My daily mountain driving, I met a fox at the beginning and got married

This kind of attire seems to have only been seen in history books? I remember that historical records referred to this distinctive ethnic group as the Aryans?

This is a local indigenous group with a wheat-colored complexion and a unique cultural heritage. They have lived here in tribal form for thousands of years. By the way, it is said that this tribe has an extremely advanced astronomical calendar, which is renowned throughout the world.

Zhang Hao was surprised. How could he see these people? Wasn't this ancient and civilized tribe long gone? Moreover, the extermination of the tribe happened in modern times, which is clearly recorded in textbooks.

Just as he was puzzled, a man with colorful feathers in his hair, braided dreadlocks, and wearing an animal skin ran up and patted him on the shoulder.

"Hill, what are you still doing here? Go home! Your wife is about to give birth."

Zhang Hao nodded groggily, "Okay, okay, I was a little nervous just now, and I'm really dizzy. I'll go back now."

The man with colorful feathers laughed and pulled him into the woods, saying, "Let's hurry up, I'll take you back, that way we'll get there faster."

They sprinted through the forest at incredible speed, like cheetahs moving through the woods. It seems these people are in exceptional physical condition.

"Ahhh."

Deep in the forest, a mournful wail echoed from a simple wooden hut—the pain of a woman giving birth. An old woman, draped in tattered animal skins, held a peculiar staff, shaking it as she chanted incantations.

After the incantation was finished, the screams inside the house subsided considerably. The old woman turned to Zhang Hao and said, "Hill, your wife will give birth to a daughter today. Congratulations on becoming a father. From now on, be a responsible man."

A surge of joy welled up in Zhang Hao's heart. He patted his chest and solemnly promised, "Elder, please rest assured, I will definitely treat my wife well and raise my child well."

"That's good! You've always been the most intelligent of us Aryans, and I'm confident you can take good care of your family."

After saying this, the old woman turned and left. A moment later, the midwife came out of the house: "The baby has been born. If you have nothing to do, go and see him."

Zhang Hao ran joyfully into the house, holding his newborn baby, and shared his happiness with his wife lying on the bed. The couple were deeply in love.

As the children grew up, the atmosphere in the tribe became increasingly tense.

"Hill, I heard someone else has been killed outside. They were just out hunting, and they usually handle those small animals with ease. How could they have died?" Zhang Hao's wife asked, puzzled.

Zhang Hao lowered his head to comfort her: "Perhaps it was just an accident. In this world, no one is so cruel as to take pleasure in killing."

At this point, Zhang Hao's wife shuddered, but still couldn't help complaining, "If they weren't so ruthless, they shouldn't have fired. They were treating us like prey to be hunted. Hill, let's get out of here. Like those people said, if we don't leave, they'll treat us like wild animals."

Holding the sleeping little girl, Zhang Hao said worriedly, "But if we leave the territory and get ID cards, we'll become outsiders, no longer Aryans. However, they'll still treat us as Aryans and concentrate us in one place. Living there, our food, clothing, and shelter will all depend on them. If we don't obey, they'll cut off our water and food, and we still won't survive."

"Alright then, I'll do as you say and stay here. Hopefully, those people won't be too ruthless."

Zhang Hao's wife eventually gave in to her husband's decision.

They remained in the forest, but the tribe's numbers dwindled day by day.

That day, Zhang Hao was teaching his daughter hunting skills when he suddenly saw a familiar figure running towards him—the same man who had pulled him home when his wife was giving birth.

Upon seeing him, Kuroba cried out in terror, "Run! There are villains ahead! They want to kill us!" The so-called villains were the outsiders who had seized large tracts of local land and established harsh rules, with those who disobeyed to the death. Many Aryans had already fallen victim to their cruelty.

"Dad, let's go quickly, I'm so scared!"

The little girl held her father's hand and looked up anxiously, urging him on.

Zhang Hao quickly looked up and saw that someone was indeed chasing after Hei Yu. Without saying a word, he drew his bow and shot an arrow at the pursuer. However, the man quickly hid behind a motorcycle with a windshield, and the poisoned arrow struck the glass but left no mark. It fell to the ground with a "clang".

The man raised his gun and pointed it at Zhang Hao. Zhang Hao was terrified; this weapon was far faster than the tribe's poisoned arrows, and there was no way to dodge it!

Just at the critical moment, the black feather that had been running wildly suddenly pounced in front of him and blocked his way!
The bullet pierced Black Feather's back with a loud "bang," and the gruesome sight of his body being pierced through was displayed vividly before Zhang Hao's eyes.

Black Feather coughed up blood and strained to open his eyes wide: "Run! Hill, they're going to kill us all!"

He coughed up blood as he spoke, and before he could finish, more bullets came flying in, riddling his back with holes, and blood kept gushing from his body.

The little girl was so frightened that she burst into tears.

The man who had driven up stopped a short distance away, holding a shotgun and chuckling, "Oh, what a pretty little girl, so cute. Are you her father?"

Zhang Hao stood up and stared coldly at the shooter. The man, dressed as a cowboy, gripped his gun smugly.

“I am her father. Why are you outsiders killing us? Kuroba has never offended you, why are you so cruel?”

Zhang Hao felt as if his heart was being torn apart, and he questioned the other party blankly.

"There's nothing I can do about it. Since you've set your sights on this land and refuse to give it up, I have no choice but to resort to some special measures."

"So you're going to hunt us down like animals, trying to wipe us out? That way the land will belong to you?" Zhang Hao asked angrily.

"You could say that."

Sensing the other person's anger, the man added, "We didn't want to kill anyone. If you had just moved out obediently, we would have provided you with housing and food, and you could have survived. Blame it on your own ignorance."

"If we all move out, can you guarantee our safety?" Zhang Hao asked, holding the lifeless Black Feather, enunciating each word clearly.

"Of course, as long as you are willing to relocate, we will naturally protect your lives. But the premise is that you must all move out, and not a single one can be left behind."

Zhang Hao finally nodded in agreement: "Okay, I will persuade the tribesmen to move out. But you must promise to guarantee our safety."

Next, both parties agreed on a time for further discussions, exchanged preliminary requirements, and reached a consensus before returning to their respective locations.

The little girl watched from the sidelines, completely puzzled.

"Dad, why didn't you seek revenge after Uncle Kuroba died? Why are you even talking to the murderer? Are you scared?" (End of Chapter)