"In the Great Desolate Era, the 36th Chief of the Gu Yuan Tribe, Xiao Chen, sincerely announces to the world, the mountains, and the Gods that our tribe has been around for 813 years. This morning, I lead a thousand six hundred and thirty elite warriors to defend the land that our ancestors have painstakingly left for our descendants.
"We have defeated the Kui and Water Black Snake Tribes, and the outskirts of Black Cloud Mountain thanks to the protection of our ancestors, and defeated the powerful enemies that have dominated the Gu Yuan Tribe for hundreds of years.
"This is the merit recorded by the Tele Stone. The descendants of the Gu Yuan Tribe will look at the present, and the people of the present will look at the past. Every land that our descendants step on is the territory that the Gu Yuan Tribe swears to protect with our lives. We firmly believe that the heavens will protect us, and we will be loyal to our tribe!"
On a cliff that was thousands of feet high at the foot of Black Cloud Mountain, Xiao Chen personally held his spear. His brush strokes were like dragons and snakes, like iron horses and silver hooks. He engraved the Gu Yuan Tribe's achievements in defeating the Kui and Water Black Snake Tribes on the cliff. Below him, there were less than a thousand Gu Yuan Tribe warriors. They stared at the iron horses and silver hooks on the cliff, and a different feeling filled their hearts.
Tele Stone's recording of merit was not as simple as showing off their achievements. It was also to vent the humiliation that the Gu Yuan Tribe had suffered over the past 800 years, so that they could hold their heads high today.
When the last word was engraved on the cliff, Xiao Chen flew down and looked at the originally smooth cliff, which was now covered with densely packed words. Under the request of the Gu Yuan Tribe warriors, Xiao Chen followed the will of the people and engraved this article describing their achievements on Black Cloud Mountain. Hundreds of years of suffering and humiliation had finally paid off.
At this moment, all the Gu Yuan Tribe warriors had already packed up. Those who were seriously injured were lying on their horses with the help of their comrades. They carried the remains of their comrades who had died in battle on their backs, looking desolate and solemn.
On the other side, with Ding Shan, Huang Liang, and Shi Ya in the lead, three hundred soldiers stood solemnly behind them. These three hundred soldiers were selected from the survivors of the great battle.
Among the 500 soldiers who died in this battle, 20 of them were sergeants and less than 10 of them were centurions. This was because the number of centurions in the Gu Yuan Tribe was several times more than the number of soldiers in the allied army. Many of them attacked one person, so not many of them died. Most of the soldiers who died were low-level clan soldiers.
Among the three hundred soldiers who could fight, there were more than fifty of them who were at the Centurion Realm. In addition, there were three Blood Refining Realm warriors. With the current strength of the Kui Shui Tribe, it would be difficult for them to take the lead. Even if there were any Blood Refining Realm warriors left in the tribe, the combined strength of Ding Shan and the other two would definitely succeed.
"Commander Ding, you will be the leader of this raid on the Kuishui Tribe, and Huang Liang and Shiya will be your assistants. We must uproot the Kuishui Tribe."
"Yes!"
"Reporting to Lord Chief, although the Kuishui Tribe has been defeated by Gu Yuan Tribe and all the experts in the tribe have been killed, as a tribe with hundreds of years of inheritance, their population is twice that of Gu Yuan Tribe. I don't know how to deal with such a large number of people."
Hearing Ding Shan's words, Xiao Chen could not help but frown. Although the Gu Yuan Tribe had been developing rapidly in the past few months, the current population of the tribe was only about 20,000 people. Moreover, most of them were people from the scattered tribes that had recently joined the Gu Yuan Tribe. There must be many conflicts between the new and the old.
Moreover, these new people needed time to get used to each other. The Kuishui Tribe had more than twice the population of the Gu Yuan Tribe. These people were different from the scattered tribes that had recently joined the Gu Yuan Tribe. After all, the Gu Yuan Tribe and the Kuishui Tribe were enemies. Now that the Gu Yuan Tribe had defeated the Kuishui Tribe, these people were prisoners. Resistance was inevitable.
"Sigh …" Xiao Chen could not help but sigh. The Gu Yuan Tribe was originally weak and did not have enough people. Now that the benefits were in their hands, they were worried about how to eat them.
After pondering for a moment, Xiao Chen said, "Kill anyone who resists!
Anyone who is hostile to the Gu Yuan Tribe will be beheaded! "
"Yes!"
Ding Shan and the other two responded in unison. They turned their horses around and galloped into the depths of the wilderness, followed closely by 300 warriors.
Xiao Chen stood where he was in silence as he watched the brave warriors dashing away.
"Big Brother Xiao, are you worried about such a large population? In Qing 'er's opinion, now that the Gu Yuan Tribe has defeated the Kuishui Tribe, the resources that originally belonged to the Kuishui Tribe should belong to the Gu Yuan Tribe according to the old rules. With such a large area and sparsely populated, it's impossible for the Gu Yuan Tribe to control it. Why don't we reduce the people of the Kuishui Tribe to slaves and distribute them to resource-rich places? We can station elite warriors there and let them mine resources for the Gu Yuan Tribe continuously and strengthen our tribe!"
At this point, Mu Qing walked gracefully to Xiao Chen's side. Her beautiful face was covered by her fine black hair. She said again, "In the wilderness, it's an unwritten rule that the defeated become slaves. With the people of the Kuishui Tribe as slaves, we can make up for the shortcoming of the Gu Yuan Tribe's lack of population. Moreover, we can let the children of the tribe have more time to cultivate." "Qing 'er is right.
That's exactly what Big Brother Xiao wants. Since they've been defeated, they should have the awareness of the losers and pay the price. Killing all of them is against the natural order. Moreover, the territory controlled by the Gu Yuan Tribe has expanded once again, and the resources we obtain will greatly increase. We need more people to work. These people of the Kuishui Tribe can solve the urgent problem of the Gu Yuan Tribe's population shortage! "
"Alright, we'll discuss this matter after commander Ding Shan and Shi Ya return in triumph. Right now, it's better to return to the tribe first. I believe that the ancestor and the elders are already burning with impatience."
After saying that, Mu Qing embraced Xiao Chen and sat on the Two-star Roaring Flame Beast. With the help of Xiao Chen's healing medicine, the Roaring Flame Beast could travel easily even though it had not recovered to its peak state.
In the blink of an eye, hundreds of the more than 1,000 children who had set out for the battle had returned to the earth, their souls dripping with sorrow.
"Let's go!
Warriors of the Gu Yuan Tribe, let's go home! "
"Let's go home!"
Responding to Xiao Chen's words in a low voice, the tribe soldiers behind them embarked on their journey home!
One day later, outside the green city wall, some of the Gu Yuan Tribe members had already come out to welcome them. There were old people, women, and children. At this moment, all of them were silent. They raised their heads in anticipation, their eyes flashing with deep worry. They would not stop their loved ones from setting out for the battle because they knew that their children, husbands, and fathers were doing this to protect them. This was the glory of being a tribe soldier!
However, in the bottom of their hearts, they also hoped that every time they returned from a bloody battle, the first thing they would see would be the figures of their children, husbands, and fathers.
More than 1,600 soldiers set out for the battle, but in the end, only half of them returned. Looking at the wooden jars on the backs of the surviving tribe soldiers, some of them could not help but burst into tears. When the tribe was in danger, someone had to shed their blood. This was their destiny as the tribe soldiers of the Gu Yuan Tribe.