Chapter 898 Small Tribe

In the depths of the vast grassland, the slowly sinking sun cast the last ray of fiery red peripheral light on a small grassland tribe.

This prairie tribe is not large, and the whole tribe is only one or two hundred people thinking about it up and down.

But their lives don't seem to be difficult.

In the tribal camp, several children who looked like eleven or twelve were playing wrestling games.

From time to time, there was also a cry of 'baby babble'.

Each one seemed very serious.

One of the children, after a lot of hard work, finally put the other child on the ground.

In exchange for a burst of cheers from the other children around.

"Win! Risong won!"

"He defeated Gegemu!"

The child who was called 'That Risong', after gasping for two breaths, raised his hands in excitement, enjoying the cheers of the other children like a winner.

However, his excitement was soon completely dissipated with the appearance of a figure.

"Hey! Amu! Compete with me again, this time, I will definitely win you!"

The child who was called 'Amu' by Risong that day was very thin and looked a little malnourished.

At the age of twelve, he was about the same height as some eight or nine-year-old children in the tribe.

But on his back was a hefty bundle of firewood.

It shows that although Amu is thin, his strength is not small at all.

Now, he can already help the adults in the tribe to do some things.

Things like handling prey, or chopping wood.

Hearing Risong's voice, Amu turned his head lightly.

The expression on his face told everyone the origin of the name 'Amu'.

Amu is not an official name, nor does he have an official name.

Because Amu's parents were killed by horse thieves when he was very young.

Amu who hid aside and witnessed the whole process, after that, his expression has always been wooden, so he has the nickname of Amu.

But don't underestimate him.

Every child in the tribe knows that Amu is the strongest child in the tribe.

That Risong had challenged Amu several times, but never won.

And every time he lost very thoroughly.

According to the adults in the tribe, in two years, when Amu grows up, he can directly take him out to hunt.

This is something other children don't have.

Feeling Amu's dead eyes falling on him, Risong felt an inexplicable panic in his heart.

The momentum that was still quite good at first, suddenly weakened more than one end.

After that, Risong couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in his heart, and scolded himself for being too unsatisfactory.

How could Amu be swept away by a glance?

Just when he was about to take a deep breath and bite the bullet and say a few harsh words.

The sound of 'boom boom' horse hoofs in the distance made the children in the tribe feel strange.

As children who grew up on the grassland, they are absolutely no strangers to the sound of hooves.

But the strange thing is that the adults in their tribe came back from hunting long before sunset. Now, where did the sound of hooves come from?

Just when the kids thought so.

The adults who stayed in the tent rushed out of the tent with weapons in their hands.

Then, the chief was only heard shouting from there...

"All the women and children will go back to the camp to hide, and the men will prepare me for battle!"

Obviously, as the leader of this small tribe, his years of experience have made him realize that the comers are not good.

Almost at the same time that the leader shouted this sentence.

A group of men and horses galloping from a distance came into their eyes.

Undoubtedly, this team is exactly Siqin and the others who escaped all the way here!

For a month and a half, facing the pursuit of the Wanjie Civilization Cavalry Team, they have already escaped for a full month and a half!

In the camp where they were hiding, the food they hoarded would be enough for them to eat until next year.

However, after the emergency, it was impossible for Siqin to take all the food away.

So, for the long-term, he started to control his daily food consumption as early as the first day he escaped from that camp.

But even so, all the way up to now, it is almost reaching its limit.

Even Siqin, who was the king, was obviously emaciated at this time, and the messy stubble spread all over his face, making him look desolate.

He hadn't eaten enough for a week in a row, and his hungry stomach made his whole brain faint.

If it goes on like this, they will have to consider killing horses and eating meat.

It was at this time that the scout in charge of the path ahead discovered a small tribe.

When Si Qin heard the news, his spirit was lifted.

And then quickly asked...

"How many people are there in that tribe?"

The scout replied after thinking about it...

"Report to the king, look at the number of tents, at most one or two hundred people!"

Having received this answer, Siqin took a deep breath, then glanced at the remaining prairie cavalry behind him.

After being chased by the cavalry team of Wanjie Civilization for so long, now there are only fifty or sixty cavalry left in his prairie cavalry.

For a while, Siqin was also very sad in his heart.

A few months ago, he was the king of the Chaerhan Prairie Kingdom with a population of more than 100,000 people and thousands of cavalry.

But now, it is so down and out, the remaining forty or fifty cavalry in the grasslands, all of them have become yellow-faced, thin and listless because they have not eaten enough for a long time.

It's like a bunch of scumbag thieves.

But anyway, it's good to be alive.

There were only so many people left in his hand, and his condition was not good, but at least the weapons and equipment were still there.

The other party is just a small tribe with a population of one or two hundred people.

Aside from the old and weak women and children in the tribe, how much combat power is there?

Destroy this small tribe, and then grab enough food, as long as he can continue to live, he can find a chance to make a comeback!

With this thought in mind, Siqin decisively issued the order to attack, and quickly charged towards the small tribe with the steppe cavalry under his command.

Their approach undoubtedly aroused the vigilance of each other.

From a distance, they could clearly see that the old people, women and children in the tribe hid in the tents, while men with weapons rushed outside.

After confirming their threat, the other party moved with no ambiguity at all.

Arrows shot straight at them.

In the past, even if it was only the time of the Chaerhan tribe.

Facing such a pitiful bow and arrow attack, Si Qin could not help but laugh.

But at this moment, he couldn't smile at all.

Because in the next second, a prairie cavalryman on their side who was in a bad state was shot to the ground by the opponent's arrow...

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