Some giant wild boars were already gnawing on the vegetables in the field.
Many of the grains and vegetables, the Wild Boar Tribe chief didn't recognize, like red crystal rice and bamboo wheat.
But just the edible plants he did recognize were quite substantial in number.
"Harvest the grain!"
With a command from the Wild Boar Tribe chief, the Wild Boar Cavalry rushed into the fields, picking the grains they recognized and harvesting quickly.
On the opposite riverbank, the warriors of the Vine Tribe watched the actions of the Wild Boar Tribe, feeling as if their hearts were bleeding.
"The grain, our grain!"
Gan Song was so anxious that tears almost came out. That grain embodied the hard work of him and the Planting Team for more than half a year, almost ready for harvest, now being ravaged by those wild boars.
"Chief, we can't let them take away our grain!"
