Chapter 207： Gran's choice and kindness

When Ostara was attacked, more than 700 people fled into the forest.

Most of the refugees are women and children. There are also some cowardly men, as well as a group of loggers who have lived in the woods early.

Refugees don't have much time to clean up the food, they don't carry much food, and generally they don't even take cooking utensils.

All the people who escaped gathered in the forest. A group of women with children elected some loggers in the forest as temporary leaders. The home has been destroyed, where should we go next?

After some discussions, many people proposed to go to the Mellaren tribe.

Because everyone knows that the Mellaren people are the richest in the entire league! What's more, maybe when everyone arrives in Mälaren, the leader will be furious because of the Danish offensive, leading the army to counterattack, and the homeland lost by the Ostara can be regained.

People fantasize about this result and constantly comfort themselves.

The reality is still cruel and difficult.

To go to the Mälaren tribe, you must first rush to the Yärmalen tribe, from where you board the boat and cross the entire Lake Mälaren.

Among the refugees, some carry some entanglements, and some still have some daily necessities in their sackcloth pockets.

More people have worn out their clothes or their boots during the multi-day trek.

By now, the leather boots of the two little girls were almost damaged.

Since being released by the Danes, the sisters have followed the path of the previous escape, looking for their lost luggage.

When they found the linen pockets falling in the grass, they regretted that the clay cooking utensils inside had been broken. In short, there are still some oats in their pockets, but they can no longer cook wheat to eat, so they can only chew them dry.

Two children trek through the dangerous woods alone.

Fortunately, there are two self-defense daggers in the pocket. After all, they were also Vikings. The older sister broke the branches and cut out sharp blades with daggers, which served as walking sticks and short spears for self-defense.

What they fear most is the beasts in the forest, and sister simply hasn't forgotten the ability to drill wood and make fire.

After two nights in the woods, not knowing how much they walked, they finally found the crowd that had gathered. By this time, the girls had run out of food, and the situation of other people was even worse.

Those who have been left behind for too long are destined to die in the woods and become food for wolves or bears.

Even if the people gathered, most of them continued to move on purely with perseverance to survive. Some people have even eaten suspicious mushrooms, foaming in public and convulsing, and they won't move after a while. Whether it's a coma or death, other people are really helpless.

The two children covered their heads with burlap robes. Their dirty appearance, with multiple cuts in their clothes, completely concealed their identities.

Even the fugitives could not distinguish the identities of the two children.

They have also been concealing their true identities, for fear that after being controlled by the almost crazy clansmen, they will **** all the money out of their linen pockets.

A small bag of money and the only few pieces of amber left behind were the things that the sisters saved their lives after they arrived in the Mellaren tribe!

Now, the two children are sitting on the grass and cuddling each other, waiting for the adults' actions.

After a frantic scramble, some people were trampled to death on the spot, and some were seriously injured.

More people were too weak to grab even a bit of cheese dregs.

The leader of the Granite still stood on the bullock cart, facing the refugees who were still messed up, screaming: "You are our allies, and now our Granites have done their responsibilities as an ally. I give you a meal. , The next thing is your own, I have done my best."

For a moment, the people who thought they had found a life-saving straw panicked.

Those loggers who relied on their strength and became the natural leaders of the refugee team were the ones who ate the most in the fight.

Now these few people rushed to the head of the arrogant Granite and appealed: "My lord, we implore you, based on the past relationship, give us some more food. At least, let us arrive in Yell safely. Marron’s wharf."

The leader's attitude remained the same, "It looks like your leader has died in battle. You are men, and you have turned your back on your people. Why are you alive? Come on! Behead the coward!"

The leader could see that these guys were the leaders. Although they were all allies, he didn't need them now. Cold-blooded, except for the beautiful young women in this group of refugees who can be incorporated into the tribe, why do the Granians care about the lives of the rest of them?

The lumberjack didn't react at all, and even wailed, and was stabbed to death with a spear on the spot by the Granite warriors who were waiting for him.

The terrible scene was seen by other refugees.

The two sisters not far away saw the horrible scene of blood spurting, and they couldn't help but hug each other.

"Sister, aren't these people allies? How could they..."

"My dear, don't cry or watch. We will always be together."

Many refugees feel that the so-called cheese rewarded by the Granites might be the last supper. In the panic, many people, especially the woman holding the child, began to evade subconsciously, for fear of being beheaded by these irrational "allies".

After a while, about fifty warriors carried their shields on their backs, and their swords and axes were also inserted into their belts.

They were ordered to walk into the refugee group and immediately began to check all the refugees up close.

Soon, some young women were screened out and taken away crying.

Some women holding their children saw the warrior order their mothers to abandon their infant or young children, and forcibly take her away. The mother, who couldn't bear the separation of flesh and blood, dragged the child tightly, and even more, opened her mouth and bit the hand of the warrior.

It was a woman who had just witnessed the **** scene and was deeply stimulated. Now they are trying their best to protect their children. Even if they are taken away by the Granites, they must take the children with them.

But the leader of the [www.xbqg5200.me] Lanren has no intention in this regard.

The fifty strong fighters dispatched by the leader ordered them to identify young women and girls who are about to grow up among the refugees in a very short period of time.

The Granians must take advantage of the warm summer period to move to a new area to build new settlements to survive the severe winter in the near future.

The tribal staff did not have much surplus grain, because almost all of them were herders, and the means of production were all cattle and sheep on hand. On weekdays, their food is mainly milk products, and part of the wheat traded with the Mellaren and Yilmalun people. Cows and sheep are forced to drive, so don't expect cows and sheep to still produce stable milk during this period.

Cattle and sheep are the basis for the survival of the tribe. For the sake of their own tribe, the leader is reluctant to slaughter any cow to help all the Ostras who are in trouble. Besides, even if it is slaughtering cattle and sheep, meat and blood are the first to supply their own people.

Otherwise, the Granite will die.

The Granite chief only intends to save some young women from the refugees and incorporate them into his own tribe. As for the others, they are not worth saving.

Now, the selection scene of the Granite warriors for refugees seems to be a market for selecting slaves.

The two sisters who survived the catastrophe are still curled up together, they just don't know what to do. They felt that the Granians were no longer allies, and they were almost the same as the Danes who attacked.

The sisters expected the Granite to disappear quickly. In this way, the two brought a limited amount of food, and then caught a little bug or even a groundhog on the road. They should be able to get to the Yermalen tribe.

Once there, everything is safe!

Finally, a Gran warrior noticed the two huddled children.

Although both of them have linen heads and tried their best to pretend to be non-existent, the heads could not cover up the sisters' long golden hair.

The soldier stepped forward and lifted the linen cloth without warning.

"Two girls? Very good, an older girl." The soldier murmured to himself, and a big hand suddenly stretched out and pinched his sister's chin.

The girl bared her teeth in pain, and the warrior's hands were wet with tears.

"You are a beautiful girl, and you are lucky. Come with us now."

The soldier wanted to pull her sister up, and at this moment her sister jumped over and hugged her sister's waist tightly. "No, you can't take her away."

At this moment, my sister is also struggling as hard as she can. During the crisis, she opened her mouth as the soldier's hand and bit.

"Ah!" The soldier screamed, and subconsciously threw away the girl in his hand. Out of combat instinct, he was about to punch him with a fist.

After all, seeing the two girls hugging each other with their eyes closed, their fists were also loosened.

The soldier covered his hand with the tooth print and said angrily: "Hey, girl, do you want to die here? I can save you, but you can't save your sister. Come with me now, or you will be caught soon. The wolf eats it."

"No! We will die together if we die. We will not be slaves of your Gran. You, like the Danes, are not our allies at all."

The elder sister's words offended the soldier. When the man squatted down, she slapped her elder sister and knocked him down on the grass.

"You dare to say such a thing, it's a shame that you are a little bit charming. Give you a slap is to warn you, now follow me."

The sister, who was lying on the grass with her face on her side, showed completely murderous eyes. The younger sister hurriedly threw herself down beside her sister, but one inadvertently, her body touched her knees.

Who knows, the girl's right knee has become an untouchable place.

