Mt.
Osan is the location of the Mt.
Band, a mountain range that stretches for thousands of miles and is extremely rich in metal minerals.
Filled with the pungent smell of metal slag, in the dimly lit stone house, sitting around the dark fire pit, Tie Shan, the patriarch of the Wushan tribe, cut off a piece of fat and greasy animal meat and handed it to Yu Mu.
Ji Hao sat by the fire, holding a large wooden water cup and drinking steaming tea soup, he smiled and looked at Yu Mu, who was swallowing beast meat, and said happily: "Patriarch Tieshan, when are we leaving?"
Tie Shan stuck the sharp dagger on the barbecue rack, looked Ji Hao up and down with a blazing gaze in his sunken eyes, and said in a rumbling voice: "As soon as the sun comes out tomorrow, we will set off."
Distinguished guests from the Witch Palace, we hope that this time we will open up a new territory in the Wushan Tribe, and the casualties of our clansmen will not exceed 5,000, and this will be considered your completion of the task. ” Ji Hao bowed to Tie Shan seriously: "Don't worry, since we have taken over this task, we will definitely do our best to complete it." ” Tie Shan nodded in satisfaction and stroked his long yellow and white beard vigorously.
The overall strength of the Wushan tribe is not strong, they are just a small tribe split from their own family five hundred years ago, and they have been recuperating for hundreds of years, and their total population is now less than 200,000 people.
This time, I was able to make up my mind to divide 30,000 people to open up a new territory, but the attraction of those three tungsten steel mines was too great.
All the great witches of the Wushan tribe together are only fifteen, and they are more focused on forging witchcraft than are good at fighting.
This time to open up a new territory, Tie Shan and a group of elders have been planning for a long time, and there is only one great witch in the clan who can draw out.
Therefore, whether the success of opening up new territories and building new villages this time depends on the efforts of Ji Hao and his party.
After a night of silence, except for the curious sneak to the foundry in the Wushan Division, and learn how to hammer a foundry table into a big pit with a hammer, almost destroying half of the foundry, it didn't cause much trouble.
However, the brutal and inadvertent hammer made Tieshan and other high-level officials of the Wushan Department full of confidence in opening up new territories this time.
The most powerful witch in their clan.
You can't destroy that casting table with a hammer The barbarians are stronger than the most powerful witches in their Wushan Tribe As soon as the sun rose, Ji Hao and the others rode on the back of the Panjiao Bull prepared by the Wushan Department and stood at the forefront of the Wushan Army.
The old witch priest of the Wushan tribe waved an ancestral witch staff made of bones, and stood at the gate of the tribe and danced a dance to pray to the gods.
A blessing mantra was sung.
A group of warriors from the Wushan tribe grabbed the struggling beasts, pressed them down at the gate and slashed them one by one, staining the land at the gate of the tribe red with the blood of the beasts.
The Wushan tribesmen, who were in charge of opening up the new territory, knelt down one after another, bowed to the gate of the tribe, and pressed their foreheads against the ground.
They echoed the prayers of the old witch priests.
An old ballad of blessing was sung.
Some of the old people in the team were in tears, reluctantly looking at the houses and people of the tribe.
This is the homeland where they have lived all their lives, but they must follow the decision of the tribe and lead the tribe to open up new territory for the tribe and open up new living space.
Ji Hao sat on the Panjiao bull, listening to the long blessing mantra of the old witch sacrifice, only to feel that the hairs on his body stood up, and a large number of goosebumps suddenly appeared on his body.
He remembered, for countless years, in this fertile land.
The ancestors of the human race, like today's Wushan tribe, developed from a small tribe, and when the tribe multiplied and grew, they divided a tribe to open up new territories in the distance.
One after another, new tribes were established, and the originally wild land was transformed into fertile land for living and working in peace and contentment under the industrious hands of these human ancestors.
The bloodline of the human race is gradually multiplying and spreading in such continuous division and continuous development.
When the old witch's incantation dissipated in the wind, several knelt on the ground.
The oldest, gray-haired old man who could not even walk, stood up tremblingly and raised the wand in his hand.
"Children, let's go," cried one of the tallest old men, "Remember."
Wushan will always be our hometown.
Now, let's go" The sound of mooing was endless, and tens of thousands of horned bulls carried a large amount of supplies and stepped forward.
These big guys, who are several feet long and strong, but extremely obedient, lined up in a neat queue, and kept echoing one long howl after another.
Most of the 30,000 tribesmen of the Wushan tribe rode on the backs of Panjiao bulls, and only one was a strong one.
A team of less than 1,000 warriors rode iron-toothed leopards to and fro on both sides of the team, ensuring that not a single horned bull would be left behind.
Ji Hao patted the head of the panjiao bull under the seat hard, and shouted loudly: "Hoo, big guy, let's go" This extraordinarily strong bull, standing up more than two feet high, the horned brute bull snorted towards the sky, and the thick and powerful leg of the bull stomped the ground fiercely, spreading his pace and walking forward quickly.
In the village of Wushanbu, the long sound of bull horns sounded, and there was a low drum sound.
Several witch priests from the Wushan tribe stood on the parapet wall at the gate, holding up white spirit flags with both hands, and slowly waved towards the team.
In this era, any reclamation is a risk with their lives, even with the help of Ji Hao and others, the clansmen of the Wushan tribe have already regarded these distant clansmen as dead.
The spirit flag is in the chair in the wind, which is telling the people who have traveled far away that if they die outside, then they must follow the guidance of the spirit flag and return to Wushan thousands of miles away The herd of cattle spread out and began to run in small steps, these guys are majestic and huge, and their physical strength is long and almost endless, they can run more than 300 miles in an hour, even in the mountains, they can climb over the mountains and forests as if they were walking on the ground, and they can also run more than 200 miles in an hour.
The sun had just risen, and at noon, the group had already left the Wushan Mountains and came to the plains outside the mountains.
Lao Tieyan, the minister of Wushan who was in charge of leading this team, gave an order, and the long procession that stretched for more than twenty miles stopped next to an apricot.
The tribesmen of the Wushan tribe jumped off the Panjiao bull, set up a bonfire, and began to make a fire for cooking.
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Ji Hao rode on the crow and flew into the air to look around, to prevent a herd of beasts from impacting the migrating team.
Feng Xing also stood on the back of the crow father, holding a crude longbow and looking left and right, cooperating with Ji Hao to patrol the surroundings.
After leaving Wushan, the strings in Ji Hao's hearts tightened. sjgsf0916: