Su Liqing and others excluded Lu Ziming, neither letting him participate in the planning, nor letting him charge into battle, as if he didn't exist.

Lu Ziming was not interested in participating in this kind of action with extremely high risks and rewards, and he did not integrate into the circle of survivors from beginning to end, which of course had reasons why he could not stay here, and he was unwilling to compete with others for profit.

While the survivors were nervously planning, he was thinking about how to deal with the rat tide after leaving the pyramid.

Su Liqing's sneak attack plan has a fairly high degree of operability, he doesn't feel anything wrong, each of these survivors has their own ideas, the temporary crisis has screwed them together, and no one knows if it will cause greater strife again after the incident.

Dolma also did not participate in this sneak attack, as the nominal king, he was well protected, surrounded by the "protectors" of various forces, and remained at the end of the team.

At this time, Lu Ziming did not contact Zhuoma, the shape was a little subtle, he didn't want to stimulate the interests of these people too much, he didn't have this kind of thought, but it didn't mean that others didn't think like this.

The valve leading to the outside of the pyramid is also one-way, and those who go out can no longer enter, and the survivors inside rush out in batches according to the scheduled time, and soon only Zhuoma and Lu Ziming are still left inside the pyramid.

"It's time, let's go out together!"

He nodded and followed the team, David reluctantly glanced at the pyramid one last time, and muttered a few words that Lu Ziming didn't understand, as if he had lost something "beloved".

The moment he stepped through the valve, he felt himself be pushed by something, and then his head suddenly exploded, as if something had been stuffed into his head at once. His head exploded from the inside at once, the green tendons on his forehead jumped wildly, cold sweat flowed down his sideburns, and his body shook with it, and he almost fell to the ground in the dark.

This feeling comes and goes quickly, and the feeling of headache flashes by, if it is not a bad headache, I even think that there is something wrong with my feelings.

After a moment's trance, he found that he was already outside Saiying Mountain, a light rain hit his face, and there was a messy but not dense gunfire in the distance, and the surroundings were already a mess, several corpses were lying on the grass, blood flowing down the green grass to the low-lying place.

A man with a felt hat rode a "tall horse" and quickly ran over, shouted a few times in the direction of Zhuoma and Lu Ziming, turned around and disappeared into the rain and fog.

"Road! We won, Ren Yan ran away!"

"Ran away!" Lu Ziming was stunned for a moment, and then understood, "It's not good! Zhuoma, the rat tide is coming soon, Ren Yan knew in advance, so he took people to withdraw."

Only then did he realize that there were not many dead Ren Yan's soldiers around him, except for the fence and some obstacles. Judging from the gunshots coming from afar, the battle was not as fierce as he imagined, and he immediately reacted, Ren Yan had already discovered that the rat tide was rushing towards Saiying Mountain, and he had already retreated in advance.

"What kind of rat tide? What do you say?"

Lu Ziming didn't have time to explain to Zhuoma, and he couldn't explain clearly: "Zhuoma, you are now the king of the grassland, immediately let people go 60 kilometers to the west to check, I have a bad premonition, there is danger coming to this side......." In any case, Ren Yan's danger had passed, and the time left was gone, except for a quick evacuation from here, he couldn't think of any way to avoid the rat tide.

"Danger!, what the hell are you trying to say, why do I get more and more incomprehensible. ”

"Don't care about so much! Believe me, just send someone to see it right away, this is about the lives of tens of thousands of people, and it will be too late. ”

Zhuoma saw Lu Ziming's stern look, not like he was joking, although Zhuoma has not officially claimed the king, but with the holy sword and Ugin battle armor, he has become the king in the hearts of the grassland herdsmen, and the weight of his words is much heavier than Lu Ziming.

"Wait!" Dolma was about to call a herdsman, but was stopped by a man running up.

Lu Ziming frowned, the person who came was Sanar, with a beard and a rancid sheepskin jacket, Sanar stopped between the two and said: "Zhuoma, now Ren Yan has run away, but the battle is not over yet, we should now gather the troops to pursue Ren Yan, the leaders of the various departments on the grassland are waiting for you in the big tent, and now everything else has to be put aside", Sanar made a gesture of invitation, and glanced at Lu Ziming out of the corner of his eye, as if to warn Lu Ziming not to do much.

"If you don't send someone to check the danger now, then please give me a horse, and I'll leave now," he said in a tough tone.

"What are you talking about, do you want to threaten our king", Sanar looked like a protector, and slowly pulled out his waist knife and looked at Lu Ziming, but his trembling arms exposed his heart.

He knew that Sanar was bluffing, and he didn't bother to pay attention to Sanar, and said: "Zhuoma, Ren Yan won't run away for no reason, there must be something that scares Ren Yan so much that he can't even take care of the holy sword, do you want to put your people in danger? Send someone to the west to check, but in two or three hours, if there is really danger, you are saving tens of thousands of herdsmen here, you should know very well what to do."

The current Zhuoma didn't have the slightest feeling of being a king, looked at Sanar and Lu Ziming hesitantly, and said in a consultative tone: "Sanar, what Anda said is not wrong, Ren Yan left here and fled, there must be a reason, if you don't send someone to the west to check, if there is really any danger, what should you do with the tens of thousands of herdsmen here?"

"Well, I'll send someone to the west to check it out, and ask the king to come with me to the big tent, where the leaders are waiting for you!"

Lu Ziming sneered in his heart, Sanar didn't regard Zhuoma as a king at all in his heart, calling back and forth, more like Su Liqing and the puppet in his hand, firmly grasping his hands.

And the leaders of the various tribes didn't even have the intention of coming out to greet Dolma, and asked Dolma to go to the big tent to meet them, which was to give Dolma a dismount, but unfortunately Dolma didn't understand this meaning at all.

However, he is not worried about Zhuoma's safety, and the various tribes of the grassland, which are intricately intertwined, are already scattered. Zhuoma was pushed to the cusp by Lu Ziming, as their nominal king, they are just in a delicate balance, as long as they make reasonable use of the contradictions of all parties, contain and restrain each other, it is difficult to mess up.

It's hard to imagine Dolma's psychology at this time, maybe when Dolma understands, joy turns into anger, excitement turns into resentment, whether these people and Dolma can still live in peace.