Qazi Khan, the leader of the Red Stone Tribe in his youth, touched the amulet hanging on his chest before striding into the stone hall made of mud.
At this time, a group of (former) kings, (former) city lords and khans whose average age was more than twice their own were sticking out their big tongues enthusiastically.
The sand people seem to have evolved directly from reptiles (actually they are mammals) into intelligent creatures that walk upright. They are covered in scales and have no sweat glands. They often have to stick out their big tongues to dissipate heat, so they really can't.
He was sweating profusely. But if the Great Elder hadn't been sitting quietly at the top, he would have been sweating profusely.
Yes, the sand people, whose civilization has just evolved into the classical city-state era, are indeed in a violent state of martial virtue. Some of them are former nomadic tribe leaders, and some are city-state rulers who consider themselves kings. None of them know how to
Who do you want to convince? If your words don't make sense, then just take out the knife and settle the matter.
However, the old great elder is not only the spiritual and religious leader of the ordinary sand people, but also the real top master of the sand people. Even though he looks like a kind-hearted old man, he can get angry and crush the chief and the "king" to death.
Not once or twice.
As the junior among the leaders, Kaz Khan gave a slight salute to the great elder, and then found a corner seat. Before he could sit down, he heard a loud and heroic voice say: "Wait, it's too long, it's going to take a long time."
Fight, fight, fight!”
The speaker was Moduo, the great chief of the Red Lake tribe. This chief, who controls the most powerful nomadic tribe among all the sand people, is already a bit old. Although he is still brave, his brain has begun to slow down. "The common language of the sand people"
Not very skilled yet.
Oh, by the way, the Common Language of the Sand People was compiled by Great Elder Heson, who was the spiritual leader of everyone, by combining various Sand People languages and spent ten years compiling it. He has always felt that only by unifying the language can the race be unified.
At the same time, it can better integrate with the advanced civilizations in the universe.
It must be admitted that the Great Elder is still very far-sighted.
However, it is very sad that the simple early phase writing of the sand people cannot bear the amount of information in the era of the big universe. The so-called "lingua franca" actually contains a large number of transliterations and text variations of empires, alliances and even earth languages.
.
It's really sad, but that's not the point.
"It's not time yet, our goal is always to force the earth to negotiate with us!" The answer was Hanrat, the king of the Montenegro city-state. He has a city, a territory, a throne, and has always had an inexplicable relationship with the Governor's Mansion.
If there are too many unclear relationships and there are too many problems, the fighting spirit will naturally become less strong.
"Even if we have to fight, we still have to wait until those cannons are set up to destroy Tulon's protective shield. They will definitely surrender." Another city lord said.
"Yes, we ask to participate in the dividends from the sales of spices and ores. We cannot always let them negotiate prices! Oh, yes, we also need to allow the sand people to live and travel in Tulong, ah no, in the Milky Way!" A mature and solemn lord said so authentically
, which immediately attracted everyone’s nods of approval.
But isn’t this our home? Why do so many of us gather together just for this? Is there any difference between lying on the ground begging and sitting on the ground begging? Kaz Khan couldn’t help but think this way.
In fact, the "kings" and "city lords" of most city-states have this kind of virtue. The governor-general and merchants have to "hire" cheap labor through them and obtain cheap spices and ores, so their lives are naturally good.
The city-state lords now live in dome villas with their own climate mediation and greenhouse gardens, drink the imperial wine and watch the hit dramas of the Alliance, and live the happy life of modern rich otakus. However, the slaves can still only live in the
In mines where people cannot stand up and in plantations where scales can be peeled off in the sun, they work an average of more than fifteen hours a day, but it is still difficult to ensure basic food and clothing for the whole family.
"Rat!" a chief jumped up and shouted.
"Lizard in the sand!" Another chief slapped the table and cursed.
"Vampires in the cave!" An old and decrepit chief of the sand people roared hysterically, as if he suddenly looked twenty years younger. He made the loudest noise since the quarrel, scaring Kaz Khan next to him.
I shivered a bit.
"We have millions of soldiers in our hands, why should we look at other people's eyes? When will those things be ready?" said a slightly younger chief. His "Common Language" was much more fluent.
"Great Elder, fight!" He sincerely asked Great Elder Hessen for instructions, his face full of passion and bravery, as if he could cut his heart open to prove his true feelings at any time, and let his sincere blood spurt out on you.
The face of Yazi.
"But it's not time yet... Our forces have not been fully deployed, we do not have a complete attack plan, and we do not have the cover of heavy weapons! Why not wait until the agreed heavy artillery positions are built, and wait until all the weapons and troops are deployed?
In place?" Kaz Khan felt that this guy was just like an umbrella lizard spreading its skinfolds for mating, and wanted to get up and say a few words, but at this time, the great elder who had been silent all the time nodded expressionlessly.
, said lukewarmly: "Do you all want to fight?"
"Fight! Fight!" Mo Duo jumped on his feet and almost started an awkward war dance.
