Pursuit of the Truth Chapter 85: A homeless place
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"Su Ming, you ..." grandfather's subconscious to open mouth, but when he saw the bloodshot eyes in Su Ming's eyes, Su Ming's exhausted body and that silent attachment, this remark said again. Not coming out, because he also felt the tragic price behind Su Ming's perseverance.
In his eyes, the Su Ming at the moment is like an arrow off the string. This arrow, with an amazing sharpness, is not blood-stained and nobody can stop it!
"grandfather ... I'm back." Su Ming whispered to open mouth as usual when he returned when he went out.
grandfather looked at Su Ming, with gratification, reluctance, hesitation, and a complex that Su Ming could not recognize.
"Are you going to fight for the Horde?" For a long time, grandfather whispered to open mouth.
Su Ming nodded silently.
"Will you die even if you die?" grandfather was silent for a moment, again to open mouth.
"Everyone has a death. If I died in a war to protect my homeland, I have no complaints or regrets!" Su Ming's calm words said his heart.
"Okay, Su Ming, grandfather do not hinder you. Since this is your choice, I will give you the opportunity to fight for the tribe!" grandfather closed his eyes, as if hesitating, he opened it abruptly after a while, revealing decisiveness .
He knew in his heart that he could n’t stop it anymore. Otherwise, he did n’t know what crazy things the child would do. Looking at the tragic situation of Su Ming, grandfather felt distressed and relieved.
At this moment, suddenly the assembled tribesmens were all quiet for a moment, their eyes simultaneously condensed on the outside of the tribe, and a few people who entered at the moment.
Patriarch is in front, followed by Shan Hen, Bei Ling and the Blood Condensation 6th and 7th floor strong men of the tribe. They were tired and **** on their bodies and walked back.
It's just that among them, when they left, they obviously had more people, but now they are less. And on many people, there are wounds, especially Bei Ling, its complexion is pale, and there are a lot of blood on the chest.
Everyone is holding a human head that no longer bleeds. Their return has caused the tribesmen in the tribe to cheer up and cheer, and they have spread out so that these people can go directly to the place where grandfather is located.
Bei Ling saw Su Ming, but at the moment, he did not have the coldly indifferent in the past, but silently followed him behind his father, as if compared with the life and death of the tribe, his jealousy was insignificant.
If the tribe is gone, if tribesmen is dead, what else can be jealous ...
" grandfather , Near here Black Mountain The followers have been scattered and searched by us, and all of them have been killed. Now the outside ... it should be safe and can be moved! "A group of people approached grandfather In front of that Wushan Tribe Patriarch , The two heads in their hands are still aside, Shen Sheng to open mouth , His words revealed a bloody.
The people behind him also throw away their heads. In silence, cold murderous is implied.
Su Ming stood beside grandfather and silently looked at Patriarch and others. He saw the fatigue in them and saw the sorrow hidden under the killing and blood.
It is not difficult to come up with it. When grandfather came back last night, when the tribe ’s tribesmen was preparing to relocate, it must have encountered the first attack of the Black Mountain department. The battle was so fierce that the tribesmen could not be relocated until the first After the end of the war, under the order of grandfather, clean the remaining people who are tracking Black Mountain, so that they can safely migrate.
After all, most of the tribes are ordinary tribesmen, and there are many women and children. To protect their safety, that is the future and hope of the tribe.
grandfather nodded and glanced at all tribesmen. At this moment, the tribesmen of the tribe, regardless of age, gender, and age, are also watching him. Their eyes contain dependence and expectations.
"tribesmens ..." grandfather lightly to open mouth, its words spread all around, falling into the ears of each tribesmen.
"We do n’t want to leave our homes ... We do n’t want to leave the land that has been inhabited for generations, we do n’t want to be attached to Fengzhen Tribe from now on ... But for the continuation of Wushan Tribe, we ... have to do this!
We are going to live, we will live!
Tell our descendants, and tell us ourselves, that one day, we can still come back here, we can also create our own home, on that day ... we will give back all the shame, several times back Black Mountain Department! !
I am confident, do you guys ... have any! ! "grandfather shouted loudly.
All tribesmens, all in that sorrow at that moment, exploded with a suppressed roar, that roar shakes the heavens, maybe not much tribesmen in Wushan Tribe, but this roar is the strongest roar of everyone's vitality.
"Someday ... we Wushan Tribe, we will come back ... Now, migrate !!" grandfather closed his eyes, but the sadness in his eyes did not want people not to see it, his big sleeves flicked, and he had already assembled The Wushan Tribe tribesmen, with mutual support, moved slowly in the protection of the tribe's Barbarian Cultivator, leaving the land where they have multiplied for generations, and moved towards the distant unknown.
The long crowd slowly left the abandoned tribe. The Wushan Tribe behind them, there was a faint black smoke, and the ground was broken, revealing a desolation and sadness.
Sounds of crying came out from the crowd, belonging to those who did not grow up, to those who were afraid, to the women who were afraid, and to each tribesmen of Wushan Tribe.
The men in the clan protect their loved ones and hold the confused children. In the tears, they silently move forward. Some older Lasu people are also afraid of pulling their loved ones. Hands, crying, staring back.
