The dogs below all raised their heads in shock, and the nest exploded in an instant!
The way forward has been blocked by boulders, and the barking of the leader of the spotted mustache dogs has lost its majesty. They are climbing up the steep slopes on three sides without direction. Unfortunately, they are not goats.
General Ji stood up from the boulder and burst out laughing, tears streaming down his face, "Xu Jie! Hehe, I miss you so much, hahaha." This is all irrelevant.
There was a slightly thinner dog with a spotted moustache. It dug hard under its feet and rushed up seven or eight feet with inertia. It was weak and grabbed a withered vine, but it still slid down, with a look in its eyes.
It's despair
The withered vine was pulled by it, and the hairy roots attached to the shallow soil on the mountain surface were overwhelmed and pulled up by the roots. A large stone holding the withered vine shook and rolled into the bottom of the pit.
There was a howl of ghosts and wolves, and the big stone rushed out of the alley among the dogs. Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and the dogs fled in all directions.
General Ji no longer cared about his arrows. He looked at the mustachioed dogs trying to climb the rock and shot them one at a time to make them turn over to the bottom of the valley.
And I was not idle either. I pulled a few handfuls of grass and a few dry branches nearby. I used a fire stick to ignite the grass first, and then the dead branches. The flames quickly started, and my cheeks were warmed by the fire.
coaxed
I looked at the group of mustachioed dogs below, which had been suffering for a long time. They were whining and had a bad premonition. They stepped on them with their packs, but no one cared to bite them anymore.
There were more than three hundred mustachioed dogs, and the scent of dog meat could be smelled ten miles away. I kicked the fire down with a smile on my face.
The dry, dense hairy grass caught fire in an instant. A piece of fire and the dog hair on their bodies were like fireballs. They let out desperate roars, clashed left and right at the bottom of the pit, and rolled on the ground. More dry grass was attracted by them.
The smoke was rising! The disgusting smell of Hu Jiao went straight into our nostrils. Both General Ji and I were coughing.
A spotted mustached dog stood in the forefront and barked at the group of dogs. It was probably the leader. I don’t know what other ideas it had. General Ji shot an arrow at it, and the arrow passed through its left eye.
He didn't even scream, he fell to the ground and twitched.
We sat up there and watched the group of headless flies gradually become quieter. General Ji would fly out an arrow from time to time, ending the suffering of individual spotted mustache dogs.
The thick smoke rising into the sky attracted the attention of people at the foot of the mountain. We had heard faint voices coming down the distant hillside.
We got up and evacuated the scene, but my waist felt sore. It was from pushing the boulder too hard just now. It may have broken a bone or tendon, or it may have been a muscle strain.
General Ji came over to help me. We couldn't go back the way we came. There must be people looking for dogs there now, so we walked down the ridge leading to the southeast.
After walking less than three miles to the southeast, this mountain back branch branched off and turned toward the northeast. That was the back mountain of the Iwami tribe, and the other branch continued to the southeast.
General Ji supported me and decided to go to their lair to have a look. Knowing the enemy and knowing each other will lead to victory in every battle. However, my waist was hurting from time to time, and we were walking very slowly. General Ji was implicated by me and wanted to leave.
Not even fast
From the back of the ridge, we slowly turned to the northeast fork road. Although we sprained our waists, we were still extremely happy. A group of difficult spotted mustache dogs were wiped out by us. The following battle will be
Much more relaxed
It was almost evening, we walked and walked, and finally reached the center of Iwami tribe.
This mountain range penetrates directly into the hinterland of the tribe. Originally, what we saw was only a small part of them, not even one-fifth.
The mountains paused here. Below is the mountain pass where the herd of elephants came out of the distance we saw last time. From the place where we started to hide, it was still covered with a layer of mist. Now, the situation below is clear.
Land catches our eyes
On the right side of this half of the mountain range, we finally found the habitat of the group of Nama elephants. It turned out that there was another clearing in the mountains, surrounded by thick antler-shaped wood. Now, the elephants are inside
Looking to the left, I saw a group of people shouting restlessly. I immediately spotted Rokkaku Yoshiko in the crowd. She was in a bad mood. The fat old man next to her was probably her father. Shi
Meet the leader of the tribe
I saw that he was comforting Liujia, but she didn't seem to have improved at all. Suddenly she turned around and slapped a man next to her on the face. The man swallowed his head and covered his ears with his hands.
Only then did I realize that there was no ear on the other side of his face. There was just a round hole in the place of the ear.
A group of people stood there with their heads drooped, listening to Rokkaku Yoshiko's vent. It looked like they had just returned from the place where the smoke was rising. I don't know what it is like there now, but I guess it won't be much better.
The three hundred mustachioed dogs that Lujiao worked so hard to domesticate were destroyed by us like this. No one would feel better. I feel a little sympathy for Liujiao. It’s not easy for a woman.
It's straight up and down again, with a height of about three to five feet. Half of the way there is no grass, but there are dense trees growing on the top of the mountain. We can observe them through the gaps in the branches and leaves, but they can't realize that our mountain pass is only about ten feet.
Wide, no wonder the Nama elephants are like floods bursting out of the embankments
The place where Rokkaku and the others live is a wooden house on the hillside opposite. I saw her venting her anger, then walking to her house alone in a big cloak and slamming into the wooden door. Maybe she was lying on the bed crying now.
, her husband is dead, her dog is dead, how can she live?
Farther away, there turned out to be a beach, with only a narrow patch exposed between the peaks.
I should have a preliminary understanding of the terrain of this area. King Pingyuan's territory and Iwami's territory are located in the northwest and northeast of a large island respectively. The last time we eradicated the Oki tribe, we did not go further.
If you go north, I guess you can reach the beach opposite by taking a boat from there.
In the haziness, you can see two tall wooden structures on the beach, with tents on them. There are shadows of people moving around. It seems that they are the back gate of Iwami.
Suddenly, we heard another commotion below. Looking through the gaps in the branches, the elephants seemed to have discovered us again. They raised their trunks and looked in our direction.
Soon, someone rushed out of the wooden house halfway up the mountain. General Ji grabbed me, put me on his back, picked me up and ran away.
The group of women screamed and ran towards the northwest exit. General Ji said, "We have to hurry up and don't let them block the top of the mountain."
However, we couldn't go back on the original road, so we quickly followed the ridge and took advantage of the dim light in the evening to run down the southeastern fork.
Later, I learned that it was fortunate that we left this way, otherwise General Ji and I would have been dead.