Ganquan—the roaster’s cousin, Tulukota of the Terdun tribe—doesn’t know yet that the Tartai tribe has been completely wiped out.

Ganquan didn't even know that most of the nearly a thousand horses in Tartai had been abducted by cunning two-legged people using their estrus horses, Qingshui and Maimiao.

Compared to the Tartai tribe, which was attacked head-on, the Ganquan tribe's attack into Lower Tiefeng County was effortless, because the upper reaches of the Dajiao River were completely undefended.

But Gan Quan also has Gan Quan's troubles - he can't find anyone.

Following the stream that merged into the Big Horn River upstream, Ganquan soon found the first village. Continuing down the road, they found the first town.

But there is lifelessness everywhere, all the houses have been abandoned, all the belongings have been taken away, no dogs can be heard, no people can be seen, the empty villages and towns are so quiet that it is terrifying.

Hong Lingyu from Ganquan Department was all a new generation in their early twenties. They had never seen such a battle before and were immediately at a loss.

"Bawei, you serve my grandfather." Gan Quan called the old slave: "Tell me, what should I do?"

[Note: Ganquan’s grandfather is the father of the roaster]

"The Platuan people cannot migrate like other tribes." The old slave [bald tail] held the rosary beads and drooped his eyelids: "They just hid."

"Where is it hiding?!" Young Hong Lingyu [Qing Ma]'s triangular eyes flashed fiercely.

The old slave Tuwei did not answer directly, but looked at the boots of the leader Ganquan: "You can find moist, loose, and darker soil inside and outside the village."

"Why?"

"It is impossible for farmers to take away all the food and property and bury it nearby."

The leader ordered the men to search around, and soon found some clues in the courtyard, under the cowshed, and among the fields.

Without shovels, the Terdun people used hand planers and wooden boards to dig out all the dark cellars that had not been carefully hidden.

The dark cellar contained mostly grain, but also farm tools, ironware, bottles and cans, cloth... all the items that farmers could not take away in time were buried in it.

Everyone in the Ganquan tribe was smiling and ecstatic.

A group of Terdun people first made dough and baked naan, and had a delicious meal. Then they were ready to work hard, as if they were digging three feet into the ground.

Everyone was happy, but Ganquan became increasingly dissatisfied.

Seeing the tribesmen quarreling and even fighting over a roll of linen, a plate, and a kitchen knife, the anger in Ganquan's heart grew stronger and stronger.

For the poor Terton people, a nail, a straw mat are all good, even the things that the Platons are too lazy to bury are also good.

But Ganquan wanted more than that.

"Hey... look what is this?" Shi Jian shouted and ran to Ganquan, carefully holding something in his hands: "I have never seen this treasure! It looks like a stone, but it is mixed with water.

Same! Transparent!”

The object held by the stone arrow is one foot square, crystal clear, and the surface is as smooth and delicate as porcelain. It looks like crystal, but it doesn't quite look like it.

"What is this?" Qing Ma came over in surprise and carefully reached out to touch it: "Where did it come from?"

"There is a big tent in the south. I removed it from the wall of the house."

"This is glass." The bald old slave lowered his eyelids, his eyes as dim as dry wells: "The two-legged people call it [common language] glass."

The pronunciation of Old Slave Baldtail's Common Tongue is a bit awkward, probably because he hasn't spoken it in many years.

"Liu Li?" Shi Jian exclaimed, "Shouldn't Liu Li be colored?"

"I have never seen such transparent and smooth glass." The old slave said hoarsely with a bald tail: "It should be a very precious thing that can be dedicated to the fire-warmer."

"Very precious?!" Shi Jian smiled brightly: "There's an entire wall in that big tent! I'm going to tear it all down right now."

"Okay!" Qingma said happily, "I'll go too."

With a livid face, Gan Quan grabbed the glass plate from Shi Jian's hand and smashed it to the ground.

The glass panel hit the stone and shattered into pieces.

Shi Jian's expression changed from shock to sadness. He knelt on the ground, picked up a shard of glass, and asked Gan Quan: "What are you doing?"

"This is what two-legged people use to build walls!" Gan Quan pushed the stone arrow away, his scarred face was particularly ferocious, and he shouted: "You are still holding it as a treasure!"

Shi Jian and Qing Ma were shocked by Gan Quan's actions and froze in place.

The green horse's triangular eyes were downcast, and he said consolingly: "Isn't it great that you and I have plundered so much food and property, which is easier than roping a horse?"

