On the Brah Mountain, Hele tribe.

Layer rain curtains enveloped the entire Helei tribe.

The heavy rains for several consecutive days made the already heavy Hele tribe, which was already very heavy.

A few days ago, it was too late when the Hele tribe received news that the Koran tribe was encircled by the Britannians.

When they received the news, the Britannians had successfully wiped out the Koran tribe with lightning speed.

The time was so short that everyone in the Hele tribe was shocked.

When the Britannians invaded them, they were mortal enemies between the Hele tribe and the Koran tribe.

There was a long battle between the two films, but no one could do anything to anyone.

Anyone would be unbelievable when they learned that the opponent who was originally evenly matched with him was wiped out by another enemy so easily.

After learning that the Kolan tribe was wiped out by the Britannians and all the soldiers of the clan died in battle, Nalu regretted and blamed himself.

After learning the news, Lu finally realized that he had misunderstood before and wronged the Kelan tribe.

The Kelan tribe...or Ladao did not surrender to the enemy at all.

After waking up to this point, Lu fell into deep regret.

If he didn't have so much suspicion and didn't doubt La Dao, then this alliance would not have disbanded.

As long as the alliance is not disbanded, their Hele tribe and Kolan tribe can work together to fight the enemy, and the Britannians will not be able to defeat them one by one. Even if they have to forcibly capture the two tribes, they will inevitably pay more.

But it's too late to regret it now.

The Kolan tribe has been destroyed.

Now, on the huge Brah Mountain, only their Hele tribe is left...

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Merkar sat under a big tree with a frustrated face.

His unsightly eyes penetrated the layers of rain, looking at the mountains shrouded in the distance by fog.

——Is our Hele tribe going to be destroyed like this?

Merkha pulled the corner of her mouth and showed an ugly bitter smile.

After a few days of surprise defeat and the destruction of the Koran tribe, Merkha had no confidence in their struggle against the Britannians.

The surprise attack a few days ago was Merkha's first battle with the Britannians.

This battle completely refreshed Merkha's understanding of the Britannians.

It was not until then that Merkha realized that the Britannians were so strong.

The Britannians were not just equipped cowards as rumored.

They are equally brave and good at fighting.

They are also agile.

The surprise attack began with a one-sided massacre.

If it weren't for good luck, Merkha might have died in the surprise attack a few days ago.

The day after this surprise attack, they received news that the Koran tribe had been wiped out by the Britannians.

Merkha didn't know what the others were thinking, but he no longer had confidence in their struggle against the Britannians.

——Where should we go after our Helei division...?

Just as Merkha was worried about the future of their tribe, an anxious voice suddenly came from his side:

"Merka!Merka!"

"Hmm? Tru?" Merkar looked at his close friend who was shouting his name loudly, "What's wrong?"

"Merka! Have you seen Luge?!" True looked anxious.

"Luge? No, I didn't see it. What's wrong with Luge?"

"Luge is missing!"

"What?!" Merkha's eyes suddenly widened, "Is it missing?!"

"Yeah!" Tru nodded vigorously, "This morning, Luge's mother found that Luge had not set off from his room for a long time, so when she opened his room, she found that Luge was missing! Now everyone in the clan is looking for him! But now she has searched all around the tribe, but she has not found him!"

"Luge..." Merkha murmured the name of his close friend.

For some reason, an unknown premonition suddenly burst out from his heart...

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The Britannian Empire, the northern border, the Ligasus Mountains (Bra Mountains), and at the foot of the mountain, the Pingman Legion camp.

Dense raindrops hit every tent in the camp, splashing mist.

The clouds were pressed very low, making people breathless.

The rain tightly enveloped the entire Ligasos Mountains.

Deng Jiaer, wearing a raincoat, stood outside her battalion commander and looked up at the extremely low-pressed cloud above her head.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"This rain is really time..." Deng Jiaer murmured, "Successfully helped Heleduo survive for a while..."

After conquering the Koran tribe, Deng Jiaerben wanted to continue to do his best to destroy the Hele tribe immediately, allowing the Sharomanda battle to end.

But after destroying the Kelan tribe, it suddenly started to rain.

It suddenly started to rain for several days. Until today, there was no intention of stopping.

Even on such a rainy day, you can still go up the mountain to start fighting.

But this will make the casualties much bigger.

In order to minimize casualties as much as possible, Deng Jiaer decided to temporarily postpone the general attack on Helei's troops, and then start the attack on Helei's troops after the rain stops.

"I really don't know when this rainy day will end..."

Deng Jiaer shook his head and sighed a few times, then turned around and returned to her tent.

After Deng Jiaer returned to the camp and took off her raincoat, a messenger suddenly came:

"Chief Coach! Someone wants to see you!"

"Huh?" Deng Jiaer frowned, "Who wants to see me? Is he from the Northbound Administration?"

"No..." the messenger hesitated, "Yes... a mountain man wants to see you! This mountain man claims to be the head of the Hele tribe - Nalu's son."

"oh?"

Deng Jiaer's eyes lit up.

"The son of the Hele Tribe leader wants to see me? It's interesting... let him come over. I want to hear what the son of the Hele Tribe leader asks to see me. By the way, I also ask me a translator."

"yes!"

Deng Jiaer's translation must first go to Deng Jiaer's tent before the son of the Hele tribe leader.

Not long after Deng Jiaer's translation arrived, the son of the Hele tribe leader came.

After the guards guarding outside the tent lifted the curtain of the tent, a wet boy dressed in Helebu costume walked into the tent along the curtain that was pulled.

After entering the tent, the wet boy performed the etiquette of their Britannian Empire to Dengzal, who was sitting behind the long table, and said in a somewhat stiff Britannian language:

"His Excellency the Head Coach."

"Oh?" Deng Jiaer raised his eyebrows due to an accident, "You can speak Britannian?"

“Yes, I’ve taught myself.”

"Then our communication will be much more convenient."

After saying that, Deng Jiaer winked at the translator standing next to her, signaling that the translator could leave first.

After the translator left her camp, Deng Jiaer said seriously to the son of the Hele tribe leader who suddenly came to the door:

"Then--you can introduce yourself first."

"Yes." The young man said respectfully, "I am Luge, the son of Nalu, the chief of Hele tribe."

"Luge, right? Then, Lord Luge, we are now hostile. You suddenly came to the door, why? It shouldn't be for me to chat with you?"

"please……"

Lu Ge's lips were twitching.

His body trembled slightly.

Close your eyes.

Take a deep breath.

Then, as if he had exhausted all his strength, he shouted to Deng Jiaer:
Chapter completed!