After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

The originally ferocious hunter instantly became the slaughtered prey.

The black-clad Tartars tried to resist, but they were powerless under the sharp blades of the Yunzhou cavalry.

The Yunzhou cavalry used ropes to drag the living and lifeless bodies to the boundary marker like dragging dead dogs.

Boss Li looked at the yellow water marks on the boundary marker. Besides the smell of blood, there was also an indescribable stench in his nose.

His eyes were red, and he gritted his teeth and said, "The dignity of the Yunzhou boundary monument cannot be offended! Your crime is unforgivable!"

Brush brush!

The blood of the black-clad Tartars turned into a sea of ​​blood in front of the boundary marker.

When Aguduo saw this scene, she collapsed to the ground. Then she spread her legs and ran towards the direction where Gerlang was grazing.

"Gerlang! Abujiji!" Aguduo cried out in grief.

"I'm here!" Abujiji held Geerlang horizontally and ran over, one step forward and one step back, with anxiety and a hint of panic on his face.

"Gerlang is injured! Go call the witch doctor!"

The witch doctor in the tribe was an old lady with gray hair and almost no teeth.

She was now slumped on the grass, seemingly still not having recovered from the shock she had just experienced.

"Witch doctor, please have mercy and save my Gerlang." Agudo knelt in front of the old lady.

The witch doctor then turned his cloudy eyes and looked at the small figure stained with blood.

Abujiji carefully turned Gerlang over in his arms so that the witch doctor could see the wounds on his body clearly.

I saw a long knife mark running from Gerlang's shoulder all the way to Gerlang's buttocks.

The fur of his robe was covered in blood at the wound, and blood flowed out from the wound, soaking Abridge's hands and dripping onto the grass.

Wuyi stretched out his skinny fingers, turned over the flesh, and could vaguely see Gerlang's bones and internal organs.

"Abuzhiji, you should know clearly that with such a deep wound, Geerlang cannot be saved."

"No, my child, my Gerlang!" Agudo could not accept this reality at all.

Her heart seemed to be torn apart. If Gerlang was gone, she didn't want to live anymore!

Abuzhiji trembled slightly, and his tears fell on Geerlang's robe one by one: "Witch doctor, is there really no hope?"

The witch doctor shook his head regretfully: "Abujiji, you are a brave hunter in the Grass Tribe. You should know that even a strong wolf will not survive if it is seriously injured like this. Geerlang is a good boy. You should accompany him through his last days."

"Agudo, you are still pregnant. Maybe Gerlang will return to your belly and continue to be your son."

Aguduoer shook his head frantically, tears streaming down his face: "No, those are not Gerlang!"

The tribesmen surrounded Abujiji and Aguduo and looked at the young couple with pity.

On the grassland, it is normal for children to die young, and almost every family has experienced the pain of losing a child.

This wound may slowly scab over time, or it may remain a festering old wound in the heart.

But the sun will still rise from the east and set in the west, and life will still go on day by day.

"Agudo, make something delicious for Gerlang. He likes the milk cake you make the most."

"Abujiji, don't worry about the safety of the tribe, just focus on accompanying Geerlang. We are near the boundary marker and we are not going anywhere!"

Boss Li, who had just finished cleaning up the battlefield, came over, patted Uncle Diary's shoulder heavily, opened his mouth, but still said nothing.

In the narrow tent, Gerlang was lying on the wooden board, his little face burning hot as fire.

He frowned in pain and groaned. The wooden whistle hanging around his neck was completely broken, with only a small half left hanging on the rope.

Aguduo sobbed as he changed Gerlang's blood-stained robe. The action, which he could complete in an instant in the past, now exhausted all his strength.

A little straw grasshopper that was almost squashed fell out of the changed clothes, rolled twice on the ground, and was covered with dust.

"Gerlang, my goodness, Gerlang, please open your eyes and look at me."

Aguduo knelt beside the bed, rubbing his dry lips gently against Gerlang's face. Tears were like two small rivers, flowing through Aguduo's cheeks, lips, and onto Gerlang's hot cheeks.

"Little pony Dududu, where are you going? Ride to the river. Little pony Dududu, where are you going? Ride back to grandma's house..."

The nursery rhyme with a crying tone was heard outside the tent, and everyone who heard it couldn't help but look gloomy.

"Gerlang, Gerlang..." Agudo hugged his child tightly and called softly.

As soon as Abujiji walked out of the tent, he fell down weakly.

He looked up at the blue sky, where an eagle was flying with its wings spread.

Gerlang, his little eagle, is about to leave him before he can even see the vastness of the world!

Abujiji lowered his head, covered his face with his hands, and his shoulders kept shaking.

"Abujiji, my good brother." A tall and strong figure appeared in front of Abujiji, blocking the sunlight and casting a shadow.

"Buch, I'm sorry, I don't feel like talking right now."

Buhe squatted down, knee to knee with Abugiji, and lowered his voice.

"Abujiji, I have something very important to tell you. I once saw a Han Chinese who was also seriously injured like this. When I saw him again in the market, he was still alive!"

Abuzhiji raised his head suddenly and held Buhe's arm tightly with both hands: "Buhe, my good brother, are you serious? Are you not lying to me?"

Bu He nodded solemnly: "That man came from far away. Many people in his caravan were seriously injured, and it was Boss Li who personally escorted them into the city. I thought at the time that this man must be dead, but I didn't expect that I would actually see him in the market!"

Abu Riji seemed to see hope and stood up: "I'll go find Boss Li and beg him!"

Buhe stretched out his arm to stop Abuzhiji: "It's useless, we are not from Yunzhou. Even though Boss Li thinks highly of you, he doesn't dare to recruit you into the army. They won't let us enter the city!"

Abujiji felt like he was going crazy!

In despair, he finally saw a glimmer of hope, but now others tell him that this hope is just a mirage and there is no way to realize it!

"I'm not a good father. I failed to protect my son!" Abujiji kept lowering his head, not looking like the tribe's first warrior at all.

Buhe was also very sad. He knew the feeling of powerlessness, but if he didn't tell Abujiji about this, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

As the sun sets, only a trace of fiery red skyline remains where the sky and the earth meet, like a dancing flame, reflected in Abujiji's eyes.