Pursuit of the Truth

"Su Ming, you..." Agong’s subconscious opening, but when he saw the bloodshot in Su Ming’s eyes, and saw Su Ming’s tiredness and the silent attachment, the words were said again. Not coming out, because he also felt the tragic price behind Su Ming’s attachment.

In his eyes, Su Ming at the moment, such as an arrow from the string, this arrow, with an amazing sharp, not blood, no one can stop!

"Agong... I am back." Su Ming, like the usual return when he went out, whispered.

Agong looked at Su Ming, and his eyes were gratified, disappointing, hesitant, and a kind of complex that Su Ming could not recognize.

"You want to fight for the tribe?" For a long time, Agong whispered.

Su Ming nodded silently.

"Even if you die, are you willing?" Ah Gong was silent for a moment and spoke again.

"People have a death. If I am dead in the war of guarding my homeland, I have no regrets!" Su Ming’s calm words spoke out his heart.

"Well, Su Ming, Ah Gong does not stop you. Since this is your choice, I will give you the opportunity to fight for the tribe!" Ah Gong closed his eyes, as if hesitating, and after a long while he slammed open, showing decisiveness.

He knew in his heart that he couldn't stop it. Otherwise, he didn't know what crazy things the child would do. Looking at Su Ming's tragic, Ah Gong was distressed and gratified.

At this moment, all the people gathered in the group suddenly were quiet, and their eyes were condensed outside the tribe, and several people walked into it at the moment.

The patriarch was in front, followed by the mountain and the mountain marks, as well as the strongest of the sixth and seventh layers of the blood clotting of Beiling and the tribe. They were exhausted, their bodies were contaminated with blood, and they came back.

It’s just that among them, when they leave, it’s obvious that there are more people, but now, it’s less. And in many people, there are wounds, especially Beiling, which is pale and has a lot of blood in the chest.

In the hands of everyone, there are people who are no longer bleeding. Their return has aroused the excitement and cheers of the tribes, and they have dispersed, so that these people can go directly to the place where the Agong is located.

Bei Ling saw Su Ming, but at this moment, he did not have the indifference of the past, but silently, followed by his father, like the life and death of the tribe, his embarrassment is negligible.

If the tribe is gone, if the tribe is dead, what else can be embarrassed...

"Agong, the people in the vicinity of Montenegro who have been stalking, have been scattered and searched, and all killed. Now it is outside... it should be safe and can be moved!" The group went to the Agong, the Wushan ministry, The two heads in their hands are still on the side, and they speak quietly, and their words reveal a bloody.

The people behind him are also throwing their heads away, in silence, containing Xiaoxiao.

Su Ming stood next to A Gong, silently watching the patriarch and others. He saw the exhaustion in them and saw the sorrow hidden under the killing and blood.

It is not difficult for him to come up with the idea that when the tribes came back last night, when the tribes were preparing to relocate, they must have encountered the first attack by the Montenegrin Ministry. The battle was so fierce that the people could not move until the end of the first battle. Under the orders of the Agong, the people around the remains of the Black Mountain Department will be cleaned up so that they can move safely.

After all, in the tribes, most of them are ordinary people, and there are many women and children. To protect their safety, it is the future and hope of the tribe.

Ah Gong nodded and looked at all the people. At this moment, the tribes of the tribe, both men and women, are watching him. Their eyes are full of dependence and expectations.

"Clan people..." Agong gently opened his mouth, and his words spread all around, falling into the ears of every ethnic group.

"We don't want to leave our hometown... I don't want to leave this land that has been inhabited for generations. We don't want to be attached to the Fengzhen tribe... But for the continuation of the Wushan Ministry, we must do this!

We have to live, we will live!

Tell us the descendants, tell us more, one day, we can return here, we can also create our own home, on that day... We will return all the shame, several times to the Ministry of Montenegro! !

I am confident, you...have it! ! Ah Gong shouted loudly.

All the tribes, at this moment all in the sorrow, broke out the oppressive embarrassment, the snoring sounds, perhaps there are not many people in the Wushan Ministry, but this snoring is the strongest roar of everyone's vitality.

"One day...Our Wushan, will come back...Now, move!!" Ah Gong closed his eyes, but the sadness in his eyes did not want people to not see, the big sleeves, and the assembled The Wushan tribes, under the help of each other, slowly moved in the protection of the tribe's barbarians, leaving the land they had progenited from generation to generation, and moved away from the unknown unknown.

The long crowd, slowly leaving the abandoned tribe, in the Wushan part behind them, there is a faint black smoke, and the broken land, revealing a desolate and sad.

The sound of crying came from the crowd, belonging to those who did not grow up, belonging to those women who were afraid, and also belonged to every Wushan tribe.

The men in the family, protecting their loved ones, holding the confused children, in the tears flowing down, silently moving forward, some older Rassu, at this moment is also afraid to pull their loved ones, crying Looking back.