"Ah! It hurts!"

The girl screamed, and gently lifted her very worn skirt in pain, exposing her knees that were already running in thick water.

Seeing this scene, the soldier who wanted to take the girl away like a wild duck, completely stopped.

He cursed and said: "What a stupid kid. Some looks are hurt. We don't have medicine to save you. Soon death will find you!"

Then, the soldier actually left.

The elder sister sitting on the grass clenched her teeth, and squeezed her right leg with her hands to relieve the pain in her knee. Seeing that the samurai had already gone, she tried to pretend to be a okay person, and put on a gentle face to comfort her crying sister.

She wiped her sister's face: "It's okay, I'm okay. As I said, we will never separate."

"But, your knees."

"It's okay, I'm okay, we will all be okay..."

Even my sister didn't expect that her injured knee would start to drain. This is not a good thing!

Although she doesn't know the exact reason, the girl understands that some people's wounds are flowing with foul-smelling pus. If they can't get timely treatment, the wounded will soon become feverish and die in pain.

This is sepsis caused by wound infection, and it is also the main cause of death for wounded soldiers after battles of various tribes. Being on the southern border, both sisters knew the severity of the wound.

By now, my sister is no longer afraid of death. She felt that she might not be able to reach the Yilmalun tribe, anyway, her life might be gone, at least to save her sister's life. If you can, it's best to entrust your sister to a kind person. In any case, you can't be a slave.

The Granites selected more than forty people among the refugees, and they gave up the rest.

The businessman Fodgen, who has always been in the Granite camp, has been monitoring the actions of these guys.

By now, Fodgen could not stand it anymore.

He felt that the Granites were completely explaining what hypocrisy was.

With a few followers, Fodgen approached directly in front of the boss who was still standing on the bullock cart.

"My leader, you should save all the refugees. I saw that you just pulled some young women over. What about the others? You watched them starve to death?"

The leader looked dismissive.

Seeing that the other party ignored him, Fodgen gritted his teeth and called the leader's name: "Ok! You are hypocritical. Do you think it is honorable to save some people? More people are going to die! You! Obviously able to save them."

The leader is not happy to be criticized in this way.

The leader jumped directly out of the bullock cart, an old face almost touching Fodgen's forehead. "You call me hypocritical? What do you know?!"

As he said, his spitting sprayed Fodgen's face.

"You! As the leader, don't you want more tribes? You are now fully capable of taking in these Ostara refugees. After so many years, are you still willing to be the leader of a small tribe?"

"You don't understand anything at all!" the leader retorted angrily.

"I understand, you just can't save you. You have so many cattle and sheep, butcher some to feed them. Your tribe will soon exceed a thousand people, don't you want to be bigger in the alliance? Right to speak?"

"No, you still don't understand." The leader curled his lips and criticized: "We are also looking for new settlements. We don't have that much to feed. You said, I want to slaughter a few cows to feed them? Why? Many women’s husbands died in battle, they should go to burial! I picked some of them and fed them with our nervous food, which is my greatest kindness. You actually said I was hypocritical? Good, Buddha Root, you are merciful, you come to save everyone."

"I..." Fodgen was stunned on the spot.

The leader continued to chase and fight fiercely: "Don't you also follow us to escape? Do you have food? Give the refugees food to save everyone. Without food, how can you save them! Or else , You reward them with the bull that you pull in the cart."

At this moment, Fodgen looked at the refugees who were sitting around, and he was really powerless.

Fodgen calmed down and sighed, "I'm sorry, I'm just an ordinary businessman. Maybe only a big businessman can save them."

"You also know your abilities. My friend, I thought you forgot that you were a businessman! Remember, you are just a businessman, do your business well! I am different, I am a leader. I am As a leader, we must talk about saving others under the condition of protecting my life."

After calming down, Fodgen thought a little, he thought, if there was a disaster, he would definitely hoard food and give priority to feeding his family and servants. If it is a moment of crisis, even loyal servants must be abandoned.

this is the truth.

Thinking in another way, Fodgen estimated that if he were the leader of the Granite, he might be able to do something similar to the so-called "unfeeling".