Chapter 85: The Unwilling Home (Seeking Recommendation Tickets!)

  "Su Ming, you..." Grandfather unconsciously opened his mouth, but when he saw the bloodshot eyes of Su Ming, saw the exhaustion and that silent determination on him, this sentence was something he couldn't say anymore. Because he too felt the terrible price behind Su Ming's determination.

  In his eyes, Su Ming at this moment was like an arrow off the string, with a shocking sharpness that would not be stained with blood and could not be stopped by anyone!

  "Grandpa... I'm back." Su Mingru spoke softly as he always did when returning from an ordinary outing.

  Grandfather looked at Su Ming, his eyes filled with relief, reluctance, hesitation, and a complex emotion that Su Ming couldn't quite identify.

  "Do you want to fight for the tribe?" After a long time, Ah Gong spoke softly.

  Su Ming nodded silently.

  "Even if I die, would you be willing?" Grandfather fell silent for a moment before speaking again.

  "Everyone has a death, if I die in the war of defending my home, I have no regrets!" Su Ming's calm words spoke out his inner mind.

  "Alright, Su Ming, Grandpa won't stop you. Since this is your choice, I'll give you the opportunity to fight for the tribe!" Grandpa closed his eyes, seemingly hesitant, but after a while, he suddenly opened them, revealing determination.

  He knew in his heart that he couldn't stop him anymore, otherwise, who knows what other crazy things this kid would do. Looking at Su Ming's miserable state, Grandpa felt both heartache and relief.

  At this moment, the gathered tribesmen suddenly fell silent, their eyes converging on the several people who had just walked in from outside the tribe.

  The tribe leader was in the front, followed by Liao Shou and Shan Hen, as well as Bei Ling and other powerful warriors from the sixth and seventh layers of the Blood Condensation stage. They were all exhausted, with bloodstains on their bodies, and walked back.

  It was just that among them, when they left, there were obviously a few more people, but now, there were fewer. Moreover, many of them had wounds, especially Beiling, whose face was pale and had a large amount of blood seeping from his chest.

  Each person held in their hands a head that no longer dripped with blood, and their return caused the tribal people to be stirred up and cheer, dispersing in all directions, allowing these people to directly head towards where Ah Gong was.

  Bei Ling saw Su Ming, but at this moment, he was no longer as aloof as before. Instead, he was silent and followed behind his father, as if the fate of the tribe was more important than his own jealousy.

  If the tribe is gone and the people are dead, what's left to envy?

  "Grandfather, the Black Mountain clan's scouts in this area have been dispersed and killed by us. It should be safe outside now, we can move!" A group of people walked up to Grandfather, the chief of the Wushan tribe, holding two human heads in his hands, speaking in a low voice with a hint of bloodthirstiness.

  The crowd behind him also threw their heads back, and in the silence, there was a sense of slaughter.

  Su Ming stood beside his grandfather, silently watching the clan leaders and others. He saw the fatigue on their bodies, and the sorrow hidden beneath the slaughter and bloodshed.

  It's not hard to imagine that last night, after Grandpa returned, when the tribe was preparing to migrate, they must have encountered the first attack by the Black Mountain Tribe. The battle was fierce and the tribe couldn't migrate until the end of the first war. Under Grandpa's orders, they cleared out the remaining Black Mountain Tribe members lurking around, only then could they safely migrate.

  After all, in the tribe, most of them are ordinary tribesmen, and there are many women and children. To protect their safety is the future and hope of the tribe.

  The old man nodded, his eyes scanning all the tribespeople. At this moment, everyone in the tribe, regardless of age or sex, was looking at him, their eyes filled with dependence and expectation.

  "Our clansmen..." Grandfather spoke softly, his words spreading all around and falling into the ears of every single clansman.

  "We don't want to leave our homes and ancestors' land... we don't want to abandon the land that has been inhabited by our people for generations, we don't want to be dependent on the Wind Spring tribe from now on... but for the continuation of the Wushan tribe, we... have no choice!"

  We will survive, we must survive!

  Tell our descendants, and tell ourselves, that one day we can return here, we can create our own home, on that day... We will repay all the shame to Heishan Department many times over!!

  "I have confidence in you all!!" Ah Gong shouted loudly.

  All the tribesmen, at this moment, burst out with a suppressed roar in that sorrow. The roar shook the sky. Perhaps there were not many people from the Wushan tribe, but this roar was the strongest cry of every person's life force.

  "One day... our Wushan tribe will return... Now, let's migrate!!" Ah Gong closed his eyes, the sadness in them he didn't want others to see. With a swing of his large sleeves, the gathered Wushan tribespeople, supporting each other, under the protection of their warriors, slowly began to move, leaving behind the land where they had lived for generations, migrating towards the distant unknown.

  A long, long line of people slowly left the abandoned tribe. Behind them, on Wushan Mountain, faint black smoke still rose, and amidst the ruins that covered the ground, a sense of desolation and sorrow seeped out.

  Waves of sobbing sounds came from the crowd, belonging to those who had not grown up La Su, belonging to those fearful women, and also belonging to every Ushan tribal people.

  Men in the tribe, protecting their loved ones, holding bewildered children, with tears streaming down, silently moving forward. Some slightly older girls are also afraid, holding hands with their loved ones, crying and looking back.

