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    The journey to the thirty-mile desert is not very far, but even riding a camel on this thirty-mile journey takes more than an hour.

    When these men in black robes returned to the tribe, bursts of black smoke were still rising over the oasis where the Bagir tribe was stationed.

    In the tribe, pitiful cries were heard from time to time, causing the eyes of the young lady at the head to twitch.

    Yes, just half a day ago, when the sun just rose in the morning, the Bagir tribe was attacked by a hostile tribe.

    Because the enemy chose the right time to attack very cleverly, that time was when the tribal guards were very relaxed, so the enemies easily invaded the tribe and killed many tribesmen.

    If the number of enemies was not too small, and the warriors in the tribe reacted quickly and immediately began to resist desperately, then the tribe's losses would be even greater.

    Seeing the tribe begin to counterattack, these enemies plundered some children and began to retreat.

    After the enemy retreated, the girl known as Miss began to lead hundreds of tribal warriors to pursue them.  Finally, they caught up with the enemy in the sand dunes and started a fight.

    As for the result, of course it was the victory of the Bagir tribe who had the numerical advantage. Although they also paid the price of the lives of more than a dozen soldiers, they were able to annihilate more than a hundred enemies that caught up. It can be said that the results were brilliant.

    ¡°After killing those enemies and rescuing the kidnapped children, everyone should be in a good mood.

    However, when they returned to the small oasis where the tribe was located, everyone's mood became low again.

    Because of the sudden attack in the morning, the tribe lost a lot of people.

    Most of them did not have time to react and were killed by the enemy while they were still in their sweet sleep.

    There are also some people who initially resisted and were killed by the enemy.

    So, now the tribe is in a mess, and the cries of tribesmen who have lost their relatives are everywhere.

    In this morning¡¯s sudden attack, many tribesmen lost their husbands, sons, daughters, and wives.

    therefore.  After these soldiers who went out to chase the enemy came back, how could they feel better after seeing such a tragic scene?

    She led her soldiers into the tribe, and the devastated scene made the girl feel very uncomfortable.  She saw some women sitting on the ground, holding the bodies of children who had lost the breath of life in their arms, shaking their bodies while mumbling words.

    There were also some children sitting on their knees on the ground, constantly pushing the dead bodies of their parents with their little hands, crying for them to open their eyes.

    ?Compared to adults who have lost loved ones.  These children who have lost their families are the saddest.

    Although the tribe will take care of them, after all, the tribe cannot do better than their parents, right?

    No matter how you say it, the tribe is not your biological parents after all.

    The girl¡¯s expression was cold, and her eyes were filled with sadness and pain.

    She doesn¡¯t understand, why do people here have to hate each other?

    "I thought to myself, can't we all live in peace and harmony?"

    You kill me.  I'll kill you. When will this end?

    Since she was born and can remember, she has always heard adults talk about a certain tribe killing their own tribesmen again, or that their own tribe killed a few people from the feuding tribe they saw.

    At the time, she didn¡¯t quite understand, nor did she understand why adults did this.

    But now she seems to understand a little bit. Although she is still a little helpless, she understands after all.

    ??If her relatives also died in this raid.  Then after she survives, she will definitely fall into hatred.

    She will also show no mercy when she encounters the culprit who caused her loss of her loved ones.

    Perhaps, this is how the vendetta between tribes came about.

    ¡°I just don¡¯t know when did the hatred and fighting between tribes originate?

    Shaking her head mockingly, the girl felt funny at her own idea.

    Why should I care about these things?  After all, what could she do even if she knew.

    She can¡¯t change anything at all, and she can¡¯t make people eliminate their hostility to each other.

    The hands of those in the feuding tribe are stained with the blood of the people of their own tribe.

    But what¡¯s so good about your own tribe?

    The same is not trueDid he draw the blood of other feuding tribesmen?

    So, it is simply funny to think about such a thing.

    Rather than worrying about this matter, it is better to think about how to deal with the next crisis and how to face the chaotic situation in the future.

    ?According to the news sent by people from the Alliance Tribe.  It is safe to say that the Cuman region is now in complete chaos.

    The vendetta between tribes has begun again, and small-scale conflicts have gradually evolved into large-scale confrontations.

    There are seven chiefs in the alliance tribe who made suggestions to unite and gather all the warriors.  to cope with possible wars.