"Where's the best?" Gan Quan glared at Qingma fiercely: "What the Two-legged people left behind are things they didn't care to take away! They took away the fattest meat and left behind a pile of rotten bones. You can't wait for it.

Suck it like a treasure!"

"Why do you say that?" Shi Jian asked back: "Isn't food and black money very good?"

[Note: Iron can be used as currency in the wasteland, so the Hud people call it black money]

"Then don't you want slaves? Don't you want women? Don't you want gold and silver?" Gan Quan was furious: "Is this enough to satisfy you now? Don't you give the captured wealth to the slaves?"

Yan, how much can you and I have left after offering it to those who keep it warm?"

Qing Ma and Shi Jian gradually understood what Gan Quan meant, and the two stopped talking.

The old slave's bald-tailed expression was unimpressed. He pressed his chest and saluted, and asked Ganquan: "Kota, isn't the current harvest enough?"

"Not enough!" Gan Quan shouted: "Far from enough!"

"What does Kota want?"

"Slaves! Gold and silver! More wealth!"

"What happens after you get these?" The old slave Baldy raised his head and looked into Gan Quan's eyes.

Gan Quan was stared at so weakly that he scolded: "You old slave! What's your intention?"

"Then burn the village." The old slave bowed his head with a bald tail: "Divide the people into two groups, hide the small group, set fire to the large group and pretend to retreat. Wait for the two-legged people to come back to put out the fire, and then follow them.

Just like hunting, you can find the hiding place of your prey by following the animal trails."

When Qing Ma and Shi Jian heard this, their eyes lit up.

After thinking for a moment, Gan Quan decided to follow the old slave's bald-tail method.

More than a hundred tribesmen were divided into two wings.

More than seventy cavalry on the left wing, led by Qingma and Shijian, took most of the horses and trophies, set fire to them and left with great fanfare.

More than thirty cavalrymen on the right wing were led by Gan Quan himself and hid in the mountain col near the village. Only a few hidden whistles were left on the hillside to blow horns as trumpets.

The materials of the Palatuan people's villages were mainly grass and trees, and the fire burned quickly. It didn't take long for the entire village to be swallowed up by the sea of ​​flames.

Black smoke shot straight into the sky and could be seen more than ten kilometers away.

Sweet spring is like a hunter who has laid a trap, waiting patiently.

waiting……

Wait...

It was not until the farmhouse was burned to the ground that the fire subsided and finally went out on its own, and no whistle was heard.

Gan Quan could barely hold back, but Qing Ma and Shi Jian couldn't bear it anymore. They sent riders to ask about the situation, but Gan Quan got scolded.

After venting his anger on the messenger, Ganquan approached the old slave Tuwei and asked, "What do you think we should do about the idea you came up with?"

The bald-tailed old slave shook his head: "The leader of the two-legged men in this village has a very strong will."

"Strong will?" Gan Quan gritted his teeth and said viciously: "Then burn the woods! I don't believe I can't force him out!"

The bald old slave twirled his rosary: ​​"Set fire to the forest is another way."

"burn!"

"I'm going to prepare the fire."

On the contrary, Gan Quan was a little hesitant: "Are you sure this method can force the two-legged man out?"

"Not sure, this is Cota's method." The old slave Tuwei struggled to open his dim eyes and asked: "Does Cota want a living slave or a dead slave?"

Gan Quan stared: "What do you mean?"

"Fire is the power of the gods and cannot be controlled by mortals. If you set fire to the forest, you may be burned alive before the two-legged man can escape."

"What should we do?"

The old slave Tuwei said calmly: "There are other villages here. If this village can endure it, the next village may not be able to. Kota can burn them one by one."

Gan Quan thought about it, but still couldn't make up his mind.

"It is not impossible to set fire to the forest." The old slave looked at the toes of Ganquan's boots with his bald tail: "But has Kota ever thought about the young birds and animals, and the chicks will all be burned to death? No matter what the reason is, if you start a fire rashly, your soul will be destroyed.

He will have to wander in the wasteland for a hundred years before he is accepted by all spirits again."

Gan Quan was very unwilling: "Then I came to this village once and didn't capture anything?"

"Didn't Kota get a lot of things?"

"What kind of plunder are broken objects?" Gan Quan was furious.

The old slave, with his bald tail, lowered his head: "Then please keep waiting here, Kota. It's freezing cold today, and people with two legs are not as tough as other tribesmen. Sooner or later, they have to light a fire to stay warm and cook food. Kota has set up a sentry post at a high place to watch.

Wherever there is smoke rising from the kitchen, look for it."

"What if it still doesn't work?"
To be continued...