I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Seeing Aryan, Mu Feng frowned.

The last time I saw Tutan, it was the same as the one in front of me, with colored patterns on his face, and I couldn't see who was who, let alone what they were thinking.

Not only him, but Hatta on the side is also covered in color patterns.

Mu Feng frowned and said, "Get some water to wash them clean, and then bring them back!"

Aryan was in grief and indignation.

Listening to the other person's tone, he is like a lamb to be slaughtered. After he is cleaned, he can decide how to eat.

The warrior Jiang nodded and dragged the two away. Zhahe explained how to capture Aryan and Hatta.

Hearing that Zahe said that Hatta had wiped himself with the blood of his tribe, he laughed blankly: "This Hatta is really a **** talent!"

Zhahe and others were taken aback, only to realize that the words of the warchief were really good, and that one sentence completely explained the stupidity of Hatta.

"Yeah, he is really a **** talent!" Zhahe grinned weirdly.

The people around me also secretly remembered this sentence.

Soon, Aryan and Hatta were sent.

Aryan is a middle-aged person, as can be seen from the lines on the corners of his eyes.

His eyes were brown and flickering, and they didn't look like a good thing.

And his face looked plump and plump compared to the shriveled Hata next to him, obviously because he had been in a high position for a long time, eating well and sleeping well.

Even so, his complexion is still black and brown as a whole, giving people the feeling that the fuel of those looks has been smeared on the body all the year round, and it has been "salted".

Hatta's situation is no better than him, and it can even be described as miserable.

He was thin and shriveled, and his sternum wishbone was visible, and he seemed to be the one who can't eat well with the boss.

The only thing that stood out was his pair of small, sneaky eyes, always looking around, irritating.

For some reason, when Mu Feng saw the eyes of these two people, he thought of a word-mouse sperm!

But at the moment these two mice are destined to be hard to play anymore.

Because what they are facing is the existence of more mouse sperm than them-Mu Feng!

Mu Feng smiled and looked at Aryan, knelt down and patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Look, it's still clean and pleasing to the eye, how dirty it was just now!"

Aryan felt aggrieved in her heart.

The colorful patterns on his body have been painted over the years, and for a member of the mountain tribe, they represent the supreme glory.

As a result, he was washed away by the other party!

In addition, the color pattern on his body was washed away when Yelau was abolished.

As an old saying goes, "The tattoo is on the human side, and the tattoo is dead."

Of course, Aryan didn't want to die.

Otherwise, he wouldn't try his best to provoke the people of the mountains to come out for revenge.

It can be said that Mu Feng's unintentional behavior has chilled his heart for a while.

Mu Feng said: "What do I ask you, what do you answer, can save a lot of torture!

Otherwise, let you die! "

A word, concise and concise, directly cut off Aryan's many thoughts.

"You, what do you want to know?" Aryan tried to calm down, but found that he could not calm down.

Mu Feng ignored him, but looked at Hatta: "You too, if you answer slowly, or make up nonsense, then you will die!"

Hatta nodded hurriedly: "Don't worry, the upper part, I must have something to say!

Just beg you don't kill me! "

Mu Feng smiled and said, "Then it depends on your performance!"

As he said, his face changed, and he asked in a cold voice, "How many supplements are there in the mountains?"

"This..." Hatta was about to cry.

Because he couldn't answer the first question.

Aryan also frowned: "Well, I, I don't know, there are almost one or two hundred, right?"

"One hundred or two hundred?"

"Less than two hundred!"

"You are Yelau, don't know how much more?"

"Some tribes are very few, there are only a few dozen, and there is no need for restraint, so it's not counted..."

"How much do you have to restrain?" Mu Feng asked.

Aryan's eyes rolled: "The only people who are really bound by me are the two mountainous areas, Shanxi and Zhongshan. Part of Shanbei and Shannan are also under my orders. As for Shandong..."

Aryan did not continue.

"Do not say?"

Aryan shook his head: "They didn't obey my orders. They didn't come alone this time, otherwise..."

"Otherwise you might beat us?" Mu Feng sneered.

He frowned at the thought of the result of this battle.

Da Jiang died of more than five hundred soldiers, while the opponent had only died of more than 3,000 soldiers.

In the end, these four to five thousand people were caught between two pieces of bread, and there were still two to three thousand to death.

It can be seen how hard the bones of these barbarians are.

Once such a person is put back, he will condemn Da Jiang in the future.

And his original intention was to kill as many as possible.

After all, the people in the mountains are untamable, and it would be a curse to put them back.

Even if there are only two or three thousand left in front of him, it makes him feel quite tricky.

Aryan saw Mu Feng frowned and thought, thinking that he was worried about Shandong, so he didn't dare to make a move. Turning his eyes, he simply said: "Although Shandong is only a district, it is the most powerful district among the mountains. Do you know most of Yunmeng?

No fewer than three to fifty thousand people were resisted by a district in Shandong.

The reason they didn't come this time was because they wanted to confront Yunmeng! "

His immediate meaning is obvious: Although they don't listen to my orders, they are a member of my mountain.

A mountain tribe that can deal with most of 40,000 to 50,000 is really about to come out of the mountain, so you can weigh it yourself.

Mu Feng looked strange.

This Aryan really ran the train with his mouth full, and he didn't tell the truth.

He was still talking nonsense when he died, and it seemed that there was no need to keep him, and he had to find another way.

If it really doesn't work, you have to let Truffle bring the Shandong woman named Heiduo over, ask about the situation face to face, and then make plans.

He waved his hand and looked at Zhahe: "Send him to Chaolu, and let him take him back to Blue Bird City!"

Zhahe understood, nodded grinningly, grabbed Aryan, and took him away.

Aryan panicked and yelled in horror: "You, you can't kill me! I am Yelau of the mountains, kill me, you will bear my anger from the mountains!"

"Oh?" Mu Feng looked at the captive in the mountains not far away, "Will you avenge him?"

Most of the mountain soldiers remained silent, as long as a few shook their heads.

Mu Feng glanced roughly, and said in his heart: "These people can't let go for the time being!"

Then he smiled and patted Hatta on the shoulder, and asked, "Do you know what will happen to him?"

Hatta was undecided, and swallowed: "He, he didn't tell the truth?"

"Yeah!" Mu Feng smiled, "The Yunmeng Department has long been annihilated, and Shandong District is also the weakest district among your mountains...

Tell me, should this Aryan die? "

Hatta nodded subconsciously, then shook his head hurriedly, and finally bewildered, crying to Mu Feng: "Go, upper part, please don't kill me!

As long as you don't kill me, you can let me do anything! "

Mu Feng shook his head: "It's not that you are allowed to do everything, but just answer my questions honestly. Can it be done?"

Hatta nodded and pecked at the rice: "You ask, you ask, I say everything I know!"

"it is good!"