The Snake Cave welcomed a group of guests.

The people in the snake cave looked at the guests in amazement.

This group of guests is old and young, but they are very energetic, and they are dressed tightly, wild boar skin coats, burlap underwear.

They hung one large bag after another with a rope, some of which exuded a lingering fragrance, and some of which looked big but lifted gently.

The way these guests came down was very peculiar, some of them slowly climbed down the long ladder, and some of them slowly hung down from above through a large basket.

When the people in the snake cave were at a loss, a young man came over with a smile on his face and hugged a woman warmly: "Hello, I ...... me."

"My dear compatriots!" A white-bearded old man saw that the man was stuttering and couldn't catch up, so he kindly reminded.

"Yes, my dear compatriots." The man let go of his embrace, and Lang smiled.

At this moment, a faint voice said: "It's not safe here, you'd better not make too much noise, find a cave to live in, and wait for me to stabilize a little, and then come and pick you up!" ”

It was a beautiful snake that spoke, perched on a pillar, looking indifferently at the humans below.

The white-bearded old man immediately knew that at this time the "god" had taken possession of the other party's body, and then he opened his mouth to speak to his own people, and he replied respectfully: "Obey the will."

The beauty snake swam away, and the guests stayed, and they generously took out the barbecue meat and shared it with the Wa people and the humans here, and took out linen clothes and generously gave them to each other.

Soon, the two sides were happy.

The old man looked at the situation in front of him, his old eyes became cloudy, and his mouth kept saying: "Blood is thicker than water, blood is thicker than water!" ”

……

The old man returned to the young man's body, and at this time everything was in order, and he was only owed an order.

So, he gave the order to light a fire, and soon after, fires appeared in the northwest and northwest directions.

The fire was not big at first, but with the help of the withered grass, the flames suddenly soared high, and then the fire became indulgent like a wild horse, and the posture, like a drunken wanderer, wandered around, and the fiery feeling was out of control.

The arsonists evacuated the scene, because the evacuation was timely, most of them were in danger, only one teenager, when climbing the rope ladder, did not know how to step on the air, accidentally rolled down the mountain, and broke his leg and foot.

Fortunately, there were two more people below him, who tied him up and pulled him up.

In this season, whether it is a mountain forest or a grassland, as long as there is a spark, it can set the prairie on fire, not to mention that this fire is specially put by the old party.

In the northwest wind, the fire spread from the grass, and where the flames were shrouded, the temperature rose straight to more than a thousand degrees, instantly igniting the trees surrounded by it, and these trees forcibly dried up their branches in order to adapt to the cold winter.

The fire is fierce, the wind speed is fast, I don't know how many wild boars, in their sleep was burned into roast pigs, the wild boars that were licked by the fire, let out a terrible scream, the sound penetrating I don't know why it was so strong, it spread far away, even the old party more than ten miles away, the scalp was numb when they heard it.

The screams were incessant, and the boars were constantly awakened from their dreams, and they shook their heads, and then looked to the northwest, the red-hot sky, and knew exactly what was happening, even if they were sluggish.

"Whew!" A huge wild boar stood on a slope and signaled to the panicked herd, and in this signal, all the wild boars chose the southeast exit.

The flames were so bright that even the old man, who was more than ten miles away, could see the surrounding objects clearly. He saw the wild boars on the three roads in front of him, all crowded towards the road where they were ambushed, one by one the wild boars had no owner, and the screams from afar made them crowded, constantly urging the wild boars in front of them to advance.

Fire is one of the most terrible natural objects of this era, and wild boars are naturally full of fear of it.

Thousands of wild boars fled desperately on a trail that could only accommodate eight or nine wild boars at the same time.

And that's not the most important thing, the important thing is that there are two thousand four hundred archers in ambush on the mountain walls on both sides of the path.

The old man did not immediately order an attack, he looked at the more than a dozen wild boars rushing in front, and waited for the moment they rushed to the exit before he gave the order to start shooting.

Bamboo arrows, like flying locusts, shot towards the ground more than ten meters away, and the ground was naturally densely packed with wild boars.

For a while, the wild boar had not yet figured out the situation, but the ugly screams kept coming out of the pigs.

A dozen rounds of bows and arrows were fired, and most of the wild boars, with a few arrows, rushed out of the exit, but there were many unlucky ones, either who died under the arrows or under the trampling of their companions.

The whole trail was littered with wild boar carcasses, and this situation did not stop the wild boars behind them, but they rushed forward even more desperately, and the wild boar herd behind them became larger and larger.

