sword sentient beings

Chapter 891 Rescue

Pei Shoujing did not get an answer. The warrior Ahuai, with a gloomy face, took her and Arong to the temporary base camp of the Xia tribe, where they stayed with a group of elderly, weak, women and children, and then left angrily.

The base camp is naturally far away from the war. Even though the Xia tribe is not big, it is not far away. You can still hear the noise of fighting and fighting outside, but it seems to be safe. Underage warriors of Pei Shoujing's age are the main force to protect the camp and try to calm the emotions of the tribesmen.

Until the first batch of wounded soldiers were sent in, the camp was relatively peaceful, and even the children had not cried out. But when the first batch of bloody wounded soldiers were evacuated, the old and young in the camp finally became terrified, and sobbing gradually began to sound.

An old Deerhorn man cried, "How could this happen? These are all our good children. We didn't suffer such losses when we went to fight against the Tuman. Aren't the Xia tribe and the Qiu tribe one family? Why did you fight among yourselves instead of fighting the enemy together?"

Pei Shoujing was bandaging a tribe member's wound. When he heard this, he wanted to add, "This is all caused by the Council of Elders! If they hadn't made a fuss and attacked the Qiu tribe, how could this happen?"

But it would be too eye-catching to say that, and it would be too direct to instigate. There were few people here, and they were all acquaintances. It would be hard for her to say that without revealing her identity. Who knows if a decent knight would pass by and suspect her, or come to disrupt the morale of the army and kill her with a sword, which would not be in line with the goal of "safety first".

Her thoughts turned, and suddenly, with a loud "whoosh", tears rolled down her cheeks. She cried, "Now that it's like this, what will happen to us? What will happen in the future?"

As she cried, the children around her couldn't help crying loudly, and the whole place was filled with sobs. Even the adults couldn't help but wipe their tears. The wounded who were carried down were originally strong, but they were inevitably weak after being injured, and they couldn't help sobbing on the beds made of leaves.

At this time, a prospective soldier who was about the same age as Arong said, "Don't cry, there is a way forward! If they were not here to exterminate our family today, but only to surrender, our future might not be bad. They are so powerful because they believe in the Holy Spirit. If we also believe in the Holy Spirit, we will still be a family. The power of the Holy Spirit is much stronger than that of the Rong God. Maybe we can even improve our entire family!"

Pei Shoujing was about to interrupt the beautiful fantasy of this guy who was planning a bad plan, but an old tribesman beside him started to scold him: "You heartless guy, how dare you mention the Holy Spirit? It is the enemy who harmed our God! We have no ability to avenge God, so why do we have to happily surrender to the enemy?"

The prospective warrior sneered, "What hatred? Are we worthy? When is it our turn to participate in God's affairs? Can you please stop being so involved? Look at these children, they are so young and have not received any grace from God. Do you think it is good to let them die here? In my opinion, since we have to surrender to the Holy God anyway, we can surrender even if we are beaten black and blue and forced to surrender, or we can surrender on our own initiative. It is better for everyone to surrender together to save a lot of unnecessary casualties. You are highly respected, so you can take..."

Before he finished speaking, the old tribesman jumped up and cursed: "Asshole, traitor, I will beat you to death!"

Pei Shoujing watched them chase and fight silently, knowing that this was just a minor conflict. If the old tribesmen did not agree to surrender, then they probably would not surrender, at least they could hold out for a while. The real big deal was the future of the tribe and even the race. And what choice should she make?

Now it seems that if she does not intervene, the whole tribe will eventually surrender to the Holy Spirit. The difference between the two is the number of casualties in the end. Logically, her goal is to have as many casualties as possible in these tribes, but...

Pei Shoujing felt a little emotional. It was no problem for her to stir up conflicts and kill those elders and soldiers, but it was really uncomfortable for her to escalate the situation personally, causing more women and children to be killed and injured, and many friends and neighbors who were good to her were also very uncomfortable.

Even if they are not human, but demons.

Pei Shoujing remembered that during the last combat training, there was a lesson that specifically mentioned that the most difficult part of being a spy is emotions and self-awareness. Long-term lurking can easily lead to confusion in self-awareness, which can then shake or even collapse one's beliefs. Of course, she felt that she didn't have this problem, but now it seems that her will is not strong enough, and she began to hesitate so quickly.

The way to alleviate the situation is to go to the front line, to the human world, to the "barbarians" as they call them, and see what the devil really did. Then you will know how ridiculous your little hesitation was.

Pei Shoujing thought that after this time she would definitely have to move to another place to stay.

So, what to do now?

  Stop the tribe from joining the Holy Spirit? It seems that there is no need for this. There is no order saying that the Holy Spirit is the biggest enemy and that the Heavenly Demon Realm should fight against the Holy Spirit. So what will happen if they join the Holy Spirit?

Just as she was hesitating, she suddenly heard a loud bang in the distance, like thunder from the sky, shaking the ground. The demon was unsteady on his feet, and many wounded were shaken off their beds and rolled to the ground.

