wild trail

Chapter 154

Everyone was taken aback by Wang Lang's words. It can be said that sending spies is such a high-end thing that everyone has never heard of. This time Wang Lang can be said to have set a precedent in this world, and he can be called the ancestor of spies in this world.

"Lang, will this method work?" Wu Yun asked with some concern.

Wang Lang smiled and said: "Don't worry, as long as we release the news, those slaves who can't survive will definitely find ways to escape to our side. As long as we describe our side as a god-like place, I don't believe those people will not be moved. And we have defeated the enemy, and the powerful image of the tribe will be deeply rooted in the hearts of the people."

Wu Yun stroked his beard, thought for a while and said, "It sounds reasonable, but let this slave do such a difficult thing, can we trust him?"

The corners of Wang Lang's mouth twitched, he looked at Chi Chi kneeling on the ground with a half-smile, and said, "Do you think we can trust you?"

Wang Lang's smile made Chi feel a little shuddering, he shivered subconsciously, and quickly replied: "I will definitely keep this a secret."

"Your companion is still here. If you dare to leak this plan, I don't mind letting him go back too. Your companion is very loyal to your tribe. If you let him know about this, do you think it is right for you?" I don't need to tell you what will happen to the betrayer!" Wang Lang said coldly.

When Chi heard this, he immediately turned pale with shock. If the nobles of the Raging Fire Tribe knew that he was a betrayer, what awaited him would be something more terrifying than death. Chi turned pale and quickly replied: "I will definitely not leaked this matter."

"Very good! There are still a few of your clansmen who survived this war. Keeping them is a waste of food. You don't mind sending them to the gods." Wang Lang said lightly.

Chi frowned and thought for a while, and understood Wang Lang's meaning. Killing the former clansman, although some psychological burden, but if he didn't kill them, then he would be the one who died. Chi struggled for a while, and finally made up his mind , gritted his teeth and said, "I will send them to the gods."

Wang Lang nodded and said to Jian Ya: "Bring those people here, and bring his companion here too."

Jian Ya was still in shock at the moment. He didn't know how Wang Lang came up with such a complicated plan. He didn't hear Wang Lang calling himself in a trance. Wu Yun kicked him to bring him back to his senses.

Not long after, Jian Ya came over with the three wounded captives He Yun and kicked them to the ground.

"Give him a weapon!" Wang Lang said to Jian Ya.

Jian Ya looked at Chi with a pale face with a grin, and threw the bronze sword hanging on his waist to him.

"Let's do it!" Wang Lang stared at Chi coldly and said.

Chi Chi tremblingly picked up the weapon on the ground, even though he had prepared himself mentally before, but now when he really faced his clansman, the pressure in his heart was more than several times greater, the copper sword in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand catties .

The few people kneeling on the ground immediately understood what was going to happen, and began to struggle crazily, but under the beatings of Jian Ya and others, they soon collapsed on the ground dying.

Yun stared at Chi with cold eyes, and cursed viciously: "Shameless traitor, aren't you afraid that the gods will punish you?"

Not daring to look directly into Yun's eyes, he lowered his head and gritted his teeth without answering his words. He knew that as long as Yun was still alive, he would never be able to raise his head in front of him.

"Why, don't you plan to do anything? You have to think about the consequences." Wang Lang looked at everything in front of him playfully.

Chi heard that his body trembled subconsciously, glanced at the three clansmen who were only breathing, and finally made up his mind, and walked in front of them holding the copper sword.

Although the weapon in his hand has never been used, but the sharp edge allows people to know how to use it at a glance.

Chi raised his copper sword and stabbed at the three tribesmen on the ground with a ferocious face. The sharp copper sword easily pierced their fragile chests. After a few muffled groans, the three fresh lives left this world like this .

After killing the three of them, Chi collapsed on the ground, looking at his blood-stained hands, his eyes were a little lost.

"Traitor, come! Why don't you kill me, as long as I don't die, I will definitely kill you." Seeing his companion lying in a pool of blood, Yun growled madly at Chi.

Wang Lang watched all this calmly as if he was watching a play. He was completely used to killing people. He didn't know if he was born a butcher, or he was a pervert deep down in his heart.

With a wave of his hand, someone dragged Yun out. With this incident, Wang Lang was not afraid that Chi would betray him. He would not tolerate anyone who betrayed him. After handing in the certificate of nomination, the next plan can begin up.

"Very good, I will release you in a few days and let you return to the Raging Fire Tribe, don't forget what I told you." Wang Lang said lightly.

Chi nodded weakly, now he has no way out, if he leaves here instead of returning to the Fire Tribe, but runs away with his stomach, he will die faster that way, he knows that he cannot survive on this grassland alone.

After having the wings taken down and locked up alone, Wang Lang came to the corpses of the soldiers who died in battle.

"Lang, the corpses of these warriors must be buried as soon as possible. In such hot weather, they will rot soon and be buried in the soil. Only then can their souls leave their bodies and go to the side of the gods." Lin Huo was a little sad Said.

Wang Lang nodded and said, "We must prepare a decent funeral for them. The cleared woods in the north of the tribe is where they rest. Take your people there to prepare a cemetery for the warriors, and send them on their way tomorrow. " Wang Lang said in a deep voice.

Lin Huo nodded, and led a few people out of the tribe with their tools.

After Lin Huo left, Wang Lang asked someone to bring clean water, squatted down, and carefully scrubbed the dead soldiers. This was the only thing that could make him feel at ease.

At noon the next day, everyone in the tribe came to the prepared cemetery, no one spoke, and grief lingered in everyone's heart.

Wang Lang looked at the sky, the sun had already risen to the middle, and said to everyone: "Let's start!"

The spearmen lined up neatly and slowly marched to the side of these fallen soldiers. In groups of two, they carefully put their comrades into the pit and gave a military salute.

Wang Lang walked to the side of the tomb and sprinkled soil for each soldier, muttering in his mouth: "Brave soldiers, your courage is worthy of praise from the world. Your greatness has been passed down in songs and remembered by future generations. May you Be happy in the world of the gods, and the warriors will go all the way."

After the brief eulogy was finished, the soldiers were buried. Wang Lang erected a wooden tablet in front of the tombs, and carved the words "Tomb of Warriors" with a dagger.

(End of this chapter)