Looking at the familiarity of the past, I seem to turn this scene into eternity, deeply buried in the depths of memory, for fear that I will forget, for fear that I will never remember the way home.

Every one of them can't help but look back at the left tribe and look at the old home...

In the crowd, there is a vicissitudes of the old man, he is Nansong. He looked calm and seemed to see through the years. He was carrying a simple bag at the moment, silently in the crowd, unremarkable.

At noon, the sun is not strong, the snow on the ground is covered with silver, which can sting people's eyes, but even if the light is strong, it seems that it can't block the frequent return of the people and the sadness. Parting.

The homeland, farther and farther, the outline of the tribe, gradually blurred, only to see the faint smoky lift, only to see the broken cockroaches, but the beauty of the once tribe, but it has been engraved in every In the hearts of a tribe, they...will not forget, they will not forget.

Su Ming turned and everything in the tribe was imprinted in his memory. There was his childhood, there was his happiness, there was his growth, and every corner there, he was familiar with each piece. Land, he is unforgettable, everything there... is in his mind, one is living.

No one wants to leave home, no one wants to leave this familiar home, no one wants to go to the strange wind, and has become affiliated since then.

Yes, this is the only way. The only way to let the Wushan Ministry not die, can continue to prosper. This road is far away, far away, and the process will be rugged, but it must be... go on.

The crisis has not ended. On the contrary, the real danger has only just begun. Before the tribes relied on it, the Wushan Ministry resisted the first wave of war in the Black Mountain. Now, in the process of this migration, the crowd was opened and the team was completely Most of them are ordinary people. They have no resistance in the face of barbarians.

This migration is doomed to be safe...

Once the Wushan Ministry is defeated, waiting for them will be all the barbarians will die, all the men will be slaughtered, and the children will be wrapped in Lasu, but all men will die... The only thing that exists is the Wushan Department. Women, they will be driven into the Ministry of Montenegro, become a property like the property, the only role is for the people of Montenegro, the succession of the ancestors, for the growth of the Ministry of Montenegro, humiliating dedication to the remaining years.

The migration of hundreds of people, the speed can not be too fast, especially in the face of the male, there are a lot of Rasu and women, in this winter, in this cold, their crying is gradually less, silent Replaced everything.

They don't know where the future is, maybe the wind is the only thing... but no one knows if they can live to the Fengzhen tribe...

In the middle of the process, how many people will die, how many people will never see their loved ones again, they don’t know...

There are many young people in the crowd. They don’t have a savage body. In the past, they rarely contributed to the tribe. Most of them are happy to play, but because they used to have war dead in their homes, they These moves, as long as they are not too outrageous, will be ignored.

At this moment, these more than a dozen young people, with fear and fear, in the crowd, looking around, hate can not go to the wind.

Around the long queue of people, the barbarians in the Wushan Department, with exhaustion, with persistence, silent guardianship, sometimes go forward to help some weak old people. At the forefront of the team, the patriarch of the Wushan Department, his look is determined, and he walked in front of him with vigilance. He was followed by several barbarians, all of whom were vigilant.

Both sides, the rear, all the same, Ah Gong walked in the end, his hand holding a white bone stick, walking dignified, always pay attention to the surrounding, Bei Ling pulled the dust, on the right side of the team, walking silently, he looked Pale, the blood on the chest is more, but I don't care.

Lei Chen, Wula, and other barbarians in the tribe are all following in, always vigilant.

The left and right sides, the first and the mountain marks, the responsibility is great, they follow silently. The first right hand, always holding his bow, if there is a slight wind and grass, he will open the bow and shoot the first time! Behind him, there was an old man in the crowd, sweeping his head in a calm, calm eye.

This old man, Su Ming knows, it is Nansong in the herbal room!

The mountain mark looks as indifferent as ever. No one knows what he is thinking. At that time, the complexity of the flashing eyes in the eyes is also unattended.

Su Ming followed the tribe's migration, listening to them crying, the crying gradually became silent, his heart hurts, he looked at the familiar faces, looked at their fear, Su Ming clenched fist.

"Guarding the Horde, fighting for the Horde!" Su Ming murmured, his position is the right side of the crowd, not far from him, is a mountain mark.

This position is not what he chose, but when he moved, he was appointed. In Su Ming's arms, he is holding a little girl of five or six years old. This little girl is called 彤彤, and now she has fallen asleep, but there are tears on her eyelashes.

Her abba died, and her grandmother died last night, leaving her alone.

"Ama... Aba... Pippi..." The little girl was sleeping, her body trembled, and she seemed to be in a nightmare. While she was crying, she was holding Su Ming’s clothes.

Su Ming knows that Pippi is a pet little beast of this little girl. She is very cute and is often held in her arms.

"Oh obedient..." Su Ming patted gently on her back, her eyes showing sorrow, and he felt that he suddenly grew up...