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    Faced with such a situation, it is obvious that relying on the strength of one's own tribe cannot compete with the other party.

    Only by following the suggestions of those chiefs, allowing the Bagir tribe to migrate and gathering warriors from the tribe with those from other tribes, can we face the crisis.

    This morning¡¯s surprise attack was obviously a signal.

    The small vassal tribes under the feudal tribe alliance have now begun to take action.

    If the Bagir tribe does not make a decision soon, they will face a more dangerous situation in a few days.

    The girl led her soldiers slowly towards the center of the oasis, while thinking about this serious problem in her heart.

    This oasis is not very big, only covering an area of ??about one square kilometer.

    In this oasis, there is a coconut forest and green grass.  This is very precious in the desert.

    What¡¯s even more valuable is that in the center of the oasis, there is a clear freshwater lake.

    The area of ????this freshwater is not large, but it is very important to the entire tribe.

    As we all know, fresh water in the desert.  It is no less precious than gold, or even more precious than gold.

    Because people cannot do without fresh water, especially in this world full of yellow sand.

    It was precisely because the ancestors of the Bagir tribe discovered this oasis and occupied it through constant killings by the warriors that the tribe developed.

    For this oasis, the ancestors of the Bagir tribe paid an unknown price and many lives.

    It is precisely for this reason.  The Bagir tribe had no intention of migrating, but decided to continue living here after the Ottomans hinted.

    However, the remaining Bajir tribe will also have to face the troubles that will happen next.

    Turning over and jumping off her hunchback, the girl walked straight into the largest white tent.

    This white tent stands under a coconut tree.  Above is a green coconut leaf, which blocks a lot of the hot sunshine in the sky, making the place look a little cooler.

    At the same time, about twenty meters away from the tent is a clear freshwater lake.

    This freshwater lake brings a lot of coolness to the surrounding area, and the surrounding grass is also more lush.

    It can be said that this place is the best place in the entire oasis.

    at the same time.  It also highlights the unusual status of the owner of this tent in the Bagir tribe.

    Otherwise, we wouldn¡¯t occupy such a good place.

    The girl walked into the tent, and the two tribal warriors holding spears standing outside the tent did not stop the girl from intruding.

    It can be seen that the status of the girl in the Bagir tribe is not that of ordinary people.

    "Father, when I came back, I saw the tribesmen collecting the bodies of their relatives. In this attack, too many children lost their parents."

    After the girl walked in, she saw several elders from the tribe sitting on the carpet inside the tent.  Sitting in the center, her father, wearing a black robe with golden patterns embroidered on the hem, was discussing something with the elders with a serious face.

    However, the girl did not disturb everyone's embarrassment.  Instead, he walked over and sat among the crowd.

    These people didn¡¯t say anything about the girl¡¯s intrusion and her careless behavior of sitting next to everyone.  Instead, all the old men looked over with doting eyes.

    A middle-aged man in a black robe embroidered with golden patterns.  Hearing this, he shook his head.

    "My child, can't you look like a girl? If this continuesIf so, you won't be able to find a husband in the future.  "

    The girl curled her lips: "I can also do things that men can do, and I can also do things that men can't do. My father is the only daughter, unless you can bring me a younger brother, otherwise  You'd better accept your fate."

    The girl¡¯s father smiled bitterly, this is simply a chicken-and-duck talk.

    With just one sentence, my daughter actually made such a big mess.

    When the elders arrived, they didn't care at all. Instead, they said to the girl's father: "Chief, the girl is also very good. The lady is not bad. She is stronger than the boys, although her personality is not the same."  Girls are much tougher than boys. In the current situation, only people like Miss can shoulder the important task of reviving the tribe."

    "Yes, Chief. You are such a daughter. You have raised her as a boy since she was a child. Now that she has grown up, she behaves like a boy. You can't blame the young lady for this. If it comes to it, you  The father also has a responsibility."

    Listening to the elders¡¯ words, the bitterness on the girl¡¯s father¡¯s face became even stronger.

    "Hey, everyone, now is not the time to talk about me. What should we do now? The tribe was attacked. Many children lost their families, and some tribesmen also suffered heavy losses. Everyone, please quickly come up with a  Come on, I got news that the feuding tribe will launch a bigger attack on us soon."

    The girl raised her hand and pulled off the black gauze scarf on her face, revealing her delicate face. She looked seriously at the elder and her father, the middle-aged man sitting in the middle.
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