Standing on a small bag nearby, Zhou Fei looked up and saw that tens of thousands of barbarians were ready to go.
They are about to go to the place of death.
For these barbarian warriors, they did not intend to come back alive.
Leaving the tribe and rushing to the front line is a journey of death.
But no one flinched.
Including the relatives of these barbarian warriors, they never flinched.
Feng Jianche stood on a temporary high platform and gave a brief conversation.
The barbarian warriors raised their arms and shouted.
"Ula!"
Then, set off.
Zhou Fei left Xiao Tubao only after watching the team leave.
On the way back to the tent, Zhou Fei nodded to every barbarian woman he met.
Unfortunately, no one responded to him.
Barbarian warriors can fight to the death regardless of the reason, but barbarian women are not so innocent.
They knew that the disaster was caused by this man.
Although even without Zhou Fei, the barbarians still have to fight the temple and the Seven Kingdoms, but they will definitely not be as tragic as they are now, and they will not see the slightest hope as they are now.
But taking in Zhou Fei was the opinion of the elders and the young master, and even if these women were not angry, they couldn't change much.
The only thing they can do is ignore it.
Zhou Fei returned to the tent with a dull look, and an old woman also happened to walk out of the tent. She was here to deliver food.
At first, Zhou Fei was worried that the old woman would be poisoned by the meal, but later found out that he was suspicious.
Ling Zhaoyan was wrapped in a thick sheepskin jacket. There was still a bonfire in the tent. The indoor temperature might have exceeded sixty degrees, but Ling Zhaoyan was still shivering in the cold.
This kind of heat had no effect on Zhou Fei, he walked over and touched Ling Zhaoyan's forehead.
Like a piece of ice.
Then he unbuttoned his clothes, pressed Ling Zhaoyan's hands on his chest, and used his body temperature to ward off the cold.
Ling Zhaoyan said: "The lady just told me that her son is also on the front line."
Zhou Fei said.
"She said her son will not come back." Ling Zhaoyan said.
Zhou Fei said: "The war must be deadly."
"If I don't come, maybe his son doesn't have to die." Ling Zhaoyan looked at Zhou Fei: "Her son is only fifteen years old."
"A barbarian can be on the battlefield at the age of twelve, and he is already a good soldier at the age of fifteen." Zhou Fei said indifferently: "It's better to care about yourself."
Ling Zhaoyan said: "I can't get better with Zhou Fei."
"Nonsense." Zhou Fei got into the sheepskin jacket and hugged Ling Zhaoyan. Even if he was not very resistant to the cold, but suddenly encountering such a cold body, he still got goose bumps.
"We still have a place to go." Zhou Fei touched Ling Zhaoyan's face, "Do you know Xinggong Pavilion? It's the one from Atami. The name Atami is very hot when you hear it, and it suits your life. And I The mother is the pavilion master of Xinggong Pavilion. Although she is the predecessor, logically speaking, I am also the young master of Xinggong Pavilion. I, the young master, shouldn't wait for me when I go back
Ling Zhaoyan knew that Zhou Fei was comforting her. Zhou Fei had used this botched excuse many times. Ling Zhaoyan had not dismantled him before, but today Ling Zhaoyan is not going to continue to "pretend" anymore.
"Zhou Fei, I'm tired." Ling Zhaoyan said.
Zhou Fei's voice stopped abruptly.
He looked at Ling Zhaoyan, and saw deep fatigue and guilt in her eyes.
"Wait another two days, okay?" Zhou Fei said, "We have to give Feng Jianche an explanation."
Ling Zhaoyan closed her eyes and sighed long.
Two days passed quickly.
The barbarian warrior who set out before was half dead.
A list of the dead was sent back from the front.
The list is so long that it hung at the entrance of the tribe.
The list is full of people, and these women are looking for the names of their husbands, sons, or brothers.
Soon, crying sounded.
Barbarians seldom cry. In the eyes of the Central Plains countries, barbarians are stones on the grassland, cold and hard, without emotion.
But the barbarians at this moment are no different from the people of the Central Plains.
Faced with the death of their loved ones, they will also be sad and cry.
Their hearts and livers are also made of meat.
Zhou Fei supported Ling Zhaoyan at the entrance of the tent, watching this scene silently.
Ling Zhaoyanxu clenched his fists to his mouth, coughing constantly.
Soon, she began to vomit blood.
Zhou Fei hurriedly helped her sit down, Yun Gong protected her from the cold.
But this time it didn't work at all.
The blood stops at all
Constantly, Ling Zhaoyan's eyes were painful, and his left hand clung to Zhou Fei's forearm, "I want to go home, Zhou Fei, take me home."
Zhou Fei felt his eyes swell and his nose sore. He nodded vigorously, "Okay, let's go home."
The corners of Ling Zhaoyan's mouth lifted hard, and she was smiling hard.
Then, passed out.
Zhou Fei's tears welled up.
At this time, he saw a pair of feet appear in front of him, and when he raised his head, he saw Feng Jianche's face.
"The end of the barbarians is here." Feng Jianche said: "We all lost."
Zhou Fei said, "What do you want to hear from me? I'm sorry?"
"No." Feng Jianche said: "This is my decision, it has nothing to do with you. The bet is my own, but I overestimated my ability to bear it."
Zhou Fei said: "In fact, the time for despair is not yet reached."
Feng Jianche said: "The ten thousand people before were already our last fighting power. Now there are no warriors in the tribe. We can't send children under ten on the battlefield. I always want to leave something for the barbarians. ."
Zhou Fei gently wiped the blood from the corner of Ling Zhaoyan's mouth: "I will go."
"You can't go there either." Feng Jianche said: "If you leave, wouldn't our sacrifice become a joke?"
Zhou Fei said, "Only the barbarians can leave blood. This is the price I should bear and my bet."
Feng Jianche was silent for a long time, and then laughed: "We are all people abandoned by the heavens. There is really no reason to dislike each other."
Zhou Fei said: "Yes, this heaven has never pityed us."
Feng Jianche raised his head and cursed fiercely: "God is the thief of the dog day."
Zhou Fei said, "Is there any wine?"
Feng Jianche shouted, and soon someone brought a jug of wine.
Zhou Fei smiled: "There won't be any *** in it, right."
Feng Jianche took a sip without saying a word, and then handed it to Zhou Fei.
Zhou Fei took it and swallowed, drank a third of it in one breath before stopping. His neckline and chest were soaked in wine, and his face was a little red: "Cool."
Feng Jianche said, "Is there anything I need to do?"
"Get a carriage. The horse uses the one I brought before. It's a top-notch horse." Zhou Fei said, "Zhaoyan, you can't ride a horse anymore."
(End of this chapter)