I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

After saving Konoha and Asuka, Mu Feng ordered the people to head east to the southeast, and found a terrain with hills and woods nearby to settle in the camp.

At the same time, a cavalry was dispatched in the direction of the Bambu Department.

In the middle of the journey, he released two goshawk fighters and rode them to find most of his own.

Mu Feng told them the news that he would pass on to Morhan from generation to generation.

Then he brought Thunder Dragon, Da Huyou, Tow Bone Wood, A Gu Da and others in the account to discuss countermeasures.

In Da Jiang's battle this time, there were more than 2,500 warriors and more than 800 war slaves here.

Now after the First World War, more than two hundred soldiers have been injured, and more than four hundred war slaves have been injured. The casualties are not serious, far more than any previous battle.

If you don't plan properly, even if Jiang succeeds in revenge, his loss is immeasurable.

This kind of work that hurts the enemy a thousand and hurts 800 is definitely not doing it.

He now has to find ways to weaken the battle power of the squadron, and then he can destroy the squadron with the existing combat power of less than three thousand. Only then did he let the people of the Goshawk Division go back, in order to reduce the combat power of the Goshawk Division.

As long as the people in the Goshawk Department were withdrawn, even if there were three or four thousand Yuan in the Ministry, it would be a lot easier for Jiang to fight again next time.

He hoped Morhan would remember the pain of being beaten before.

So he has to wait two days and make a decision after seeing the situation.

Right now he was looking at Chaerhan's stick.

In fact, he had already discovered something strange when he saved Konoha before—this stick was made of copper.

Not only the sticks of Chaerhan, King Li also confiscated a dozen copper sticks when he rescued the hundred **** warriors.

And there are obvious signs of beating on it.

In other words, there may already be someone in the Goshawk Department who can make copper weapons.

He thought for a while, and someone brought Chaerhan over.

Although Chaerhan was rescued by Mu Feng, he is now firmly restrained and supervised by a dedicated person.

As for the injuries on his body, Mu Feng did not completely heal him, in order to prevent him from violent and wounding.

As a result, a strong man who was originally the same size as King Li was brought to Mu Feng with a sullen aura.

Seeing the young chieftain holding his big stick in his hand, Chaerhan looked angry, and his forehead was violent.

But when he saw King Li next to him, his eyes showed strong jealousy.

He already knew that he was definitely not his opponent.

Mu Feng took the lead: "Your name is Chaerhan, right?"

Chaerhan probably guessed Mu Feng's plan and snorted coldly, "So what!"

Mu Feng didn't care, and continued: "I want to know how many fighters there are in this combination of the Yan and your Goshawk."

Chaerhan shook his head: "I won't tell you!"

"Huh?" Mu Feng sneered, "Do you think I won't kill you?"

Chaerhan still sneered: "If you want to kill, kill, I Chaerhan is not afraid of death!"

Mu Feng nodded: "Well, you are not afraid of death, but Morhan is probably afraid of death!"

Cha'erhan frowned: "Who are you and why do you have to attack Yanma Bu?"

Mu Feng did not answer and asked, "Then why do your Goshawk Ministry have to help the Yanmei Ministry? Just because they helped you to attack the burly Ministry before?"

Chaerhan gave a cold snort, noncommittal.

Mu Feng didn't care, and said to himself: "Maybe the relationship between the two of you is really good. But that's when you still have one or two thousand fighters here.

If I think of a way to kill the warriors of your Goshawk Division first, do you think that the Maun Bu will treat you as it is now?

Or is it that the giant horns near you don't have any thoughts about you? "

Chaerhan frowned, but then still sneered: "No matter what you say, you are just thinking about letting our Goshawk Division leave the Department of Mammoth."

Mu Feng nodded: "Yes, I really don't want to face the warriors of your two tribes at the same time. But that doesn't mean that a fight is really going to happen, I'm afraid!

Moreover, I can also tell you plainly that if I want to, I am nothing more than letting the tribe die more, but I can destroy all of your fighters here, including the Bambu!

What I'm telling you now is just to make my people die less.

But I will kill you anyway! "

Chaerhan looked dazed.

He didn't doubt what Mu Feng said.

It's just that he couldn't figure out when he provoked such a powerful enemy.

And this tribe felt like it had emerged out of thin air. It was neither the Blue Bird Tribe nor any tribe in the Changli realm.

He instinctively felt that this tribe came from the southeast, but he didn't know where the "South" was.

The most important thing is that this person even said something that made Morhan suffer.

This reminded him of what Morhan said when he returned to the tribe last time: he was intercepted and killed by someone from the burly ministry.

But later, when Yanmei and Goshawk besieged the burly part in two steps, the burly part's performance was also very fierce indignation...

Without waiting for him to answer, Mu Feng shook his head and said, "Since you don't answer this question, then I will change the question."

"Huh?" Chaerhan was surprised.

"Is your kind of gold made by your tribe?" Mu Feng weighed the big stick and looked at Chaerhan.

Chaerhan shut up and said nothing.

Mu Feng was not angry, and Wang Genli directly asked for a Weng Jin hammer, carried it to Chaerhan by himself, and let him see it for himself.

Then he threw Chaerhan's big stick to the ground and said with a sneer: "I can guess it without you telling it.

Your tribe probably doesn't know where to find a place where you can make gold objects, so you get so many gold objects from this place, and then make a big stick this kind of weapon. "

Chaerhan looked at Mu Feng with a **** of a ghost.

Seeing his reaction, Mu Feng said with a sneer: "I also know that you are still trying to make it into a golden knife, but the blade of this golden knife is very soft. As long as it cuts hard things, it will chip and curl. It can't hurt the enemy at all. , So you can only turn this kind of gold into a big stick, right?"

Chaerhan looked very nervous, staring at Mu Feng: "How do you know this?"

Mu Feng sneered and didn't answer him. He just picked up a thick-backed iron knife and slashed at the stick.

With a sound of "Boom", a mark was left on the stick.

Mu Feng flipped his wrist, handed the iron knife to Chaerhan, and sneered: "Look clearly, this is the golden knife!"

Chaerhan looked tight.

Mu Feng suddenly smiled and said: "Okay, you can't live without telling me. Anyway, I'll give you the opportunity. Don't blame me if you don't.

When the time comes, my Da Jiang warriors will use these golden knives to chop off the heads of your Goshawk warriors one by one. I see how hard your mouths will be! "

Chaerhan couldn't help shivering.

But soon he sneered and said, "Before that, you should first think about how to not be killed, let's talk about it!"

"Huh?" Mu Feng frowned.

Because this Chaerhan was obviously terrified at the first moment, but suddenly he was extremely confident at the next moment.

Lost and crazy?

Just when he frowned and was puzzled, someone from outside the account ran in quickly and shouted: "Great Chief, it's not good, the people from the Mabu are calling us!"

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