章 25: Chapter 25
The camp of the Tiger tooth tribe was located in the northeast of Bleak Island, about twenty miles apart.
The camp was constructed in the open space by the lake, enclosed by a double-layered iron oak fence that stood twenty feet high. More than a dozen tall watchtowers were erected inside the fence. Additionally, there was an artificially excavated moat outside the fence, turning the entire camp into a small island that was connected to the lake.
Although the defense ability of such a camp cannot be compared with that of a nobleman's castle, it is already considered strong.
"Who?"
On the watchtower, a savage pointed his bow and arrow at the figure in front of the camp gate and asked vigilantly.
Since the deserters from the Battle of Bleak Island returned to the tribe, the atmosphere in the camp became extremely tense.
Such a disastrous defeat almost wiped out most of the young and strong forces of the Tiger tooth tribe, which was a catastrophe for them.
"It's me, Cheman."
Hearing the familiar voice, the wildling guard put down his bow and arrow, and hurriedly opened the camp gate.
Cheman walked into the camp without saying a word, and asked directly,
"Where's my father?"
"The patriarch fell ill after receiving the news of the defeat. "
" I'll go see him."
"Yes."
Led by the servant, Cheman came to a hut near the lake. There was a brazier burning in the room, and the shaman of the Tiger tooth tribe was throwing a bunch of strange plants into the flames, chanting words.
Amidst the smog, Cheman saw his father lying on the bed, his body covered with the fangs of various beasts.
"You go out first."
The shaman hesitated for a moment, but still led the servants out of the hut.
Hearing the movement, the old patriarch opened his eyes, looked at his youngest son walking to the bed, opened his dry lips, and asked weakly, "Why are you alone? Where are Cheka and Chimu?"
"They, all Dead." Cheeman said expressionlessly.
The old patriarch closed his eyes in pain, his body trembled slightly, and it took him a while to control his emotions, and said:
"On my behalf, write letters immediately to the fourteen nearby tribes. Inform them that the Reach people have invaded the land bestowed upon us by the gods. If they do not wish to be driven out of the place where they have lived for generations, they must unite and fight together... "
"Father."
Cheman interrupted, "Do you still want the warriors of our tribe to continue to bleed?"
"?"
The old patriarch glanced at his youngest son, and said angrily,
"What? Did you lose your courage after just one failure?"
Cheman looked straight into his father's eyes without flinching, and said,
"It's not about courage. Father , You have also seen the people of Reach, and fought against their army , don't you know where the gap between us and them is? Are the warriors of the tribe not as brave as them?
No!
What we lack is not courage, but piles of Bread and meat , well-made steel weapons, steel armours, and impregnable castles!
Without these, no matter how many wildlings we gather, we will never be able to defeat the people of the reach!" "
"Ahem, cough, cough ..." The old patriarch coughed violently, and seemed very angry at his son's words, "Then what do you want? Do you really surrender to the people of Reach? Be their slave?"
"Not a slave, but people "
"The people? Haha...cough cough..." The old patriarch said disdainfully, "Have you seen the people under the rule of the nobles? What's the difference between them and slaves?"
Cheeman retorted, "What about our clansmen? They're not even as good as the so-called 'slaves' in your mouth. "
He couldn't help coughing again and so violently that he seemed to cough up his heart and lungs.
Cheman looked at his father coldly, without any thought of coming forward to help, and even added fuel to the fire:
"Father, you are old, and your stubbornness will only make the Tiger tooth tribe fall into the abyss of despair. "
"Shut up!" the old patriarch gasped and cursed, "What? You still want to decide the future of the tribe? Wait until I'm dead..." "
"Okay!"
Before he finished speaking, Cheman picked up the tiger skin on the bed and covered his father's head.
"Woooo..."
The old patriarch struggled violently for a while, but was firmly held down by the young and strong son.
The flame in the center of the hut was beating violently, vaguely reflecting the silhouettes of the father and son.
Finally, the old patriarch stopped moving.
Cheman put the tiger skin back on his father, and put those messy fangs back in place.
After finishing all this, he stared at his father's face for a while, and finally rubbed his stiff face severely, put on a panicked expression, and shouted anxiously: "
"Father! What's wrong with you? Father! Saru, Saru!"
Hearing the call, the Shaman Saru who was guarding outside the house ran in quickly.
"Look at my father, he just passed out suddenly!"
Saru sniffed the old patriarch's breath, feeling terrified in his heart.
He turned his head and met Cheman's cold eyes.
Seeming to understand something, Saru quickly lowered his head and said,
"I'm sorry, Master Cheman, the patriarch...has returned to the embrace of the gods."
"What? Father!"
Cheman threw himself on the bed, crying loudly while hugging the old patriarch's body.
...
"My lord, you shouldn't accept the allegiance of someone like Cheeman."
On a high slope outside the camp of the Tiger Tooth Tribe, Todd Flower persuaded Samwell.
While watching the movement in the camp, Samwell asked,
"What kind of person is Cheeman?"
"A kinslayer!" Todd said seriously, "A person who can kill even blood relatives, What can't he not do ?"
Samwell pointed to the camp in the distance, and asked:
"How many soldiers do you need to attack this camp?"
Todd was stunned for a moment, and then said after deliberation:
"Five hundred people. "
"What about the casualties?"
"Maybe it will be relatively large..."
Samwell sighed, and said, "But Cheman can allow us to take down this camp without a single soldier."
Todd frowned and said,
"My lord, why do you insist on taking down this camp? After the previous battle, neither the Tiger tooth tribe nor the other savage tribes in this forest will dare to invade us again, so as long as we build up the territory safely."
Samwell sighed secretly.
There were some things he couldn't tell Todd.
The stable development is too slow, and the troubled time will come too fast. He doesn't have that much time.
Therefore, he must increase the population of the territory as soon as possible, and absorbing savages is the fastest way.
Tiger tooth tribe is the most powerful and most prestigious savage tribe nearby, taking it down is of great significance to subdue the savages.
Suddenly, the gate of the camp opened and seven or eight savages emerged, making their way toward the direction of Samwell and the others.
When the other party approached, they saw that the leader was Cheman.
He slowly came to Samwell, knelt down on the ground, and said loudly:
"Respected Lord Caesar, as the new head of the Tiger tooth tribe, I surrender to you on behalf of all the tribe!"
Samwell stepped forward and said seriously:
"I, Samwell Caesar, under the witness of the gods, accept all the people of the Tiger tooth tribe as my subjects. From today onwards, I will accept your offerings and at the same time give you shelter."
[END]
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