Looking at the once familiar, it seems that this scene will be transformed into eternity, deeply buried in the depths of memory, fearing that I will forget, that I will never remember ... the way home.
Every one of them can't help but look back, looking at the leaving tribe, looking at the old home ...
There is a vicissitudes old man in the crowd, he is Nansong. He looked calm, as if he had seen through the years, carrying a simple suitcase at the moment, silently in the crowd, unremarkable.
At noon, the sunlight is not strong. The snow on the ground is glowing with silver, which can sting people ’s eyes, but even if the light is strong, it seems that it ca n’t stop the tribesmens from turning back and around. A sad parting.
The homeland is getting farther and farther. The silhouette of the tribe is gradually blurred. Only the dark smoke can be seen in the sky, and only the broken trance can be seen, but the beauty of the once tribe is already carved. In the heart of every tribesmen, they ... will not forget, never forget.
Su Ming turned around, everything in that tribe, also imprint was in his memory, where his childhood, his happiness, his growth existed, and every corner there was familiar to him, Every piece of land, he will be unforgettable, everything there ... is in his mind, one survives.
Less than a last resort, no one wants to leave his hometown, no one wants to leave this familiar home, no one wants to go to the strange Fengzhen, and has since become an affiliate.
Yes, this is the only way, the only way to keep the Wushan Tribe immortal and continue to multiply. This road is very far, far away, the process will be rugged, but, you must ... go on.
The crisis has not ended. On the contrary, the real danger has just begun. Before the tribes, Wushan Tribe resisted the first wave of war in Black Mountain, but now in the process of migration, the crowd was pulled away in long lines. The vast majority are ordinary tribesmen, they have no resistance in front of Barbarian Cultivator.
This migration is destined to be safe ...
Once the Wushan Tribe is defeated, all Barbarian Cultivator will be killed in battle, all the males will be slaughtered, and the child Rasu will be wrapped up, but all males will die ... The only thing that exists is the Wushan Tribe woman They will be driven into the Black Mountain department and become items like property. The only role is to serve the tribesmen of the Black Mountain department, to succeed the lineage, and to devote the remaining years of the Black Mountain department to the growth and humiliation.
The migration of hundreds of people cannot be too fast, especially when there are men outside, and there are a lot of Rasu and women. In this winter, in the cold, their crying is gradually decreasing. By now, silence has replaced everything.
They do n’t know where the future is, maybe Fengzhen is the only one ... but no one knows if they can walk to Fengzhen Tribe alive ...
In the middle of this process, how many people will die, how many people will never see their loved ones, they do n’t know ...
There are a lot of young tribesmens in the crowd. They do not have Barbarian Body. In the past, they rarely contributed to the tribe. Most of them were happy to play, but because of the Barbarian Cultivator that had died in their homes before. As long as their actions are not excessive, they will be ignored.
At this moment, these ten or so young people, with fear and fear, in the crowd, looked around, hoping to go to Fengzhen all at once.
The Barbarian Cultivator of Wushan Tribe, surrounded by this long line of people, with exhaustion, perseverance, and silent guard, sometimes stepped forward to help some weak old people. At the forefront of the team is Patriarch of Wushan Tribe. He has a determined look and is walking vigilantly in front of him. He is followed by several Barbarian Cultivators, all of which are vigilant.
The two sides, the back, all the same. grandfather walked at the end. He walked dignifiedly with a bone cane in his hand, always paying attention to the surroundings. Bei Ling pulled Chen Xin and walked silently on the right side of the team complexion was pale, and there was more blood on his chest, but he didn't care.
Lei Chen, Wu La, and other Barbarian Cultivator in the tribe are all following around, be alert.
On the left and right sides, the leader and Shan Hen have a great responsibility, and they silently follow. With his right hand, he always holds his bow. If there is any slight wind blowing, he will open the bow and shoot the arrow for the first time! Behind him, there was an old man in the crowd, who glanced at the head with calm eyes.
This old man, Su Ming knows, it is Nansong in the herbal medicine room!
The look of Shan Hen is the same as coldly indifferent as before. No one knows what he is thinking. At that time, the trace of complexity flashed from squinted both eyes was also unnoticed.
Su Ming followed the tribal migratory crowd and listened to their crying, the crying gradually turned into silence, his heart hurt, he looked at the familiar faces, looked at their fear, Su Ming clenched Fist up.
"Guard the tribe, fight for the tribe!" Su Ming murmured, he is on the right side of this crowd, not far in front of him, is Shan Hen.
This position was not chosen by him, but was assigned by grandfather during the migration. In the arms of Su Ming, he is holding a little girl of five or six years old. This little girl is called Tong Tong. Now he has fallen asleep, but there are teardrops on his eyelashes.
Her dad died in battle, and her grandmother also died last night, leaving her alone.
"Grandma ... Dad ... Pippi ..." The little girl was trembling like a nightmare while she was asleep, and she was tearfully holding her Su Ming clothes.
Su Ming knows that Pippi, a pet animal of this little girl, is very cute and is often held in her arms by her.
"Tong Tong obedient ..." Su Ming patted gently on her back, with sadness in his eyes, he felt like he had grown up suddenly ...