wild trail

Chapter 152 After the War
As long as it is a war, it is inevitable that there will be casualties. It is inevitable to kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred. Although Wang Lang's tribe is much more advanced than the fire tribe in terms of weapons and tactics, it is limited by the number of people after all. It is already very difficult. On the battlefield, swords have no eyes, and no one can guarantee life or death.

Although Wang Lang understood this truth, he still couldn't accept the companion who had been with him day and night dying in front of him like this.

Wang Lang stood up and walked silently to the corpses of those fallen soldiers, bowed deeply, and bent down to close the eyes of those dead soldiers.

"They are all brave. Their sacrifices have protected our tribe. We cannot let them down. I hope their souls will bless our tribe in the sky." Wang Lang said sadly.

"Boss, the sacrifice of these warriors is worth it." Kong Yi said lightly.

Wang Lang nodded and said, "We want to give them the most dignified funeral, this is the honor they deserve."

Everyone looked at the dead companion and nodded in agreement.

Wang Lang asked people to look after the corpses of these soldiers. He didn't want mosquitoes to disturb the soldiers' long sleep.

People cannot be resurrected after death, and life still has to go on. Wang Lang cheered up and came to the three soldiers who were seriously injured.

The three soldiers were seriously injured. Wang Lang took a look and knew that the three of them might not survive, and it was impossible to deal with such wounds under the current conditions.

Seeing the three people groaning in pain on the ground, Wang Lang felt pain in his heart, bent down and held a soldier's hand, and said, "I'm sorry, I can't save you."

The soldier endured the pain, and said with great effort: "Chief... Chief, I don't... don't blame you, I can... Coming to this tribe is the happiest thing in my life. We won ,we won."

Wang Lang choked up and said, "We won, you all did a great job."

The soldier grinned, but the pain from the wound distorted his face, he coughed up a mouthful of blood, and firmly held Wang Lang's hand and said, "Leader, give...give me a pain... Come on, let me see the dead clansman."

Hearing this, Wang Lang seemed to be bleeding in his heart, nodded with pain on his face, and said: "I will give you names now, you brave soldiers will be named after Ying, you are all heroes of the tribe, brave young men , you will be called Yinghun from now on, and you two will be called Yingjie and Yingyun."

The three of them closed their eyes and smiled, waiting for their own people to end their pain.

Wang Lang stood up and drew out the dagger. The dagger seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and he couldn't lift it in his hand.

"Lang, let me do it!" Jian Ya said with a sob.

Wang Lang shook his head, gritted his teeth, raised his dagger in pain, looked at the three soldiers and said, "Warrior, go all the way!"

After finishing speaking, he ended the lives of the three with the dagger in his hand.

Wang Lang threw away the dagger in his hand, sat on the ground limply, and said in a daze, "I am a leader, am I very useless?"

"Lang, if it weren't for you, we would have died long ago." Lin Huo said.

Wang Lang shook his head and smiled, looked up at the sky, and said to himself: "Their souls must reach the gods and watch us from the sky."

Everyone also silently looked up at the sky, as if they could really see those dead companions watching themselves from the high sky.

Life must go on after the sadness, and the injured comrades still need treatment. Although there is no medicine now, in order to prevent the infection of small wounds, Wang Lang asked people to burn a lot of hot water to scrub the wounds of the soldiers.

A day later, the results of this station were counted. Counting the clansmen who died in Linhe Village, a total of [-] clansmen were killed in this battle. With so many people dying, it can be said that the tribe with a small number is traumatized. up.

The number of enemy deaths was also counted by Wu Yun. Not counting the enemies killed during the defense of the city before, one hundred and three enemies were wiped out in this battle alone. The results of the battle can be said to be very amazing.

Listening to Wu Yun's statistics, Jian Ya said excitedly, "If we had more numbers, none of those enemies would be able to escape."

Wu Yun nodded and said, "Lang, it seems that we need to replenish the tribe's population."

"Well, it's time to replenish the population. After a while, I will send people to the west to recruit those small tribes. With the reputation of this battle, those tribes should be able to join us." Wang Lang said.

"If they don't join us, we'll catch them all back, let them live a good life, and ask us to beg them. There's no such reason in this world." Jian Ya said with a cold snort.

Wang Lang smiled and said, "We can't use force. As long as we spread the news of this battle, many people will definitely come."

After finishing speaking, he looked at Wu Yun and said, "How much corn has been destroyed!"

Mentioning this, Wu Yun sighed and said, "It's almost half destroyed. I'm afraid there won't be enough food this season."

"It doesn't matter, with the new method of planting in Yancun, there must be a lot more production this season, so you don't have to worry too much." Wang Lang said calmly.

"Boss, will those enemies still come?" Bark asked.

"I don't think I'll be back in a short time. I've asked Kong Er and the others to follow the fleeing enemies and find their tribe. From now on, we will avenge our dead comrades." Wang Lang said coldly.

"These damn things, if you catch them, you must make their lives worse than death." Lin Huo said through gritted teeth.

"Jian Ya, go and bring that wing over here." Wang Lang said.

"Lang, are you going to kill him? That's right. This guy is also from there. Killing him just pays homage to the dead clansman." Jian Ya said fiercely.

"When did I say to kill him, I have a plan for you to bring him here." Wang Lang laughed.

Jian Ya scratched his hair, not knowing what Wang Lang would do with a slave, but he was still reluctant to get up and walk to the place where the slave was held.

Not long after, Jian Ya brought the trembling wings over.

Chi Chi, who had already been so pale with fright, prostrated himself on the ground, trembling all over. He didn't know if these people would kill him in a fit of anger, and he was terrified at this moment.

"Raise your head." Wang Lang said with narrowed eyes.

Chi raised his head carefully, and knelt down in front of Wang Lang.

"Your tribe has been defeated by us, what do you think now." Wang Lang asked, staring into Chi's eyes.

"Great leader, how can the Raging Fire Tribe compare to you? Your bravery is like a lion on the grassland, and the Raging Fire Tribe is like a rabbit on the grassland in front of you. No matter how many rabbits there are, how can it be the opponent of a lion?" Wing said sincerely.

(End of this chapter)