked out surrounded by more than a dozen middle-aged slaves.

His slender eyes showed a rare smile, and he led a few capable slaves to bow and worship, and then sat cross-legged.

"May the benevolent gods bless our tribe with eternal peace, bestow upon the brave children the power of the gods, and the heroes who save the troubled times will come with the expectations of their tribesmen, wearing armor and holding swords in hand. Evil Xiaoqi, accept the power of God. The old chief raised his scepter alof, and his gaze fell on the overwhelmed Evil Xiaoqi. You know, this kind of glory is supreme among the slave tribes.

Encouraged by the old chief's warm gaze, the young warrior finally bowed down with a pious heart and accepted the reward of bravery and tenacity, the supreme symbol of the slave tribe.

It was a simple trinket made of the trophies of war, the Flame Tiger Tooth, with smooth and sharp lines, although some yellowing. But it is also full of cold majesty.

When the old chief wore it solemnly on the neck of Evil Xiaoqi, the eyes of the old man who had experienced the vicissitudes of life were a little moist.

... The starlight is dotted, the wild flowers and wild grasses under the shade of the towering trees reflect the starlight, and the dark face looks bright against the firelight.

Evil Xiaoqi lay a little tired on the soft thatched shop, the roof of the tree house blocked most of the moonlight and starlight, and only a faint light could pass through the gaps. With a grass root in his mouth, he listened to the conversation of the slaves below. The anxiety caused by his father, Xiaoyang's unclear safety worries, and the uneasiness and confusion caused by the current situation are all intertwined, and the mood is complicated, but there is a strange peace of mind slowly overflowing.

Several slaves drank several jars of home-brewed bitter wine, and their faces were lit up by the stimulation of alcohol, and they talked happily and loudly.

The moonlight was as cold as a knife, the starlight was blurred, and the fire under the ground was still "crackling" and burning. The drunken slaves fell into a deep sleep, leaving behind a series of deafening snoring.

Stroking the cold and smooth tiger teeth, the young man with his arms on his pillow looked at the roof of the shed made of resin branches and leaves, and the moonlight sprinkled on it like water. A few faint beams of light and shadow oozed.