Wushan is where the Wushan tribe is located. This is a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles and is extremely rich in metal minerals.
Filled with the pungent smell of metal slag, sitting around the dark fire pit in a dimly lit stone house, Tieshan, the leader of the Wushan tribe, cut off a piece of greasy animal meat and handed it to Yu Mu.
Ji Hao sat cross-legged by the fire pit, holding a large wooden water cup and drinking steaming tea soup. He smiled at Yu Mu who was devouring the beast meat, and said happily: "Chief Tieshan, when do we set off?"
Tieshan inserted the sharp dagger into the barbecue rack, looked Ji Hao up and down with piercing eyes in his sunken eyes, and said in a rumble: "As soon as the sun rises tomorrow, we will set off. The noble man from the Witch Palace Guest, we hope that this time when our Wushan Tribe opens up new territory, the number of casualties among our clan members will not exceed 5,000, which means you have completed your mission."
Ji Hao bowed to Tieshan seriously and said, "Don't worry, since we have accepted this task, we will definitely complete it with all our strength."
Tieshan nodded with satisfaction and stroked his long yellow-white beard vigorously.
The overall strength of the Wushan tribe is not strong. They are just a small tribe that split from the main family five hundred years ago. After hundreds of years of recuperation, their total population is now less than 200,000. This time I was able to make up my mind to allocate 30,000 people to open up a new territory. The three tungsten steel mines were really attractive.
All the great witches in the Wushan tribe together only number fifteen, and they focus more on casting witchcraft weapons and are not good at fighting. Tieshan and a group of elders had been planning for a long time to open up a new territory this time, and there was only one great wizard in the clan who could spare his time.
Therefore, the success of opening up new territories and building new villages this time depends on the efforts of Ji Hao and his team.
There was nothing to say all night, except that I wandered over to the foundry of Wushanbu out of curiosity, and imitated others in blacksmithing and hammered a casting platform into a big hole, almost destroying half of the foundry. Nothing happened. Too much trouble.
However, Manman's inadvertent blow made Tieshan and other senior officials of the Wushan tribe full of confidence in opening up new territory this time. Even the most powerful wizard in their clan couldn't destroy the casting platform with just one hammer!
Manman is stronger than the most powerful shaman of their Wushan tribe!
As soon as the sun rose, Ji Hao and others rode on the backs of the pan-horned bulls prepared by the Wushan tribe and stood at the front of the Wushan tribe's team.
The old shaman priest of the Wushan tribe waved the ancestral witch stick made of bones, stood at the gate of the tribe, danced to pray to gods, and sang blessing incantations. A group of warriors from the Wushan tribe grabbed the struggling beasts, pinned them down at the gate and killed them one by one, dyeing the ground at the gate of the tribe red with animal blood.
The people of the Wushan tribe who were responsible for opening up the new territory knelt down one after another, bowed to the gate of the tribe, and pressed their foreheads hard against the ground.
They echoed the prayers of the old witch and sang ancient songs for blessing.
Some old people in the team burst into tears, looking at the tribal houses and people with reluctance. This is the homeland where they have lived all their lives, but they must follow the tribe's decision and lead the tribe to open up new territory and new living space for the tribe.
Ji Hao sat on the pan-horned bull and listened to the long blessing incantation of the old witch priest. He felt that the hairs all over his body stood up, and large goose bumps suddenly appeared on his body.
He remembered that for countless years, on this fertile land, the ancestors of the human race, just like the Wushan tribe today, developed from small tribes one after another. The tribesmen went to distant places to open up new territories.
New tribes were established one after another, and the originally wild land became fertile land for living and working in peace and contentment under the hardworking hands of these human ancestors. The bloodline of the human race gradually multiplied and spread through such continuous division and development.
When the incantation of the Old Witch Sacrifice slowly dissipated in the wind, several people were kneeling on the ground. The oldest old man, who was already gray-haired and even had trouble walking, stood up tremblingly and raised the witch staff high in his hand. .
"Children, let's go!" A tallest old man shouted: "Remember, Wushan will always be our hometown. Now, let's go!"
The cry of "moo" was endless, and tens of thousands of pan-horned bulls took a step forward carrying a huge amount of supplies. These big guys, several feet long, strong, yet extremely obedient, lined up in a neat queue, constantly roaring in response to each other.
Most of the 30,000 Wushan tribe members were riding on the backs of Panjiao bulls. There was only a capable team of less than a thousand warriors riding iron-toothed war leopards, running back and forth on both sides of the team to ensure that there was no There will be a Panjiao bull left behind.
Ji Hao forcefully patted the head of the Pan-horned Bull under the seat, and shouted loudly: "Xuxu, big guy, let's go!"
This extremely powerful bull, standing over two feet tall, snorted toward the sky, kicked the ground hard with its thick and powerful legs, and moved forward quickly. Go.
In the village of Wushan tribe, the long sound of horns sounded, and the sound of deep drums could be heard.
Several Wushan tribe witch priests stood on the guard wall at the gate, holding up white soul-calling flags with both hands, and slowly waved them towards the team.
In this era, any time to open up wasteland is to risk one's life. Even with the help of Ji Hao and others, the Wushan tribe people have regarded these traveling tribesmen as dead people. The soul-calling flags sway in the wind, which tells the tribesmen traveling far away that if they die outside, they must follow the guidance of the soul-calling flags and return to Wushan all the way!
The herd of cattle spread out and began to run in small steps. These guys were majestic and huge, and their physical strength was long and almost endless. They could run more than three hundred miles in an hour. Even in mountainous areas, they climbed over mountains and forests as if they were walking on flat ground. Hours can also travel more than two hundred miles.
We set off when the sun was just rising. At noon, the large group of people had left the Wushan Mountains and arrived at the plains outside the mountains.
Wushan Minister Lao Tieyan, who was in charge of leading this team, gave the order, and the long team that stretched for more than 20 miles stopped beside a small river. The Wushan tribe people jumped off the Panjiao bull, set up a bonfire, and started cooking.
Ji Hao rode on Crow Duke and jumped into the air to look around, taking precautions to be on guard against any herds of beasts attacking the migrating team.
Feng Xing also stood on Ya Gong's back, holding a crude long bow and looking around, cooperating with Ji Hao to inspect the surroundings.
After leaving Wushan, the strings in Ji Hao's and others' hearts tightened.
(End of chapter)