Chapter 348 Tongue

The old mouse never thought that one day he would be hung on a tree as bait.

A stone was stuffed into his mouth, and he was tied up with a rope so he couldn't spit it out, let alone yell out, only a whining nasal sound, and he could hear the fear in his heart.

If you look closely, there are many bloodstains on the old mouse, all cut open with a small knife, not deep, it looks scary but it will not hurt your life, and even most of the wounds have dried up and are not bleeding, only the calf There are a few of them that are still oozing out in a small amount.

Surrounded by a sparse grove, there was silence, only the whimpering of old mice.

The old mouse was hung on it an hour ago by Tan Bin and others. They detoured overnight and passed in front of the barbarian team, and then searched for this place to arrange it, wanting to see if the plan they discussed yesterday could be achieved.

As for bloodletting, this was done in consideration of luring the other party to the bait. After all, the nose of wolves is several times stronger than that of humans, and they can smell some special smells, such as the smell of blood, from a long distance.

In addition, this position was also chosen with great care, not blocking the opponent's main direction of progress, and not too far away to be ignored, just enough to attract attention, but not too much attention.

Of course, this was all planned by Tan Bin and others, and they don't know whether it will be as they thought.

The sun started to hit the middle, the temperature was high, and the bloody smell on the old mouse was also evaporated with the wind

At about the beginning of noon, the old mouse who was hung on the tree saw through the shade of the tree three riders approaching in the distance. After a few more breaths, it became clear that it was the three wolf cavalry!

The mounts of barbarians are different from those of humans.

The vast majority of human races choose horses for their transportation and leg strength. Firstly, they have good endurance, secondly, they are also very good at carrying weight, and secondly, the horses are relatively docile and tame. Finally, the feed is also easier to find, which can form a large-scale domestication.

However, the mounts of the barbarians are all kinds of strange things, mainly depending on the ethnic group.

Even for some groups with huge bodies, such as the cattle and elephants, it is difficult for them to find suitable mounts because of their huge size, so they mostly fight on foot. The size of the wolves is about the same as that of the human race. In order to pursue mobility, they will naturally choose mounts, but their mounts are not horses, but wargs.

A warg is a huge beast, wolf-shaped, canine, with a shoulder height of up to half a foot. It runs extremely fast, and its temperament is fierce and aggressive. It is much more aggressive than a horse. It can directly participate in combat on the battlefield to kill or injure the enemy. Attacks enemy mounts during combat.

The only disadvantage is that the wolf's stamina is not enough, the time to maintain high-speed running is only half of that of a horse, and the wolf eats meat. With such a large body, one can imagine how much meat it eats in a day. Breeding difficulty and horses are not on the same level. So even in the wolf tribe, the number of wolf cavalry is actually only a small part.

The old mouse was hanging on the tree, and his heart ached. He hated the three bastards who hung him here, but he was even more afraid of what would happen to him later. It wouldn't be good if he fell into the hands of the wolves in the end, and it was entirely possible that he would be eaten alive.

Soon, the three wolf cavalry arrived outside the grove, roared the language of the wolf tribe, and immediately dismounted the wolf. The three of them drew their weapons and began to walk into the woods under the warning of the wolf.

Soon, the three wargs found the old mouse hanging from the tree, whining and circling around the tree, their noses kept sniffing, and their eyes went back and forth between their master and the old mouse on the tree. It seems to be asking if they need to bite off the thing hanging on it.

With a height of three to four meters, it is easy for a wolf of this size to jump up and bite.

The old mouse also understood, the whirring nasal voice was rough, he was very afraid that if the worg jumped up and bit him, at least he would lose a leg.

Then the three wolves stood cautiously in the distance with their heads tilted for a while, and when they found that there was no problem, they each approached a few steps in doubt, then stopped, and then yelled a few times, and saw the three wolves Start hitting trees.

The tree slightly thicker than the mouth of the bowl could not withstand the impact of the three wargs, it was broken after a few blows, and the old mouse on the tree rolled its eyes in pain when it hit the ground. Then his whole body became stiff, because the huge smelly wolf's mouth was less than a foot away from his head, looking at the bared teeth, he might not be able to easily decapitate him in one bite.

At this moment, the old mouse hoped that the three bastards hiding in the dark would act quickly, otherwise he might be fed to the wolves as a snack.

No matter how eagerly the old mouse yelled in his heart, the wolf's mouth still reached him. It's just that he didn't bite it down, but held it in his mouth, turned his head and brought it back to the three wolves behind.

The appearance of the wolf clan is more beastly, not as pleasing to the eye as the fox clan and cat clan, it is very ferocious.

One of the wolves pulled out a scimitar, as if trying to break the rope tied around the old mouse's mouth.

But the sudden change between the light and the flint!

The originally quiet grove suddenly "changed", instantly pulling everyone including the old mouse and the three wargs into the illusion.

Then three figures appeared out of thin air from the three clumps of grass on the side, and they raised their knives and dropped them. The eyes and brains of the three wargs were all pierced, and they died instantly on the spot. Then the three of them kept on swinging the short knives one after another, not taking any vital points but only hurting the big tendons in the hands and feet.

It took only seven breaths before and after, and the scene repeated in an instant.

"Give him a talisman to suppress, this guy will be really angry!"

"Okay. Tie them all up! Withdraw as planned!"

The three of Tan Bin didn't stop for a moment after they succeeded, packed up their things, and continued to put the old mouse behind the horse's buttocks. The three wolves had their tendons and hamstrings cut off, tied up firmly, and were also tied to horses to carry them away.

There are plenty of horses. They had always carried the horses of the three slave traders they had killed before as wheel rides, and now they were just right for carrying the captives.

And Tan Bin and the others are retreating in the direction of Wuhu Lake, where there are the most human races, and it has always been an important supply point for the slave trade association. To a large extent, it deters possible wolf chasers.

As for completely hiding the trace? This is unlikely. So I can only take advantage of it.

This run ran from morning to evening. If it wasn't for the fact that the horse couldn't run anymore, Tan Bin and the others wouldn't have stopped.

"Rest for an hour, then lead the horse and continue to walk north. The fourth child will take care of the horse, and the fifth child, you and I will ask a few questions first."

"Good boss."

Three, four, five, it wasn't the pseudonyms that Tan Bin gave only to the old mouse, these three names were also used among the three of their companions. As a secret agent, it's best not to know anyone except your own upline.

The "fourth" went to take care of the exhausted horses, unloaded the heavy loads, gave them water, and let them graze.

"Old Five" and Tan Bin first mentioned a wolf family, leaned it against a tree, and began to question.