The rain fell harder, and transparent raindrops the size of thumbs fell down all over the face, making a "snap" sound when they hit the ground.
The mud on the ground was already more than a foot thick. The carts in the team were struggling to move forward in the mud. The large animals pulling the carts kept making low gasping sounds. Sometimes, after taking two steps forward, they would be dragged backward by the heavy carts. Take a big step back.
Ji Hao stood on the roof of the carriage, looked at the thick rain clouds in the sky, and then looked at the team that was stuck in the mud and moving slower and slower. He waved his hands to the sky, and a fireball the size of a human head shot into the sky. It rose up and exploded several miles above the ground.
The loud noise spread for hundreds of miles. Ji Hao used his magic power and his voice spread far away like a dragon's roar: "Set up camp and rest, quickly make ginger soup to ward off the cold. Especially women and children, please put them in place first! Patrol team, Be on strict alert!"
The men, women, and children in the migration team exhaled at the same time. The powerful little witches and big witches were naturally not afraid of such heavy rain, but ordinary civilians and those children were already stiff and breathless from the cold rain.
The baggage bundled on the cart was untied, a large number of wooden poles and bamboo poles stood up, and the huge tent was quickly set up. Ditches for drainage were dug around the tent, and witchcraft was used to dry the ground inside the tent until it was hard and strong. A comfortable tent that could shelter from the wind and rain was quickly formed.
Under the opened curtains, huge bonfires were burning, huge earthen jars were filled with rainwater, and large pieces of old ginger, wild onions and some herbs that could ward off the cold were thrown into the jars. Add some pieces of meat, bones and food, and it will quickly become rich and fragrant.
Ji Hao stood on the roof of the cart and looked around. Tens of thousands of large and small tents were erected in the huge migration team, and all the women and children were arranged immediately.
The young men were struggling in the rain to build fences and drive the large animals into the makeshift animal pens.
Patrol teams were coming and going more and more frequently, and wizards seconded by the Witch Palace were performing witchcraft around the campsite, cracking the ground and laying trenches. The bottom of the trench, which is twenty feet wide and a hundred feet deep, is densely covered with rugged and sharp rocks, making it impossible for ordinary beasts and attackers to get close to the camp.
The components pre-ordered in Pusaka were taken out, and the craftsmen in the camp banged for a while, and hundreds of arrow towers up to a hundred feet high stood all over the camp. Hundreds of archer sentries climbed up to the arrow tower, eating dry food and looking around vigilantly.
The sound of heavy footsteps was heard, and Yu Mu covered his head with his big iron pot and ran towards this side with long strides.
This guy was getting fatter and fatter, and his heavy footsteps landed on the ground, like a bomb, exploding into mud and splashing everywhere. With a 'pop' sound, Yu Mu quickly ran to the side of the cart, shook his body violently, and was covered with flesh. Rolling over, rain splashed all over his body.
"Ji Hao, there is movement ahead! Feng Xing has already led people there!"
"Is there any excitement?" Manman was so excited that she half-drilled out of the car window. Without waiting for Yu Mu to answer, she jumped out of the car window, carrying two sledgehammers and walking towards the front of the team. Running away.
With a 'whoosh', Manman ran quickly, like a tyrannosaurus running through the rain curtain, leaving a clear trail of a hundred feet long behind her.
"Shao Si, Tai Si, you stay in the camp and keep an eye on it!" Ji Hao patted the roof of the cart hard, and a cloud of water rose up under his feet, supporting his body and speeding forward quickly.
Zhamu, who had already switched his allegiance to Ji Hao, let out a loud roar and quickly summoned several patrol teams, gathering more than two thousand people, riding war beasts and following closely behind Ji Hao. Every time he ran through a section of the road, Zhamu would roar loudly, and the soldiers in the camp became more energetic.
When Feng Xing was exploring the outpost, a dozen men and women came running over in confusion. Before they could get closer, Feng Xing opened his long bow and shot out three arrows in a row, sinking deeply into the ground three feet away from the feet of the man in front.
"Don't come close! Are you an enemy or a friend? This is Yao Bo's team. Do you want to attack Lord Yao Bo?" Feng Xing yelled loudly, and the Qingqi behind him had already drawn their spears and were waiting seriously.
Ji Hao offended many people in Puban, especially when he beat Wuzhiqi severely at the celebration banquet. Who knows what that ferocious monkey would do
So along the way, except for Ji Hao, Abao, Manman and Taisi, everyone in the team was on tenterhooks and would react excessively to the slightest disturbance.
A dozen men and women had turned pale as they ran away. They were frightened by the arrows shot by Feng Xing. They stumbled and fell into the mud. A man rolled on the ground a few times, covered in mud, and finally raised his head in embarrassment and screamed:
"Help, help! Oh my God, where are they from our tribe? They are more ferocious than the most ferocious evil spirits!"
"Sir, save our people! Save us!"
A group of men and women were wailing at the top of their lungs, crying incoherently for Feng Xing to save his life.
Feng Xing quickly sent an early warning signal to the rear, his eyes flashing with green light as he looked at these people warily. The strength of the dozen or so men and women was not high, and the strongest one, a middle-aged man, was at the first or second level of the Little Witch Realm.
Listening carefully, the strong wind howled by, and there was a faint cyan whirlpool beside Feng Xing's ears. The mysterious power in his blood was stimulated. Even in the storm, Feng Xing could still clearly hear any movement within more than ten miles nearby.
There was the sound of wind, rain, and the 'splat' of small beasts running through the mud, but other than that, there was nothing out of the ordinary.
"Who are you? What happened?" Holding the long bow tightly, Feng Xing held an arrow between his fingers and pointed at the strongest middle-aged man.
"Sir, we are Qibo's people! Our clan leader is Qibo's youngest son. In this battle, our clan leader and all the powerful warriors in the clan were killed. Now our clan leader's brothers want to kill our young man. Chief, we want to divide our tribe and territory!"
Feng Xing's face became very strange. His brother died in the battle. The brothers gathered together to kill his brother's heir and divide his brother's clan and territory? This kind of thing is not uncommon in the Middle Continent World and the Four Wilderness Continent!
But Pusaka, Pusaka, the core of human rule, is a place that requires some reasoning. This is the first time Fengxing has heard of such a thing happening around Pusaka!
"It's not that far from Pusaka!" Feng Xing's eyes suddenly flashed with green light: "How many clansmen do you have?"
The middle-aged man spread his hands and said bitterly: "Sir, we are divided into nine tribes with thirty-seven villages. There are more than 1.2 million people in our tribe!"
Feng Xing's eyelids trembled and he looked back.
The light cavalry warriors behind him were breathing heavily.
(End of chapter)