Chapter 16: Is there anyone who is Worse than Me? (2/2)
”Fu*k——!”
The moon has risen to the treetops, and the square was still very lively. The smell of the barbecue can be smelled from far away.
In the tents, on the roadside, in the squares, there are people everywhere, a man's screams, women's crying, and various sounds intertwined. Tonight is also the continuation of this race family roots.
Unlike the tribes inside the tribe, at the tribal entrances that Yan Mo never saw, there were soldiers who are responsible for the defense look out rotation tonightand they seem to have not been affected by the fiery atmosphere. Everyone has a coldface and a wooden spear. Looking at the front of the tribe and the sky separately.
Yuan Zhan came to the chieftain's tent with Yan Mo.
The curtain of the big tent was open, and the two guards were on the outside of the account. They did not look at Yuan Zhan.
Why a primitive tribes develop such a disciplined army? Why is the male leader of the Red Earth tribe called the patriarch, and the leader of Yuan Tribe is called the chief? Aren't they the same or do they have different in theirmeaning?
Yan Mo can't figure it out, he can only temporarily let go.
Yuan Zhan threw Yan Mo on the ground after he entered.
Yan Mo rolled acircle on the ground, and rolled in his newly cut-off leg injury, so that he couldn't help but lay on the floor and suck up the air and it was freaking painful.
This dog X tribe! Be careful with the priests! When he leaves the tribe, he must revenge against all the grievances and sufferings he has suffered in this tribe.
The big tent is quite wide. In addition to the chiefs and the old priests who are talking, there are also several fighters. Among them are the top tierfighters whose armed forces are only under the Chief, and four other fighters, Yuan Shan. Yuan Diao, the red date male and a young warrior that Yan Mo has never seen before.
After Yuan Zhan came in, he raised his right hand and made a fist. While bowing his head, he smacked it on his left chest against the Chief and the priest. After the greeting was finished, he stood up straight and looked straight ahead without speaking.
Yan Mo found that the soldiers in this big tent stood in the same position as Yuan Zhan, even with similar expressions. Yuan Zhan took him in, and no one even looked at him. The chieftain and the old priest sat cross-legged on a stone platform about one meter high. The stone bench was made of flat stones and covered with thick animal skin.
”Da Zhan.” The chief looked to Yuan Zhan.
Yuan Zhan stepped forward.
”That is your slave?”
”Yes.”
”Where is he from?”
”The remnant of the Salt Mountain tribe.”
”Why hasn'tthe slave mark been stabbed on him?”
”I was out hunting. It will be done tomorrow.”
Yuan Zhan's words are simple, but the chieftain understand, he looked to the side of the old priest Qiu Shi.
Qiu Da Ren nodded and asked: ”Do you know what he can do ?”
”Know.”
”Is this slave a Salt Mountain priest disciple?”
”No.”
Qiu Shi did not ask again. He also met the Salt Mountain priest and his disciples. Looking at the slave, it was not the same person as the disciples he saw.
”I have something to ask your slave.”
”Yes.” Yuan Zhan bent over and grabbed Yan Mo, who was lying on the ground, and dragged him to the stone platform.
Qiu Shi swept his eyes on the injured leg and asked: ”How do you know that the weeds are called cirsium leaves, and can heal the blood cuts? Also that it can be eaten as food?”
Yan Mo didn't dare to look up and trembled and replied: ”Replying to the priests, this weed leave knowledge is taught by my father.”
”Where is your father?”
”He and the tribes fled, I don't know where they are going.”The boy shivered very badly.
”Are you injured?” Qiu Shi asked.
”Yes.”
”Did you use the leaves?”
”Yes.”
Qiu Da Ren waved and ordered Yuan Zhan: ”Open the wound”
Yuan Zhan immediately knelt and reached for the hay wrapped in the boy's right thigh. The large stalk residue on the slag is completely erased.
The blood immediately ran down from the boy legs, and the young man was sore and trembled, but he did not dare to resist.
Qiu Shi came down from the stone platform and walked down to the boy to look down. A strange smell rushed into his nostrils.
There were only four torches in the tent, not bright enough, but for him to see enough wounds, he just had to look at it.
The old priest slightly covered his nose and saw a bite in the leg of the boy. The broken bones inside were tightly mangled, but the broken section was still clear, and it was obvious that it had not begun to heal. These conditions are consistent with the fat dog description of the wound
The wound was a little dirty, but it was basically fresh and there was no obvious spoilage. Moreover, when the herbal medicine was applied to the wound, there was no bleeding. Until the herbal medicine was wiped off, the blood flowed out again, indicating that the cirsium leaves did have some effect.
Qiu Shi suddenly extended his fingers and poked it in the wound.
The boy screamed.
Yuan Zhan did not respond.
Qiu Shi straightened up his body, he said to Yuan Zhan: ”Cut his leg, this leg can not be saved, winter is coming, don't raise a wasteful thing”
Cut your own motherf**king leg! Yan Mo ground his teeth. He was very careful when he cut himself. As a result, the old bastard not only poked his fingers in it, but also his nails were old and dirty. If he was just an ordinary slave, this leg would grow well and he cause him an inflammatory infection.
”I will wait for the winter.” Yuan Zhan said it is simple, but everyone in the big tent understood what he means. He said that if the boy leg injury has not improved after the winter, he will make him into food
Qiu Shi kicked the young boy's injured leg and looked down at the boy's face. He suddenly asked: ”Why don't you use a wooden board to fix the broken bone?”
Yuan Zhan didn't know, Yan Mo's heart was cold, and full of hatred!