Chapter 90: Martyrdom and Sorrow (Seeking Recommendation Tickets!)
They are afraid of death, they are so terrified that their hearts are about to break, so they dare not stay behind the tribe. They wanted to choose the middle, but in the midst of the crowd were some Rasu children who had lost their relatives. As a result, they can only choose to stick close to the tribal chief, at the forefront of the tribal crowd, because they think this is safe, because they think that everything has the tribal chief guarding in front.
Now they see the crisis of the clan leader, but this crisis will not harm them as long as they do not leave this light.
At this critical moment, among the more than a dozen young people in front, there was one person, his face pale, his body trembling, his fragile body seemed to be shattered by fear, but his eyes, at this moment, appeared crazy for the first time, and bloodshot.
"I've spent half my life in a daze, just going through the motions, wasting food and not contributing anything to the tribe. I know many of our people look down on me, and even those Lhasa think I'm useless..."
I am indeed a good-for-nothing, I don't have a strong physique, I'm lazy, I don't have any use... The only thing I have is the glory that Father exchanged with his life when he hunted beasts for the tribe back then...
Today, I want to tell all my fellow tribesmen that I am a useless person, but I am also a member of the tribe!!! The young man rushed out with red eyes, shouting loudly and rushing towards the tribal chief, using his flesh and blood to build a wall of life for the chief's life and death!
With a loud crash, the young man's body, in the retreat of the clan leader, intersected with his and blocked his front, but only for an instant. He was pierced through by a whistling arrow and exploded suddenly, dying instantly.
"Dad... your La Su is not a waste..." The young man smiled miserably before he died.
It was almost at the moment when this young man broke out of death, his companions, those more than a dozen young men, one by one, shouted and rushed out crazily. They wanted to use their lives to repay the tribe's nourishment, to use their lives to welcome again that glory stained with dust.
"We are trash, but we are also members of the tribe!!" Those dozen or so young people roared as they charged out, using their fragile bodies and their blood to build a bloody trench for their tribal elder, for their tribespeople. The sound of explosions continued unabated. The two Black Mountain Tribe members who were pursuing them clearly had not expected that ordinary tribespeople from the Wushan Tribe could charge out at this time. But in the eyes of these two men was a look of contempt and disdain. In their view, this group of ordinary tribespeople was weak and couldn't withstand even a single blow.
In the midst of that thunder, these dozen or so people were all battered and bruised, their bodies torn apart, but they still used their lives, their willpower, to block the way, even more so, some of them hugged the black mountain giant with their bodies, even if their bodies were shattered, their teeth were still tightly clenched.
Fierce, this great war has reached an extremely high level of ferocity to date. The determination of these dozen or so young people shook the two Black Mountain clan pursuers. They did not expect that these ordinary Wushan tribespeople would be so crazed and determined, delaying their pursuit by about two breaths.
The two breaths were short, the price was the lives of those young people. However, these two breaths changed the life and death crisis of the Wushan tribe's leader. In that sorrow, the Wushan tribe's leader returned to the light, his heart like a knife cut, but he knew he couldn't die, not for himself, but for the tribe.
He looked at the corpses in front of him, at those people who had once made him feel helpless and even disgusted. He gazed at these familiar faces now blurred with blood and flesh. The leader of the Wushan tribe, a man in his forties as strong as an iron tower, wept.
Behind him, more of his tribesmen cried out in grief. Those dozen or so young men had used their lives to tell everyone that although they were useless, they too were members of the tribe and could die for it!
Su Ming bit his lip, and with the giant in front of him, he launched a series of fierce attacks. His entire body's 243 blood vessels had converged into one, and amidst the low growls, he engaged in a fierce battle with the giant.
He excelled in speed, while the big Han was powerful. Similar to Ye Wang, this battle was extremely eye-catching even on this battlefield. Lei Chen saw it, Wu La saw it, and many of their tribesmen saw it too.
The little girl in the crowd was crying and staring at Su Ming, she was scared.
At this moment, a shocking thunderous sound suddenly rose from afar, and the black misty figure transformed by Bitu's evil technique, which was fighting with A Gong, suddenly collapsed and turned into countless black gases that rolled back in all directions. A Gong, carrying an indescribable aura, strode towards the tribal crowd in an instant.
Grandpa is back!!
He was so fast that he seemed to have taken three steps forward in the sky, and with the first step, Ah Gong suddenly stood beside Su Ming. In the midst of the black mountain's coarse hemp shirt, Ah Gong pointed at this man's brow, and the big man's body trembled, spitting out fresh blood as he retreated, a deep blood hole appearing on his brow, his face pale, directly falling down, thus dying.
Grandfather didn't stop, took the second step, and this second step, he appeared beside the black-clothed man who was fighting with Nan Song in the front, with a fierce right hand swing, the man's body shook violently, and collapsed with a loud crash.
A shocking and earth-shaking aura burst forth from Ah Gong's body, filling the air with an intense killing intent. His figure caused all the Black Mountain tribe members around him to reveal their fear, retreating one after another.
Su Ming's eyes revealed excitement, not just him, all the Wu Shan tribe people, at this moment were all excited and shouted, but saw Ah Gong take out the third step, this third step, was to tread on the giant wooden fence that blocked in front, one foot fell, the fence exploded with a loud noise, split into countless fragments about to disperse, but under Ah Gong's big sleeve swing, these fragments like sharp arrows, shuttled through the Wu Shan tribe people's side, and rushed towards those retreating Hei Shan tribe barbarians.