  Looking at the familiar scene of the past, as if to make this moment eternal, deeply buried in the depths of memory, afraid that I will forget, afraid that I can no longer remember...the road home.

  Each of them couldn't help but turn back and gaze at the departing tribe, looking at their former home...

  In the crowd, there was an old man with a weathered face. He was Nan Song. His expression was calm, as if he had seen through all the years. At this moment, he was carrying a simple backpack and quietly walked in the crowd, unnoticeable.

  It's high noon, the sunlight isn't strong, the snow on the ground is shining with a silver light that can be painful to the eyes. But even if the light were more intense, it seems like it couldn't stop people from frequently turning their heads and looking back at the sorrowful and reluctant farewell.

  Homeland, farther and farther away, the outline of the tribe, gradually became blurred, only to see the faint black smoke rising into the sky, only to see that broken daze, but the beauty of the tribe that once was, is already engraved in the heart of every tribesman, they... will not forget, cannot bear to forget.

  Su Ming turned around, and everything in that tribe was similarly imprinted on his memory. His childhood existed there, his happiness existed there, his growth existed there. Every corner of the place he was familiar with, every piece of land he couldn't forget, everything there... all existed in his mind for a lifetime.

  Unless absolutely necessary, no one wants to leave their hometown, no one wants to leave this familiar home, and no one wants to go to that unfamiliar place, from then on becoming an outsider.

  It's the only way, the only way to prevent the Ushan tribe from becoming extinct and continuing to thrive. This road is very long, very long, and the process will be bumpy, but... it must be taken.

  The crisis is far from over, on the contrary, the real danger has just begun. In the past, there were tribes to rely on, and the Wushan tribe resisted the first wave of war against the Heishan tribe. However, in this migration process, the crowd was drawn into a long queue, with the vast majority being ordinary tribal people who had no resistance whatsoever in front of the barbarians.

  This migration is doomed to be unpeaceful...

  Once the Wushan tribe falls, what awaits them is that all the male warriors will be killed in battle, and all the men will be slaughtered. The children will be wrapped up and taken away, but any males will be exterminated... The only ones left will be the women of the Wushan tribe, who will be driven into the Heishan tribe and become objects like goods. Their only role will be to bear children for the Heishan tribe, to continue their lineage, and to humbly dedicate the rest of their lives to the prosperity of the Heishan tribe.

  The migration of hundreds of people cannot be too fast, especially with men outside and a large number of La Su and women. In this winter, in the cold, their crying gradually decreased, and silence replaced everything.

  They don't know where the future lies, perhaps that wind village is the only one... It's just that no one knows whether they can survive to reach the Wind Village tribe...

  In this process, how many people will die, how many people will never see their loved ones again, they don't know...

  In the crowd, there were many young people from their tribe who did not have a strong physique and had rarely made contributions to the tribe in the past. They mostly liked to play around, but because their families had produced warriors who died in battle before, their behavior was generally tolerated as long as it wasn't too excessive.

  At this moment, these more than ten young people, with fear and dread, in that crowd, looked around restlessly, wishing they could immediately go to Fengquan.

  In the surrounding crowds of this long queue, the barbarians of Wushan Department, with fatigue and persistence, silently guarded them, occasionally helping some weak elderly people. At the forefront of the queue was the chief of the Wushan Department, his expression firm and vigilant as he walked forward, followed by several barbarians who were all on high alert.

  On both sides, in the rear, all were like this. Ah Gong walked at the very back, his hand grasping a white bone staff, walking with a heavy gait, constantly paying attention to his surroundings. Bei Ling pulled along Chen Xin, on the right side of the procession, silently walking. His face was pale, and there was more blood on his chest, but he didn't care at all.

  Lei Chen, Wula, and other barbarians in the tribe were all following around, always on high alert.

  On both sides, Liang Shou and Shan Hen, with great responsibility, silently followed. Liang Shou's right hand always held his bow, if there was the slightest movement of wind or grass, he would be the first to shoot an arrow! Behind him, in the crowd, there was an old man who occasionally looked at Liang Shou with a calm gaze.

  This old man was recognized by Su Ming as Nan Song from the herbal medicine house!

  The mountain scar god's expression was as cold and indifferent as ever, no one knew what he was thinking, and the complex flash that occasionally passed through his narrowed eyes also went unnoticed.

  Su Ming followed the migrating crowd, listening to their crying, and the crying gradually turned into silence. His heart ached as he looked at those familiar faces, watching their fear, Su Ming clenched his fists.

  "Guard the tribe, fight for the tribe!" Su Ming muttered to himself. He was on the right side of the crowd, and not far in front of him was Shan Hen.

  This position was not his choice, but was assigned by Ah Gong during the migration. In Su Ming's arms, he held a five or six year old little girl, this little girl was called Tongtong, who had already fallen asleep, but her eyelashes were still wet with tears.

  Her father died in battle, and her mother also passed away last night, leaving only her alone.

  "Mom... Dad... Pippi..." The little girl trembled in her sleep, as if she had entered a nightmare, tears streaming down her face while tightly grasping Su Ming's clothes.

  Su Ming knew that Pipi was a pet of this little girl's, very cute and often held in her arms.

  "Tongtong listen..." Su Ming gently patted her back, his eyes revealing sadness, he felt that he had suddenly grown up...