The old man drove the wild boars in the whole valley to this southeast entrance, he set fire to the west and north, and then let the northwest wind spread the fire to the southeast, giving all the wild boars the illusion that the whole valley was on fire and they had to flee quickly.

In fact, the fire was far less difficult to control than the wild boars imagined, and under the control of the old side, the fire burned at most a quarter of the valley to ashes, and it could not have burned to the southeast.

But the wild boar doesn't care, thirty-six plans are the best plan, so as long as the wild boar is not burned to death, nine times out of ten, they all run to this side.

Half an hour later, the old party ordered no more arrows, and in the old side's mind, the wild boars on the ground had died enough, and it would be a bit of a waste to kill them again.

In addition, using this method to drive the wild boars out of their territory, the old party still felt a little guilty in his heart, so he stopped shooting and let the wild boars behind pass by themselves.

There are still most wild boars who have not noticed anyone on the hills on either side at all, and they just wonder why there are so many of their kind lying on the trail.

At dawn, a glimmer of light appeared from the east.

All the wild boars passed through the exit, and a rumble sounded behind them, which was the sound of the old party organizing people to roll down the mountain one by one.

Sealing this southeast entrance is also a very important part of the old party's plan, and when he stopped archery, he was already looking for a boulder.

After all these wild boars passed, the old man pushed down the boulder, which can be regarded as doing some benevolence for these guys.

The leader of the wild boar glanced at the entrance that had been completely blocked, and his heart swelled with infinite grief and indignation, and he wailed, and a few tears were squeezed out of his red eyes.

Squeezed a few tears from his eyes, and then took all the wild boars and headed towards the wild boar forest.

This time, it lost its territory inexplicably, and countless compatriots died, and it wrote down this account, but I just don't know if it can be calculated.

While organizing people to count the spoils, the old side also went to preside over the work of the northwest side.

The exit here has been tightly blocked, and for the time being, he is not afraid of the return of wild boars, so he safely took away 1,800 people and went towards the two entrances to the northwest to support.

The original 300 people at the two entrances in the northwest were not idle, and at this moment, according to the instructions of the old party, the entire entrance road was dug up.

The soil on both sides is still soft, and the old party is ready to dig a moat ten meters wide and twenty meters deep, and then add a suspension bridge, even if the wild boar makes a comeback and raises the suspension bridge, the wild boar can only watch from the outside.

The old side turned a thousand archers directly into engineers, and let them take turns digging the moat.

In order to prevent wild boars from harassing the progress of the project, the old party directly stacked a large pile of grass at the entrance, and as long as the other party dared to come, the old party turned them into roast pigs with a fire.

Perhaps it was still billowing smoke in the northwest sky, and a large number of wild boars gathered in the woods three miles away, looking here and then, but unable to muster up the courage to rush over.

The memory of fire, they can't forget it.

The old man drove away the wild boars with fire, then took advantage of the situation to seize their territory, and finally cut off all the entrances, so that the wild boars could not make a comeback to reclaim their territory.

This battle Lao Fang fought very beautifully, but behind the beauty, there are still countless mental and material outputs, and it is not a fluke for him to win, and it is not unjust for the wild boar to lose his territory.

……

River valley.

More than 30,000 wild boars rushed towards the valley with such force that all animals of all sizes trembled, and even some of the animals that hibernated in the soil were awakened by the shaking of the earth.

They were angry, no, very angry.

The two-legged erect animals actually took their territory, using such shameless means, and most importantly, not giving them a chance to take it back.

So, when they couldn't find an outlet, they immediately thought of the river valley.

So they gathered all their kind and headed straight for the valley.

But the situation in the river valley made them even angrier.

The whole valley was empty, and there was no one left.

The wild boars overturned everything they could see, including the toilets that the old man had set up, the large vat where the fish had been pickled, and the stoves.

They tore down the curtains of doors, and pee on the straw mats that people once slept on.

But their anger could not be vented, so they ran back to where they had once been, where humans now occupied.

The southeast entrance had been blocked by the scumbags, and they ran to the west entrance.

But the road was still impassable, and those despicable fellows dug a chasm more than ten meters wide and more than twenty meters deep.

The boar leader glanced silently at the bottom of the ditch, he couldn't calculate how many lives of his kind would be needed to fill the ditch, but there was one thing, it was certainly not worth it.

It glanced at its former territory, shook its head and withdrew into the woods with all the boars.