"What's that sound? A war weapon?" Pei Shoujing just thought so, and when he turned around, he saw two rays of light appearing in the air.

The light started out as a bright bloom, then gradually formed an intricate and gorgeous pattern, just like a deer's antlers.

"What is that?" Not to mention Pei Shoujing, an outsider, even the would-be warrior who had just boasted was stunned and asked, "Is this the treasure of our clan?" "What do you mean by our clan? You ignorant youngster!" When the old man saw the deer horn, his anger disappeared, his brows relaxed, and he showed a look of joy, as if he had forgiven the world all of a sudden, "Is that the power that our small clan can use? It's Zuo Shang Shen, the messenger of Zuo Shang Shen has arrived!"

"Do you see those beautiful antlers? They are the symbol of Zuoshang God. Zuoshang God has come to save us! Our Rong Shen was a subordinate god of Zuoshang God back then. We received the blessing of Zuoshang God and have a deer body. Even our people have antlers. But the most powerful divine deer in the world is Zuoshang God. Although our Rong Shen has fallen, Zuoshang God is still here. If we want to convert, of course we should convert to the great, wise, and benevolent Zuoshang God. How can we switch to the enemy's camp?"

He was so excited that everyone else couldn't help but get excited. They had all heard of Zuoshangshen and knew that he was the superior god of Rongshen, so they were willing to do so. Besides, even if there was no previous connection, they didn't like being forced to convert when the enemy was at the gates. They preferred the scenario where the gods came down to save the whole tribe in desperate situations, and then everyone converted out of gratitude.

At this time, only the would-be warrior muttered, "Didn't they say that Zuo Shangshen has also fallen?"

  But this time no one paid any attention to him, because the fact was right in front of them, it was obvious that Zuoshangshen had not fallen. Rongshen was only a middle-level god in the divine world, while Zuoshangshen was the top upper-level god, so how could he fall so easily?

Since the antlers appeared, the situation has taken a sharp turn for the worse. Originally, the noisy sound was approaching the base camp step by step. But under the illumination of the antlers, the sound became farther and farther away. It was obvious that the battle line was advancing step by step, and the front had the advantage.

This time, even the would-be warrior shut up. Some of the tribesmen who wanted to support him just now unconsciously moved away from him, craning their necks to wait for news from the front.

Finally, the sounds of fighting died down.

The antlers in the sky were still there, like a flag flying over the tribe. When they heard footsteps, Pei Shoujing and other prospective warriors stood up and were on guard, but they were not so nervous anymore.

Sure enough, the sound arrived before the team arrived, and a familiar voice shouted loudly: "Don't be nervous, it's us!"

"It's the clan leader!"

"We won!"

A cheer rang out, and all the would-be warriors came forward to greet them. They saw the clan leader, elders, and knights rushing over. The knights were obviously stained with blood, and their numbers were much smaller, and it was obvious that they had suffered heavy losses. But their spirits were still high, and the antlers on their heads were as tall as crowns.

Although the chieftain was the leader of the Mi tribe, he did not walk in the front. In front of him, there was a stranger in a white robe.

The clan leader came up and said a few words to calm people down, then he said solemnly: "This is the messenger of the Left God. He came to save us on the orders of the Left God! The God has not abandoned us. He has led us to defeat evil!"

The Xia tribe cheered again and shouted together, "Long live the Zuo Shang God."

The messenger looked very calm, even a little sad, and said, "Everyone, I am late. I didn't expect that even the Rong God's tribe would be invaded by the evil god. Fortunately, it was not too late, and most of the devout believers were saved."

Most of the Mi people had not yet reacted, but a few smart ones suddenly realized that he directly called the Holy Spirit an "evil god" and couldn't help but gasp.

"But! Although this tribe has temporarily escaped the clutches of the devil, the spirit world is now shrouded in the shadow of evil. The evil god is expanding crazily, taking over a city today, a region tomorrow, and swallowing up the entire spirit world. All tribes that disobey it are slaughtered, even the children are not spared. Just like what you almost suffered just now." The messenger raised his voice and cried out in grief:

"If this continues, the spirit world will no longer be the spirit world, no longer the place where hundreds of races grow, but the paradise of the evil god! Don't think that you will be safe if you convert. The evil god will not be satisfied with just harvesting faith and offerings. Its nature is to devour! Everyone, everything, including this world will be squeezed dry by it and then swallowed into its stomach! Today you have escaped a disaster, and there is Zuo Shang Shen to save you, but the power of the evil god is getting stronger and stronger. One day, even Zuo Shang Shen will not be able to save you. What should we do?"

“We have to fight, under the banner of the Left Upper God, shoulder to shoulder with fellow tribesmen, to fight against the evil god! Only by defeating the evil god can we gain peace and the right to survive! Brothers and sisters, for the sake of the tribe, for the sake of the children, and for the sake of your own right to live, you must take up arms and fight!”

  The tribesmen were excited and terrified when they heard this. They felt a little overwhelmed as they had just survived a disaster and now had to go into battle again. Only Pei Shoujing was secretly surprised:

Hmm? Is the demon world about to break out into civil war before I can even start it?