The Murong Shi tribe was wiped out by Cheng Yaojin and others in a nearly perfect raid.
But at the same time, this also represents their whereabouts and is completely exposed to the eyes of the Tuguhun people.
After all, this is a large tribe with more than 10,000 people, which is completely different from the small tribes that Liu Hongji dealt with before.
Those small tribes have few people and have no fixed place to live, and basically follow the water and plants.
Even if they suddenly disappear one day, they will only be considered to have migrated elsewhere in a short period of time and will not attract attention.
But Murong Shi’s tribe is different!
A tribe with more than 10,000 people means that it has a distance or near connection with all the tribes outside!
In addition, the fire that Cheng Yaojin put on before leaving burned for a whole night, burning the entire Ula Valley Lake to a scorched ground!
The thick smoke rising is not very obvious at night, but at dawn, even dozens of miles apart, you can see the huge smoke column that has dyed half of the sky black!
"Look! What's wrong there?"
"What a big smoke! Could it be that there was a fire?"
"It's possible, hey! What a pity, it's going to be over the winter, but after the fire is gone, how can I survive the winter?"
The next day, just as the sky was dawn, a young man from Tuguhun was awakened by the noise around him.
"What's the big morning? Do you want to sleep?"
He scolded him in annoyance, and the young man put on his clothes and walked out of the VIP felt bag of the Setong tribe.
"Murong Young Master Clan."
"Young clan leader."
The Tuguhu people around him standing on tiptoe and looking into the distance saw the young man coming out and quickly greeted with a flattering smile.
The young man, known as the leader of the Murong Young Master, had long been accustomed to the compliments of the people around him. Seeing this, he waved his hand casually and asked, "What's wrong? It's a big quarrel!"
"Reply to the young master!" Seeing this, a smart Tuguhun man quickly bowed his back and leaned forward to point at Yanzhu in the distance and said, "We saw that there seemed to be a fire there, so here..."
"There is a fire? What's the good thing about it?" The young leader of the Murong clan curled his lips and interrupted the man's words.
Now is the season when the weather is dry, and the people of Tuguhun like to light bonfires, so at this time of year, they have to burn a few times. What's so strange about this?
"No, this time, the smoke seems to be a little bigger this time!" The man said that the young master Murong said to the leader of the tribe, and hurriedly pointed to the back for him: "If you don't believe me, look!"
"A group of unknown people! Your Setong tribe is bigger than our tribe!"
The Young Master Murong snorted disdainfully, but finally turned around and looked in the direction the man pointed. He also wanted to see which unlucky tribe was actually leaving the fire at this fork in winter.
Unexpectedly, he turned his head and saw this, and his whole body was stunned immediately. Then, his body began to tremble uncontrollably: "Then, that direction is..."
"Murong Young Master Clan Chief?"
When the people around him saw him staying in place in a daze, they couldn't help but feel curious. They were about to ask, but they saw that the young leader Murong suddenly turned crazy and pushed everyone away, jumped onto a BMW, and galloped away directly!
"Oh! Then, isn't that the direction of our tribe!"
Almost at the same time, a few roars sounded from other places, and then several fast horses rushed out, leaving only a group of unknown people in the Setong tribe looking at each other.
Running all the way!
It took less than half an hour for the distance of dozens of miles, and the Young Master Murong arrived!
When he arrived at this familiar lake, the BMW under him could no longer hold on. With a bend of his front hooves, the whole horse fell out, and dark red blood foam continued to emerge from the horse's mouth.
The horse's lungs exploded and it seemed that it would not survive!
However, at this time, the Young Master Murong didn't care about this BMW at all!
He lay on the ground, his eyes staring in front of him with empty eyes!
This land that he once was extremely familiar with had already become extremely unfamiliar at this time!
I remember that when he left the day before yesterday, it was still a rich place!
The water and grass are abundant, cattle and sheep are in herds, and the tribesmen settle down here and work in peace!
But only one night has passed!
Why did this turn into hell-like scorched earth?
The land in front of you is black!
The lake next to it is also black!
Even the sky above my head was falling in black and gray.
There is an indescribable burnt smell in the air, making it difficult to breathe!
"What's going on? What about my father? Where have the elders in the clan gone?"
Slowly getting up from the ground, the Young Master Murong walked forward in a daze!
The thick ashes under my feet are still hot at this moment!
But he seemed to be unaware of it, and walked forward like a walking corpse!
"Young clan leader..."
Someone was crying nearby!
The leader of the Murong Young Master turned his neck mechanically, but saw several black human-shaped objects that were also smoked and were staggering towards him.
"Chaolu?"
Although the visitor was as smoked as black charcoal, the young master Murong still recognized these people through his voice, and they were his tribe members!
"Young clan leader! Young clan leader, our tribe is completely finished!"
The young man, known as Chaolu, staggered to the side of the young leader Murong. Regardless of the hot ashes, he knelt down with a "thump". Tears gushed out of his dark face, two extremely obvious groove marks rushed out of his dark face.
"What's going on! What's going on!" The young leader of Murong grabbed Chaolu's shoulder, hissing, and shouted: "Who can tell me what's going on here!"
Chaolu was grabbed by the young leader Murong, and his hard nails were almost pierced into his flesh, but he seemed to be unable to feel it, and he continued to cry loudly: "It's over, it's all over now!"
"Bang!"
A loud slap slapped Chaolu hard on the face. The power was so great that he directly slapped this Dushi young man who was almost 200 pounds to the ground!
"Say!" The Young Master Murong took back his slap, stepped forward and grabbed Chaolu's collar, and his twisted face almost touched his face: "Speak quickly! Where is my father! Where are the other people!"
Perhaps he was a little awake by this slap. He blinked his tears at Lu's eyes and said intermittently: "Die, they are all dead, and all the people in the clan are dead!"
"ah!!!"
Although I had already vaguely guessed something in my heart, when this statement was really spoken from others, Young Master Murong was still in a dizzy mood!
Chapter completed!