By the time I had been lurking here for a while, the sun had set above my head, and it was about noon when the herdsmen finally began to move. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

As I ducked aside, I saw the armored sergeant driving the herdsmen in one direction.

When I saw them set off, I immediately flashed out from the side and followed them.

I used the Limbo Step, and I deliberately avoided it, so it was naturally impossible for them to detect me.

Then he saw them go forward, and then turn on a mountain road, as if they were going north.

Although there were some problems with the direction, I had to follow these people to the north in order to deliver the letter to Gulkarza.

On the way, a large number of herders and sergeants kept coming in from the mountain paths, which made me even more sure that this was a relatively large tribe.

Along the way, the number of herdsmen and sergeants continued to increase, reaching about more than 300 herdsmen, and when there were more than 200 sergeants, the number stopped growing, and it seemed that it had arrived.

I saw these people enter through a small mountain pass, which seemed to be where the tribe was.

I didn't go there first, but climbed a higher mountain to see the tribes in the pass.

I don't know if I don't see it, but it really scares me when I see it.

It seems that the valley has more than two outward passes because of the excavation by man, and there is an almost endless flow of people, horses, cattle and sheep into the valley because of the grazing back.

This valley is very large, and there seem to be a lot of tents in it, and after these individuals, horses, cattle and sheep go in, they can't see it, and they don't feel crowded at all.

It seems that Xirong is not too scattered, at least the current Xirong has built its own management system like the dynasty in the Central Plains.

The valley was like a kingdom, guarded by a large number of sergeants at the mountain pass, as well as horses and tents, apparently guarded by these sergeants for a long time, possibly on guard against uninvited guests.

It's like a person like me, an uninvited guest in the truest sense of the word......

In the mountains around the valley, there are also lookout posts similar to those of Tianfu, which may have been used to guard against attacks by other tribes.

Roughly estimating the situation of this tribe, I am ready to take advantage of the chaos of the large number of people pouring in, and blend in.

Because the pass was guarded by sergeants, I thought it would be impossible to get in, so I had to climb up the surrounding hills.

Although there are lookout posts on these mountains, the density of the settings is not large, and it is not difficult to sneak into them depending on my source energy.

When I ran to the edge of this kind of cliff, I began to climb up, and at this time there was no one, so I naturally used my source qi to go up.

I stepped on the ground with one foot, and I rose up with strength, because I was afraid of being accidentally seen by the lookout post, so I didn't jump high, and I went up according to the mountain.

With another bit of force on the jutting rock, I climbed a little higher, and I deliberately changed direction a little because when I looked to the side, I saw a lookout post.

Perhaps because the tribe had been safe for so long, I didn't see a sergeant at the lookout post, but that didn't stop me from avoiding it.

As the saying goes, be careful to sail the ship for ten thousand years, do this kind of thing, it's better to be careful, and be willing to do things that make me very embarrassed.

After successfully climbing up, I just glanced down and turned straight down.

The cliff is a very conspicuous place, and I have been standing here for a long time, and I can't tell when I will be targeted by a sergeant.

Although it was just a glance, there were many shocks left in my heart.

I used to look through the not very wide crack in the mountain pass, but I just looked at it with a peek in the tube, and what I saw from above was completely different.

The valley was large, and it was not a valley, and the terrain in the middle was not as concave as the previous valley.

I couldn't see the tents before because they were mostly located in the middle of the valley, with some stone houses on either side.

Looking at the structure of those houses, I knew that those houses were definitely not inhabited by the big men of the tribe, just because they were too dilapidated and shabby.

A place was carved out on the middle side of the place, where the cattle, horses, and sheep were enclosed for grazing.

The herdsmen sent their share of the herding here, and then ran to a place with a lot of people, as if they were going to eat a big pot of rice.

In the true center, there are a large number of tents, and the tents in the middle are taller and more ornate and decorated with various kinds of bone work.

With the exception of the main building, which are the four mountain passes carved out in four directions, one or two of these passes may be natural, and the others were later carved out by man.

In this way, the valley, which will not encounter flooded large valleys, has been turned into a huge fortress.

Perhaps it is because of this that this tribe can survive here......

Probably because it was noon, the sergeant went to eat and I was not seen when I went down.

However, I noticed that my cloth was very different from that of these Xijon, so I found some hemp rope and something in the shape of a tattered robe on the side, and tied it to my body.

Then rub some black ash on his face, make a good disguise, and then pretend to be a tribal herdsman and go to a crowded place.

In my opinion, people who can speak the two languages of Zhongyuan and Xirong should be regarded as talents here in Xirong.

It stands to reason that such people should live in the tent area in the middle, so I went to a crowded place first, and then approached the tent.

When I got into the crowd of people crouching there, I found that these guys were all holding a rough stone bowl in their hands.

As soon as I looked around, I saw a table where the sergeant was standing not far away, a table that had been eroded by the rain and turned black, and a number of stone bowls on it.

In order to make my disguise better, I decided to go over and get a stone bowl in my hand.

Hunched over to the table, I was about to reach for a bowl on the table, when a stick was thrown in front of me with a single stroke.

I reacted almost knee-jerk to this situation, and my hand jerked back and was not hit.

Slowly looking up, I looked up at the stick, and saw the sergeant standing at the table staring at me with angry eyes.

When I saw this scene, I regretted it, why did I run here to get the bowl so deadly.

I'm hiding in the crowd, I don't have a bowl, and the sergeants won't know, and I'm just looking for trouble......

The sergeant, who stared at me very unkindly, seemed to be in the mood for a moment, and then yelled at me, "Kadakulimo!"

"Uh...... What the hell?"

I didn't know what he was talking about, and I didn't know what I was going to say, so I could only remain silent.

It seems that the way I am now makes him very unhappy, and he yells at me again, and waving the stick in his hand, as if he is going crazy!

I swept my eyes to the side, and I saw the herdsmen retreating with frightened expressions on their faces, for fear of being swept away by the sergeant's anger, and looking at me with even more sympathy.

It seems that the status of these herdsmen is like the slaves of the past, and the status is even lower than that of the current maids and family members in the Central Plains.

In the past, there were slaves in the Central Plains, but with the change of dynasties, there was no such thing as slaves!

It's just a matter of yelling at me, and this guy also beckons to me with the stick in his hand, and he doesn't mean to keep his hand at all.

I don't have anything to be angry about being beaten by this guy, after all, my current status is a slave, and being beaten by a sergeant is a normal thing here.

What if I just go out and kill this sergeant now, and if nothing else, my mission will never be completed.

What's more, this is still sent by me to beat him, if I hadn't stupidly run over to get a useless bowl, I naturally wouldn't have been beaten.

However, these guys didn't seem to have eaten, they didn't have the strength at all, and when they hit me, the pain was a moment, and then the red stick marks disappeared.

After about a dozen blows, the guy got tired of beating, so he put the stick away and threw a stone bowl in front of me.

Slowly picking up the stone bowl, I also wanted to cry without tears, just for this broken bowl, I was actually beaten, miserable......

Without stopping here, picking up the stone bowl, I went back to the squatting crowd.

When I came back, these people looked at me a little strangely, as if they were puzzled and surprised, and they took the initiative to make a way for me.

As soon as I crouched down, a few people on the side came up to me and whispered something to me.

Naturally, I couldn't pretend I didn't understand, so I pretended not to listen, shook my head at them, and bowed my head.

Seeing that I had no desire to talk to them, they murmured a few words to each other, and then slowly dispersed and returned to their original places.

After squatting here for a while, my legs were a little numb after squatting, and these people's physique was far inferior to mine.

At this moment, the sound of the bell came from the front, and I saw several people carrying a large iron pot, followed by a man carrying a gong-like thing in his hand.

Hearing this, the shepherds became excited, and immediately squatted on the ground, took the stone bowl in their hands, and swallowed their spittle.

When I noticed the way these people looked, I knew it was time to eat.

After these people came, they were followed by a few people with large cloth bags in their hands, and it seemed that they should be filled with dry food or something.

When he got to the place where the bowl was handed out, the man with the gong struck it very it, and then muttered something in his mouth.

Immediately after, I saw these people quickly lined up in three columns, and because I was in the middle of the comparison, I was pushed into a line by people nearby.

When I looked forward, I saw that the man at the table was pouring some paste-like stuff into the stone bowl that stretched out with a scoop, only half a bowl, and then a nest-like thing.

The amount of these things was not much, and the people who got the food first ate the things in their hands in three or two clicks, and then they squatted miserably to watch others eat, and their mouths were still spitting.

This amount of food is absolutely not enough, but it seems that there is only such a small amount of food for each meal, probably because I am afraid that these people will be full, so I want to escape!

Although this little thing is not much, it is still possible to ensure a normal supply, and hunger is not starvation, but these people do a little work, and don't want to do other things.

When it was my turn, I reached for the stone bowl, and a sergeant was about to pour me half a bowl of batter, but the scoop in his hand was picked up by the man who had just beaten me.

Seeing the strange smile on the man's face, I was also very confused, and said in my heart, what does this guy think, don't you give me food?

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To be continued......