"Then let's fight." The great elder nodded.
"Great Elder, you can't fight..." The lords jumped up and tried to dissuade them, but were retorted by the Great Elder: "Or do you want to personally convince those hungry and thirsty warriors?"
The lords had nothing to say and could only disperse in anger. The chiefs left happily after getting the answer they wanted. The only one who was not happy, Kaz Khan, was quite heavy when he left the stone hall. He could already see the warriors.
The ending of the movie almost made me cry with sadness... Well, in fact, the sand people don't have tear glands. The way they express their extreme grief actually shakes the periosteum and makes a very sad long tremolo. It sounds like a whale song, but it's actually very sad.
Sweet.
Kaz Khan was very disappointed, disappointed with everything, disappointed with the lords, disappointed with the chiefs, and even more disappointed with the great elder who was like a spiritual leader, so he wanted to leave with his subordinates, but at this time, someone came to greet him secretly
called him.
"The teacher wants to see you. Chief Qazi Khan."
The person who came to lead the way was one of the great elder's proud disciples and a psychic named "Wind Fist".
Young Kaz Khan was brought into the stone hall through the back door by the young Feng Fist, which was also the private residence of the Great Elder. However, as soon as he entered the room, he was smelled by an unpleasant smell of medicine and wanted to run away on the spot.
Looking at the corner of the stone hall, there was a female sand miner with beautiful blue scales who was dispensing medicine. When she saw Kaz coming in, she grinned at the latter, revealing her blade teeth and tongue, revealing a sweet (in the eyes of the sand miners)
Sweet smile.
Her name is Mi Xun, and she is another proud disciple of the Great Elder who has awakened his spiritual power.
Kaz Khan was about to respond with a polite smile to this famous beauty among the sand people, but the great elder had already spoken directly: "You can leave with the clansmen, but when you return, remember to clean up and bow, and say goodbye to the clansmen.
Make arrangements for the follow-up matters."
Qazi Khan was stunned on the spot.
"I have already made an agreement with our collaborators to select a group of young and promising people to study abroad. Various universities and even military schools are acceptable, but you have to take the exam yourself, so you can only start from the preparatory school. From now on
From now on, you have to study the Alliance Common Language seriously." The Great Elder thought for a while, then took out an information terminal in the shape of a bracelet and handed it over: "There is an Alliance Language dictionary and a set of junior college textbooks in it. If you find free time,
Let’s start pre-study when it’s time.”
Kaz Khan took over this technological product with a confused expression that was incompatible with the surrounding environment, and mechanically listened to the elder's teachings: "Yes, the empire's restrictions on this aspect are still very strict, so just
You can go to the Alliance to study. However, you still have to remember to keep your scales down. Many of you hate humans... I can't let you clearly distinguish the difference between Earth people and Gai people, but in the Alliance, every move you make represents
Bear the image of the Sand People. If you want to lead those young people, you must lead by example and restrain them!"
The young chief finally came to his senses: "But, elder, I..."
"Whether it is victory or defeat, this place is destined to be a millstone of flesh and blood. Talented young people should not be allowed to waste their lives here." The great elder shook his head and interrupted the young chief.
Qazi Khan was very moved, but he still raised his own doubts: "But why did you agree to the proposal of Moduo Khan and the others? You know how senseless that is..."
"Even if I don't agree, won't they take action themselves? I'm just a great elder, not their king. They are all chiefs of nomadic tribes, and they don't have much to do with the human governor's palace. This time they participate in the war.
Is it really to liberate the fellow sand people and win honor? Or is it to rush into the city, burn, kill and loot? If killing and looting were their purpose, how could they wait until the city-state lords had prepared everything? Kaz Khan
, you are also a nomadic chief, you should understand, right?"
The young chief was speechless.
"In this case, it's better to let them test the situation of the people on Earth. At least, we can be prepared when the heavy artillery positions are built for a real full-scale attack."
Kaz Khan had to admit that what the great elder said made sense, but precisely because it made sense, he felt even more heavy and sad.
"I'm old, and I'll be satisfied if I can make the people on earth give in with this big battle. Yes, Kaz Khan, Hanrat is right, we actually don't have the ability to completely drive away the people on earth... But
You are different, Kaz Khan. You are still young, strong, passionate, sincere, and have a rare calmness and composure for your age. You have countless possibilities and you have a future, so you must bear greater responsibilities.
!”
"We cannot become extinct, young man. Because of this, I have used all my influence to summon so many warriors who are willing to die. Let this battle become the first battle for our sand people in this universe.
Just scream! As for the rest, I’ll leave it to you.”
Kaz Khan looked at the aging leader of the Sand People, his heart filled with words but unable to say anything.
The Great Elder's body has long since ceased to be upright, his scales have begun to turn gray, his eyes are a little blurry, and he even needs to take medicine year-round for recuperation. However, he is still stronger than ever before, and stronger than when he was young.