Southern Wilderness, Blue Sheep Tribe.
A large group of blue sheep are walking on the high mountains. Even the steep rock walls cannot stop their steps.
It is spring at this time, the vegetation has sprouted and grown, and these blue sheep have plenty of food.
Leader Hongyan's mount, the tallest leader among the sheep, is standing on a high hillside, constantly shuttling through the bushes, tasting the delicious and juicy young leaves at will.
Suddenly, it seemed to hear something, its ears twitched, its head raised, and it looked warily in the direction of the noise.
I saw warriors riding jackals approaching the Blue Sheep tribe from another mountain quickly.
"What!"
The leader pulled his neck and shouted, then took the lead in running towards the tribe's residence.
"Baa... baa..."
The entire blue sheep herd screamed. They followed the leader and ran quickly on the steep hillside, but no one was left behind.
At the same time, the Wu who lived in the high mountains changed his face when he heard the ram's horn. He immediately picked up a ram's horn and walked to the cave entrance.
This is the horn left after the death of the twisted-horned ram. A small opening is cut on the sharp end so that it can be blown.
The shaman of the Blue Sheep tribe put the end of the big sheep horn at the corner of his mouth, took a deep breath, and then blew it suddenly.
"Woo...Woo..."
The loud and long sound of the sheep horn spread throughout the blue sheep tribe.
Afterwards, all the people of the Blue Sheep tribe, no matter what they were doing or where they were, as long as they heard the sound of the horn, they would run madly towards the house.
They ran into the house, men, women, and children, all armed with weapons, and then went outside to assemble.
"Baa... baa..."
The blue sheep have returned, and they have gathered into the tribe, walking around restlessly.
"Quick, everyone ride on the back of the blue sheep!"
Hong Yan took the lead and climbed onto the back of the leader, holding a stone spear in his hand, ready to attack the enemy.
There are more than 600 tribesmen in the Yanyang tribe. There are more than 300 warriors who can fight and more than 100 ordinary warriors. The rest are old, weak, sick and disabled.
There are about 300 prime-age blue sheep in the tribe, and the rest are also old, weak, sick and disabled.
All the warriors who could fight rode on the backs of the young blue sheep.
The remaining weaker warriors, the old, weak, sick and disabled in the tribe, as well as the old and young blue sheep, all gathered in the cave where the witch was.
"Ouch..."
At this moment, the sound of wolves howling came from the foot of the mountain.
Hongyan looked down the mountain and saw countless ferocious jackals, carrying warriors from the jackal tribe, running up the mountain quickly with a terrifying momentum.
"So many enemies!"
Hongyan's face turned pale in an instant, and he felt an unpleasant feeling in his heart.
Especially when he saw a particularly tall jackal among the wolves, his heart skipped a beat.
Because the jackal just glanced at him, he felt like he was sweating on his back, and there was even more fear in his heart.
He knew that it was the patron saint of a tribe!
"No, the enemy is too strong!"
Hongyan clamped his legs together, and the leader immediately ran up the mountain quickly, and more than three hundred warriors from the blue sheep tribe hurriedly followed.
The leader stopped in front of the cave where the witch lived. Hongyan got off the back of the blue sheep and quickly ran into the cave.
"Witch, there are too many enemies. Before they rush up, retreat from the path."
The shaman of the Yanyang tribe sat by the fire pit. He was silent for a moment and said in a hoarse voice: "You go, I will stay."
Hongyan was anxious and said: "Wu, you can't stay!"
"Just leave if you let me. I'm too old, I can't run fast, and I don't want to run anymore."
Outside the cave dwelling, a group of old warriors said one after another: "That's right, we won't leave either. If we die in the tribe, we might still be able to see the goat god."
Hongyan looked at the firm eyes of those old soldiers and shouted anxiously and helplessly: "Witch!"
The shaman of the Yanyang tribe looked at Hongyan and said: "Take the tribe and go as far as you can. If you don't go, it will be too late."
"Ouch..."
At this time, another wolf howl came from the bottom of the mountain, and the jackals had already climbed halfway up.
"Witch!"
Hongyan shouted again, tears almost falling.
The shaman of the Yanyang tribe shouted: "Let's go! Don't you even listen to the witch?"
At this time, there were shouts of killing outside. As the leader, Hongyan must be responsible for the entire tribe, and there was no time for him to hesitate any longer.
"Let's go!"
Hong Yan roared, and then asked the warriors of the tribe to pull the ordinary warriors and young tribesmen onto the backs of the blue sheep.
As for the old soldiers, as well as the sick and disabled soldiers, no one is willing to leave.
Some old blue sheep seemed to realize something, and they actually stayed.
More than 300 blue sheep, together with the warriors of the blue sheep tribe, retreated from a path behind the cave dwellings in a very long queue.
After they left, the shaman of the Yanyang tribe stood up.
He held the long twisted sheep horn in his left hand and a bone spear in his right hand. He straightened his waist and strode towards the entrance of the cave dwelling.
The old Yanyang tribe warriors, as well as the sick and disabled Yanyang tribe warriors, took on simple weapons and followed the footsteps of the witch.
When the shaman of the Yanyang tribe walked outside the cave dwelling, the warriors of the Jackal tribe had already rushed into the living area of ​​the Yanyang tribe and continued to charge upward.
The shaman of the Yanyang tribe immediately shouted: "Rolling stone!"
The remaining warriors of the Blue Sheep tribe looked for big rocks and pushed them down the steep hillside.
"Boom!"
A large number of rocks rolled down the hillside, and many jackals along the way had no time to escape and were directly hit.
"Woo..."
"Ah..."
The screams of jackals and jackal tribe warriors came one after another. Some unlucky jackals and warriors were killed on the spot, and those who were not killed were seriously injured.
The other jackals took cover one after another, not daring to continue charging upward.
After all the big rocks were rolled, the leader of the Jackal tribe said angrily: "Go up and kill them all!"
"Ouch..."
The alpha wolf howled again, and thousands of jackals continued to charge upward.
Because there was no preparation in advance, after throwing those big stones, the people of the Blue Sheep tribe had no big stones left to throw.
The shaman of the Yanyang tribe looked around and said, "Old man, are you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid!"
"You're already an old man, what's there to be afraid of?"
"That's right!"
Those old soldiers shouted without fear, as if they were young again.
Even the old blue sheep stood a little straighter, with a fierce light in their eyes.
"Okay, since I'm not afraid, I will blow the sheep's horn soon, and everyone will accompany me to charge for the last time to buy some time for the tribe to evacuate."
The shaman of the Yanyang tribe stood in front of the cave dwelling, put the big sheep horn to his mouth again, took a deep breath, and then blew it.
"Woo woo woo..."
The desolate sound of sheep horns echoed in the mountains, and the faces of the old soldiers became rosy, and their rickety waists straightened.
To be continued...