Wang Gensheng's name was mentioned as a hero in Ningdu City.
And being mentioned in a barbarian camp is a symbol of sin.
If it hadn't been for Wang Gensheng, the army would not have been forced to retreat, nor would the leader's old injury relapse, causing him to cough up blood.
"Okay, no matter how small it is, go down and rectify the people under your control. We will have many tough battles to fight in the future, so let me collect your emotions."
Most generals had to leave at the request of their leader.
However, several of the barbarian leader's close men did not obey the order, but stayed forcefully.
The barbarian leader forced himself to sit up and couldn't help but cough.
The white veil was soaked with blood.
"Chief, your current situation is very critical, why don't we..."
Before he finished speaking, he received echoes from several other people.
"Yes, let's use the ancient magic again! The tribe cannot live without your leadership!"
"It must be that not enough blood was used last time. If we use more blood from the clan this time, we will definitely make the leader fully recover!"
The more people talked, the more excited they became.
It was like seeing the barbarian leader return to his peak state, leading them to kill everyone.
The barbarian leader's face turned livid: "Didn't I say before that no one is allowed to mention this matter again!"
During the first attack on the city, he was seriously injured by Wang Gensheng. He had no choice but to use the ancient skills passed down from generation to generation in the ethnic group and use the blood of the ethnic group as a primer to heal his wounds.
The last time, he lost thousands of his clansmen before he could barely regain his strength.
This time, if ancient magic is used again, I don’t know how many clan members will be lost!
The barbarian leader knew that his current body was far more seriously injured than the last time.
Therefore, if we use ancient magic again to achieve the same effect as last time, I am afraid we will have to spend three or four times more clan members.
The barbarian tribe has always had difficulty reproducing due to the harsh living environment.
Losing so many people at once was really unacceptable to the leader who cherished his people.
But his close men could not understand the barbarian leader.
"Chief, only if you get better can you lead us into Ningdu City."
And as long as Ningdu City is destroyed, there will be no shortage of fertile land and beautiful women in the future.
By then, they will have countless lands and houses.
The reproduction problem of the barbarian clan will no longer be a problem.
For the sake of a bright future, what's the point of sacrificing a few clan members now?
"No, if I say no, I just can't."
The barbarian leaders once believed that they would be able to break through Ningdu City and bring new vitality to the barbarian clan.
But now deep down in his heart he is not so sure.
With the mountain of Wang Gensheng blocking them, can the barbarian clan still realize the blueprint they planned in the past?
What if we really sacrificed so many clan members but failed to succeed in the end.
How can he face the people who have contributed to his family?
"Chief, please think about it again. Our barbarian sons are never afraid of death.
We are willing to shed our last drop of blood for our tribe!”
"Yes, leader, please don't get into trouble. As long as you are alive, you can continue to lead the barbarians to expand their territories. Only you can accomplish such a great undertaking!"
The barbarian leader covered his chapped lips with a handkerchief and coughed several times.
Then he let out a long sigh, his appearance became haggard and weathered, a little more twilight and a little less high-spirited.
His voice also became old and weak.
"I killed my own people to heal myself. I swore at the beginning that I would never allow this to happen a second time."
"Stop talking, please step aside. I want to rest."
After that, he waved his hands and asked everyone to retreat.
A few of my close men looked at me, and I looked at you, and they all wanted to say something.
But in the end I had to endure it and no one said anything.
They all knelt down in front of the leader and kissed the leader's instep with tears.
"Chief, your benevolent heart will become the torch that leads our clan forward."
The men walked out of the tent and shared the leader's kindness with their fellow tribesmen, telling them how much the leader had sacrificed for the tribe.
All the tribesmen were moved to tears.
Their leader has been working hard to expand territory for the ethnic group.
"We have to do something for the leader!"
Once you say something, everyone moves.
Suddenly, the station became lively.
The barbarians acted spontaneously for the same thing without anyone's instructions.
They will build altars, kill sheep and cattle, and pray for their leader.
They want to ask God for blessing, to keep their great leader safe from now on, and to keep the leader away from illness and disease.
Several masters of the barbarian clan also regretted that they failed to share the leader's worries and failed to complete the tasks assigned by the leader.
They felt the tribe's feelings for their leader and couldn't help but gather together.
"If we were stronger and could eradicate Wang Gensheng for the leader, the leader would not have a recurrence of his old injuries. It's just that we are too incompetent."
"Wang Gensheng is too strong, we really can't defeat him."
"The four of us traveled all over the country and never escaped death. There is no enemy we can't defeat, but we just didn't use the right method."
The four of them exchanged ideas and decided to find a way to restrain Wang Gensheng and kill him in one fell swoop.
He vowed to cut off Wang Gensheng's head and present it to the leader.
After several people said this, they dispersed.
Guarding the garrison is a task assigned to them by the leader, and they cannot allow the leader to be attacked by the enemy because of their laxity.
…
Inside the barbarian center tent.
The barbarian leader was lying on the bed, his eyes slightly opened.
The chest was rising and falling, very slightly.
If you don't look carefully, you can't see it at all.
His consciousness was a little blurry.
On the one hand, it's because of the injury, and on the other hand, it's because I didn't sleep well last night.
At this moment, the tent was pushed open by a small hand, and a small figure got in.
It was a little barbarian girl, holding a bowl of hot porridge in her hand.
It's hot and smoking.
The little barbarian girl put the bowl on the table and quickly put the hand holding the bowl to her ears.
Then he quietly approached the barbarian leader.
"Chief, are you asleep?" the little girl asked the leader softly.
The leader snored falsely and said, "I have fallen asleep."
The little girl let out a clear laugh.
"The leader is lying. You can't talk when you're asleep."
The leader opened his eyes and looked at the little girl, "How do you know you can't talk while you are asleep?"
The little girl was stunned for a moment before she hesitated to answer.
"You can't talk when you're asleep."
"Chief, I'm here to bring you porridge."
"Why did it change to you today?" the leader asked.
The army is not so short of men that it needs a little barbarian girl.
The barbarian leader thought so and felt a little unhappy in his heart.