Suddenly, cries of agony echoed through the air.
Three steps down, Ah Gong's face showed a sickly red glow, but it quickly dissipated. He turned back and spoke in a calm tone.
"Don't stay, go!!"
As he spoke, the people of Heishanbu suffered heavy casualties and did not dare to block them. The crowd from Wushanbu moved forward quickly under the leadership of their tribe leader. Even Liu Di, who was leaning against a big tree and dying, was helped up and taken away.
Soon, this former battlefield fell silent, with only the corpses and bloodstains remaining for a long time.
Su Ming walked quickly and silently in the crowd, covered in blood. The little girl being held by her tribespeople beside him was no longer crying, but instead had a strong glint in her confused eyes.
She was still young and didn't understand many things, but on this night, she seemed to have grown up too.
The moonlight shines on the ground, as if to illuminate the way forward for the Wusun people who have lost their homeland, so that they will no longer be bewildered and helpless.
"Tribe leader, Man Gong... we old men will stay behind, don't let the tribe be slowed down by taking care of us..."
During the migration, a hoarse and aged voice suddenly came from the crowd. It was an ordinary old man of the tribe, who was already very old and couldn't keep up with the tribe's pace. In his opinion, rather than being supported by others and affecting the speed of the tribe, it would be better to stay behind.
"Let the young people go, I'll stay behind... actually we should have chosen to stay in the tribe from the beginning... sigh." Another elder stopped in his tracks.
Soon, almost all the elderly people in this tribe, after a moment of silence, walked out one by one from the crowd, about forty or more. They stubbornly chose to stay behind, their remaining lives unable to help the tribe, but they could not delay the progress of the tribe.
"You..." The leader of the Wushan tribe was stunned, closing his eyes, but he quickly opened them again and bowed deeply to the elderly people of the tribes.
"Let's go...... We're tired......" The old men smiled and waved to the tribesmen of the village, their relatives in the crowd with tears streaming down, unable to stop them. Some robust villagers also chose to stay behind, but were not allowed to do so.
"Barbaric, is there a way for us old folks to use that will make our bodies burst open with flesh and blood like those young men? Tell us." One of the elderly stepped forward, smiling, looking at Ah Gong.
The old man was silent for a moment, then walked forward, put something in the old man's hand, and patted his shoulder lightly. He knew that this was not the time to be weak, more of their people needed to migrate quickly, he turned around abruptly.
"The rest of our people will continue to migrate!"
In the silent tears and frequent turns of the head, these old men watched as their relatives departed. They revealed benevolent smiles, sat down panting, and talked about their youthful pasts, in this moonlit night, as if speaking of past glories.
The crowd, without these old people, suddenly moved much faster...
After a long time, when the sky had brightened up, behind the crowd of Wusun people, in the increasingly distant Wusun tribe, under this faint moonlight, it became a desolate and ruined place.
It seems to have lost all vitality, and over time, it will become a relic. Gradually, some grasses and trees may grow, slowly transforming this place back into a part of the forest, making everything beautiful and memorable difficult to find again.
At this moment, the wind blows in, like a mournful melody, sweeping away the snow on the ground, and even more so, it rolls up many scattered objects left behind by those tribespeople before they departed, moving them across the ground with a rustling sound, revealing a desolate atmosphere.
Among those miscellaneous items, there were children's toys made of suede, some animal hides that the tribespeople didn't have time to take with them, extinguished bonfires, some scattered medicinal herbs, and many pots and broken animal hide tents.
Apart from the wind, the ruins of the tribe were silent, but one of the collapsed animal skin tents moved slightly at this moment. A small, fluffy, round creature poked its head out of the tent. The little beast was very cute, and its fur should have been white, but it was now a dull grey. Its eyes showed fear as it quickly ran out of the tent, shivering in the wind and snow.
A loud barking sound came out of its mouth, as if calling for its master. Its name was Pipi, the pet of that little girl.
But the howl, its master could not hear... It was left alone in the ruins of the tribe, yet it did not want to leave the collapsed tent too far away, because that was its home.
In the howling wind, the little beast slowly backed away, as if it couldn't bear the cold and wanted to return to its fur tent. But just then, a series of footsteps came from outside, and more than ten people walked out from the broken gate of the tribe.
The leader was a robust man, but his expression was very gloomy. If Su Ming were here, he could recognize this person as the chief of the Black Mountain Tribe.
Behind him followed another gloomy youth, who licked his lips and looked around with a cruel smile. He was Bi Su!
"Run quickly! Catch up, Grandpa Ying should be arriving soon. This time, the Wushan tribe will not leave a single person behind except for women!" The Black Mountain tribe leader slowly spoke and walked out of this ruins.
Bisu withdrew his gaze that had been sweeping the surroundings, turned around and was about to follow after leaving, but suddenly his eyes flashed, saw the small beast trembling with fear and not daring to move, a faint smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his right hand lifted up and waved towards the little beast.
The little beast's body trembled, and its eyes dimmed and fell. A strand of green gas emerged from its corpse, which was caught by Bi Su in his hand and placed on his brow. After a moment, his eyes revealed cruelty.
"Is it Pipi?... I miss your master so much, so I will send her to reunite with you."
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On March 31st, the official WeChat account of Qiu Mo (ID: 3943) will be hosting an event. I hope many book friends can participate enthusiastically. I probably won't attend, and tomorrow I'll focus on writing.
