Although Winters was able to move freely, Eerlun still accompanied him, even more inseparable than before.

"I'm willing to talk to you in this tent." Eerlun said so, and she looked a little sad: "Everyone in the camp, alas, they don't want to listen to me, and they don't need to listen to me."

The herdsmen have already scattered their own lives with their livestock, probably because the grassland can accommodate only a limited number of livestock spirits.

But the camps remained in operation, with many people, tents and livestock staying here, all of whom were the private property of Eerlun.

Bai Shi's wife and her children died in war in the early years, and now their children are still young.

As Bai Shi's younger sister, Eerlun naturally took charge of part of the old camp. Bai Shi also loved her sister and distributed her many people, slaves and groups of animals.

So Eerlun is the hostess of this camp.

But she had been away from the wasteland for a whole decade. In the Red Pine Manor, she was Mrs. Kalman's personal maid. In the Chihe tribe, she suddenly became the master of an Ordo.

Not to mention that the tribes are not adapted, even Eerlun himself is not adapted. It is inevitable that the servants and servants will bully their masters.

"I don't understand the Hurd society." Winters thought for a while and said in a pondering manner: "But I see that when the tribe migrates, they will pull out camps, walk, and camp every day, which is actually no different from marching and fighting. The army attaches the most importance to rewards and punishments. If you do well, you will be rewarded and whipped with a whip."

Eerlun shook his head repeatedly and whispered: "How dare I whip people with a whip?"

Winters said calmly: "Don't do it yourself, just assign others to implement it. But there must be rules and fairness."

"I..." Eerlun's eyes were red, and he wanted to speak but stopped: "Oh..."

The little lion ran into the felt tent and interrupted the conversation between the two.

He winked and asked Winters: "I heard from Bell that they call you [Wolf Blood]?"

Bell and Lion Lion are of the same age and have some similar experiences, so they are very good at chatting.

Eerlun wiped his tears and turned around and walked out of the felt tent.

Winters sighed and left the felt tent with his cane.

"Eerlun? Badu? Why are you two leaving?" The little lion turned around and smiled and asked Charles: "Why do you call him a wolf? Wolf is not a good word!"

Charles, who had just pretended to be deaf and dumb, asked back: "A wolf is a bad word? Don't you worship wolf?"

The little lion said angrily: "That is the slander of the tribes by outsiders! The wolf is greedy and vicious, how can it worship wolves? We praise people with words such as eagles, stags, horses, and mastiffs. Have you ever seen people using wolves? Only when cursing people, they will use wolf cubs. All the tribes will beat them when they see wolves."

The little lion smiled and asked Charles: "But Badu, he happily accepted the nickname [Wolf Blood]? Who is worshiping the wolf? Are you or us?"

Shire was speechless, and he muttered, "My brother was not 'happy' either..."

"Then why do you call him [Wolf Blood]?"

Charles said helplessly: "Because my brother's previous nickname was even more ugly."

"What? There is still this?" the little lion became interested and surrounded Charles and asked, "Tell me quickly."

...

It was also the little lion's mouth that was inspired. He said that the wolf was bad during the day, but the wolf would come at night.

In the middle of the night, there was a sudden commotion in Erlun's camp.

Someone beat the gong and shouted desperately: "[Hedd] The wolf is in the circle! The wolf is here!"

The men were startled in their sleep and rushed out of the felt tent with maces.

Winters, who was awakened, frowned and leaned on a cane to walk out.

When Shire, who was sleepy and frowning, he instantly lost all sleepiness when he saw this scene. He hurriedly stopped Winters: "Brother, your injury has not healed yet! Don't go!"

Winters walked to the camp without saying a word.

The wolf jumped into the sheep pen and wanted to have a full meal, but was frightened by the herdsmen and ran towards the distance.

The men in the camp got on horseback, shouting at each other, waving the mace to chase them out.

The sound of horse hooves gradually faded away, and the camp returned to tranquility.

The left-behind women lit torches and were busy counting the flock.

Two ewes pregnant with lambs were scared to have miscarriages, and several sheep were bitten to their necks.

Men come back one by one, either return empty-handed or with injuries - it is dangerous to run horses at night.

Eerlun was searching hard among the crowd, and when he saw someone, he asked, "Did you see Badu?"

Everyone shook their heads.

More and more people came back, except Paratubadu.

Finally, the little lion came back.

Eerlun rushed forward, grabbed his brother's arm hard, and asked with tears in his eyes: "Did you see him?"

The little lion shook his head.

Eerlun seemed to have been drained of all his strength in an instant, and fell softly on the ground.

"Let's go." The little lion wanted to help her sister up.

Eerlun just stared blankly at the direction where the man disappeared and refused to leave.

The little lion had no choice but to light a bonfire next to her sister and accompany her.

The night gradually faded away, and Eerlun's tears had dried up.

When it was dawn, the little lion dragged his sister up: "Let's go, he won't come back!"

Suddenly, a rider appeared on the horizon.

The rider walked slowly, but he was indeed heading towards the camp.

Eerlun's tears flowed out uncontrollably.

The rider was getting closer and closer, and the sky was getting brighter and brighter.

The people in the camp then saw the invitation. The rider was carrying two wolf corpses on his horse.

"Badu! Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo!" Everyone waved their hands and swayed their clothes and hats, and slapped their chests and cheered.

But Eerlun left silently. She returned to her felt tent and took out a set of clothes from under the wooden box.

It was a uniform of an Army Officer Academy cadet, and she had carefully stitched every damage on it.

Eerlun hugged this old military uniform and cried bitterly.

...

The next day after the wolf attacked, the White Lion sent someone to invite Winters.

At the White Lion's camp, Winters met the monk Reed who had recently seen the dragon's head but not the tail.

Monk Reed has completely changed his appearance.

The former monk Reed would make you involuntarily ignore his thin arms, drooping skin, snow-white hair and vicissitudes of face.

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At this moment, monk Reed was just an old man who had exhausted his energy.

He was still the same, but he was extremely weak, and every breath seemed to be spitting out vitality.

His face also became dark, with only a pair of eyes still a little bright.

He lived hard, as if to see Winters for the last time.

Winters' forehead bulged with blue veins, and he grabbed the white lion's collar: "What did you do?"

The white lion just shook his head.

"Hey! You kid, cough." Monk Reed sneered and scolded: "What are you doing?"

Winters then let go of his hand.

"Will I not know when I was?" Friar Reed called Winters with great difficulty: "I asked you to come here for the last meeting. Come over and sit next to me."

Winters sat obediently over.

Monk Reed now seems to have to spend a lot of energy even speaking: "I want you to come, and I want you to do something for me."

"Just say it."

Monk Reed chuckled and said, "You have to do this. Come and shave my hair. I will save people all my life. When I am here, someone will save me. Good."

Winters had never been a barber, he only shaved his beard.

But he did not refuse the request of monk Reed. He simply took the razor and shaved his head in the felt tent, both old and young.

Two months of carving practice have made Winters more precise in mastering strength.

He was very careful and did not leave any wounds on Monk Reed's wrinkled skin.

Monk Reed's silver-white hair fell like snow, and one round scald after another was exposed.

"I actually have nothing to tell you." Monk Reed closed his eyes and said slowly, "It's only a little bit. You little guy, stand too short and look too close, especially don't hesitate to do anything."

Winters stood silently behind Monk Reed, carefully controlling the strength of the razor, and continued to shave his hair bit by bit.

"If you don't think about what will happen a hundred years later, you can't even guarantee what will happen a decade later. If you don't think about the entire chessboard, you can't even occupy a corner of the chessboard."
To be continued...