"Chief, we can't stay here any longer, we should leave as soon as possible..."
"Well, Arslan, why are you always so timid? You don't deserve your name." The new chief of the Bai tribe said impatiently, "You are so afraid of Wotu, are you scared out of your wits by him?"
Arslan looked at the fearless and nervous chieftain and sighed in his heart. The Bai people might not be able to escape this time.
The Bai people were one of the famous tribes in this grassland. When Wotu led the Wutu tribe to annex other tribes, only the Bai people were lucky enough to avoid being annexed. But even so, they could only hide and migrate everywhere like a stray dog.
Arslan used to be proud of the bravery and ferocity of the Bai warriors, and thought that there was no rival on the grassland, but the battle with Wutu still made him feel sad. Even their brave old chieftain was injured by that Wotu.
The old patriarch was stubborn and would not listen to the advice of the tribe members. Even though the warriors in the tribe suffered heavy casualties, he still insisted on competing with the Wutu tribe again, which made Arslan and others very disappointed. Last winter, the old patriarch died of injuries. After the old patriarch died, the new patriarch took office. Arslan hoped that the new patriarch could take everyone in the tribe away and find a new place to live and recuperate first, but the new patriarch was even more stupid and stubborn than the old one.
The new chieftain Yilede was not only unwilling to avoid the Wutu tribe, but also believed the sweet words of a cunning Zhao man and led his men to kill the Yin merchant caravan that traveled to and from the Wutu tribe.
Arslan tried several times to persuade the chief to take his people away quickly to prevent the Utu tribe from following their trail. However, Iled had never participated in the battle with the Utu tribe, nor had he seen with his own eyes how terrifying Wotu was, so he did not take his words to heart at all.
"He's just a young man, about the same age as me. How powerful can he be? How can he be considered a warrior of the Bai people if he's so timid!" Ild drank a glass of strong liquor and said in high spirits, "If he dares to come, I'll cut off his head and use it to make wine! Tsk—the wine shipped from the Yin Kingdom is delicious. Once we rob dozens of his caravans, we'll have everything we want. Hahahaha!"
"Chief Ild is really courageous!" A middle-aged man who looked like a scholar walked in and praised with a smile on his face.
When Ild met this man, he had a good attitude. He asked him to sit down and said, "Thanks to the information you provided us, these Yin merchant caravans are really fat sheep!" He got such a big benefit not long after taking office, and he was feeling very proud.
Arslan was very wary of this man, "You are obviously from Zhao, why are you here to help us with our plans! I think you are clearly trying to lure Wutu's people over here to harm our Bai people!"
"Oh, that's wrong." The middle-aged scholar said, "I came here to assist the chieftain on the orders of our king. Our king admires the bravery of the Bai people. If Zhao supports them, the Bai people will definitely replace Wutu and become the ruler of the grassland in the future! These caravans are just a small reward."
“As for Wutu, you don’t have to worry. It is said that Chief Wotu is now bewitched by the princess sent by the Yin Kingdom and is intoxicated by the beauty of the country. How could he have the time to take care of such a trivial matter as a caravan? Besides, even if he wants to take care of it, he can’t come so quickly. Let’s repeat our trick a few more times and get a large sum of gold and silver. Then it won’t be too late to leave.” The scholar looked like an expert who had everything under control.
Arslan was skeptical, "Really..."
Suddenly, a wolf howled in the distance. Arslan's face suddenly changed. He stood up suddenly and said, "Wotu!"
Ild sneered, "How is that possible? It's just a prairie wolf. You're frightened by its howl. I think you've really become a coward."
"No! This is Wotu's wolf rider!" Arslan drew his sword and rushed out.
"Ah! The Utu tribe is attacking!"
"Quick, blow the whistle!"
Amidst the noisy shouts and screams, there were sharp whistles, which signaled the enemy's attack. This time, Ild's face changed drastically. He had never expected that someone would come so quickly, so he dropped his wine glass, grabbed his knife and ran out.
As for the Zhao scholar who had been so arrogant just now, he slipped away quietly when no one was paying attention, ready to run away if he saw the situation getting bad.
The warriors of the Wutu tribe, who used to carry their children on their backs and sing together, now rode on horseback, some with bows and arrows, some with swords and swords, all with fierce expressions. The same was true for the Bai warriors. When facing the enemy, the men of different tribes on the grassland would never show mercy to each other.
When Iled left the tent, there were corpses everywhere outside, and wolves trained by Wutu were biting the tribesmen. The scene was bloody and horrifying. His ambitions were suddenly shattered and he stood still. Arslan ran over with a bloody knife and shouted at him, "Chief, hurry up, get on your horse and run!"
Only then did Ild come to his senses. His eyes were bloodshot. He grabbed the horse and jumped on it, but he did not run. Instead, he rushed towards Wotu who was not far away.
"Wotu, die!"
The horse rushed towards Wo Tu, but the Wutu warrior beside Wo Tu had no intention of stopping him. Instead, he looked on coldly. The horse under Wo Tu was covered in blood. He showed no expression, tightened the reins with one hand, and rushed towards Yiled. The two horses passed each other, and Wo Tu raised his hand and swung with such force that he instantly cut off one of Yiled's arms.
Ild fell off his horse, covering his severed arm, howling miserably, and rolled twice on the ground, his bright red blood staining the ground beneath him.
"Chief!" Arslan saw the chief's broken arm fall to the side, and then looked at the bodies of the tribesmen around him, and a sense of determination arose in his heart. Today must be a fight to the death. In this case, even if he dies, Lavotu must take his place! He drew his bow, aimed at Wotu on the horse, and shot an arrow suddenly when he leaned over to kill Iled.
Wotu cut off Iled's head with a knife, and then jumped off his horse, just avoiding the arrow. When the Wutu warriors noticed the arrow, they looked at Arslan with unfriendly eyes, "Kill him!"
A dozen wolves heard the command and pounced on Arslan.
Wo Tu whistled, and the wolves stopped and retreated with a whimper. Holding a knife, Wo Tu walked towards Arslan and said, "I remember you. It was you who snatched the old chief from my knife last time."
Arslan stared at him with vigilance and hatred. Wotu didn't care and wiped the sticky blood from his hands. "You are a loyal warrior. I am willing to kill you myself. Pick up the knife."
Amid the screams of countless tribesmen, Arslan roared and slashed at the green-eyed Wotu with his sword.
The last time, he had fought with this green-eyed son of the wolf god. At that time, Wo Tu had just raided another tribe and was seriously injured and covered in blood. Even so, he still cut half of the old chief's body with one knife. Arslan could not forget that scene, nor the terrifying madness and ferocity.
The hand holding the knife was shaking with fear and he couldn't even block Wo Tu's knife.
With a clang, Arslan's head fell to the ground along with the knife.
Wo Tu wiped the hot blood off his knife, jumped on his horse again, raised his knife and shouted: "Find all the Bai men and kill them."
"Yes!" the men responded loudly. The wolf riders would use their keen sense of smell to find everyone who was hiding or escaping.
The fighting between tribes, life and death are all matters between men. If a tribe is exterminated, all the adult men in the tribe will be killed, leaving only women who can reproduce and children who are not as tall as the wheels.
The massacre took place quickly. The corpses were piled together. The surviving women and children were also crowded together, trembling with fear in their eyes.
Those who survived would be broken up and incorporated into other tribes. This was the case with almost all small tribes on the grassland, which were swallowed up or killed by larger tribes. Now, more than half of these Bai women were abducted from various small tribes. They have become accustomed to this kind of life. For them, the luckiest thing is to be able to join a powerful tribe and no longer suffer the fate of being abducted.
The original women of the Bai tribe, especially those of high status, were different. Compared with the women of other tribes who were robbed, the Bai women wore more exquisite clothes, gold jewelry, and were cleaner. The Bai women had very fair skin and were famous beauties on the grassland. When a group of Bai women gathered together, one of them threw herself under his horse when Wo Tu passed by, looking at him with eyes full of smiles, "Honorable son of the Wolf God, I am a Bai princess, and I am willing to serve you!"
Although the woman said this, the hidden dagger was already ready to strike. As soon as Wotu got close, she would do her best to kill this enemy.
But Wo Tu remained unmoved. He raised his bow and shot an arrow that pierced the person's chest. The huge force nailed the princess to the ground.
"Find out those Bai women who are carrying weapons and kill them all." Wo Tu had experienced countless things like this and certainly would not be fooled.
On the bloody battlefield after the war, the painful cries of women were heard, marking the end of a battle on this grassland.
"Chief, we have also captured a man from the Central Plains. He claims to be from Yin." A Wutu warrior tied up the middle-aged scholar who wanted to escape and pushed him over.
Wo Tu glanced at the middle-aged scholar and said, "Take good care of him and take him back."
"yes!"
After dealing with the Bai people, Wo Tu had people load up their belongings, take the cattle, sheep and captives back to the tribe. These chores were always done by Na Risong. Compared to the decisive Wo Tu, Na Risong was a more sensitive person. Every time they annexed a tribe, Na Risong would remain silent. On their way back, Na Risong sat on his horse and played his two-stringed harp.
The mother of Wotu and Narisong was also a woman who was taken back by the Wutu tribe. The Wutu tribe was also composed of countless small tribes over countless years. In this barren land, if they are not strong, what awaits them is the destruction of their homes and the loss of their beloved women. If they do not take, they will perish; if they do not kill others, they will be killed.
This is a beautiful yet cruel place, breeding cold yet gentle warriors.
Wo Tu sang loudly to the sound of Narisong's harp, and the warriors clapped their hands in unison, and even the injured soldiers joined in. This song was not a song praising victory, but a song about family, love and home. People who have experienced war will miss home especially.
They stopped temporarily when passing by a lake. Wotu walked into the lake and washed off the blood on his body. The other warriors of the Wutu tribe had also washed themselves. They used to do this, but at that time Wotu didn't understand why these people were so troublesome. He would never bother with this. Anyway, it didn't matter if he returned to the tribe with blood on his body. But now he understood what kind of feeling this was.
Four days had passed since I returned to the tribe.
Wotu saw a person standing on the hill in the distance, the wind blowing her blue skirt. He knew at a glance that it was his wife.
"Hey! Wotu! Why are you rushing so fast alone all of a sudden?!"
"Look over there, there seems to be a figure, it's the princess, right?"
"Hey, no wonder."
Wo Tu stopped his horse beside Yin Ruxu, lifted her onto the horse, buried his head in her neck and rubbed it twice, then smiled and whispered to her, "Xu Xu."
The green eyes that flashed coldly in front of the enemy now became a lake under the sun.
The author has something to say: I have listened to a lot of historical audiobooks and documentaries recently, and I discovered a problem: a good person cannot be a good emperor, and a person who can be a good emperor is definitely not a good person.
This little story is so serious, isn't it unusual? I can't help it, the protagonist is a serious person, so I can only write a serious article, and the protagonist is a silly sculpture, so I can write a silly story. (Spreading hands)