I am the seventeenth prince

Chapter 302 Chapter 306 The Coerced Cavalry (3 More)
migrant population.

Hesitation, fear, despair and various negative emotions are mixed together.

The Patriarch looked at the group of people behind him, and his heart was very heavy, because his decision would determine the fate of his small tribe that had worked so hard for many years.

A rough voice sounded.

"Afraid of what he will do, we will fight him. Could it be that we just let him threaten us like this?"

These are the words of a female headwoman in the tribe.

The headman is the backbone of the lower level of the tribe after the patriarch, and is also the core of the lower-level organization of the tribe. Of course, because this kind of agreed name is secular and spontaneous, the structural advantages of the tribe are notoriously chaotic.

It is normal for some chieftains to be more powerful and subordinate than some patriarchs.

"Fight? What you said is easy. What do we use to fight? We don't even have a chance to hurt him. Even if others stand still and allow us to attack, we can't cause any damage.

The leader of your tribe tells me how to fight? "

"Yes! We are not afraid of death, but what about our people?"

"Okay, stop arguing, I'll go see him..."

Coming on a horse, a bearded man was holding a long-handled sword at the side, with a vision behind him, which bombarded everyone's hearts like a bomb.

To say that before this, these people were a little lucky, but what they saw now has already shattered their luck.

The tribal people are afraid of the totem warrior not because the totem warrior can wipe out everyone with one blow, but because ordinary people's strength is not enough to threaten the totem warrior.

The totem warrior is even a war of attrition.

Grinding can grind to death a small tribe that can't be restrained against totem warriors.

In the history of the grassland, it is not that no tribe has been exterminated by totem warriors. If one day does not work, then two days.

Therefore, the tribal people worship the totem warriors the most, because these people control the fate of the tribal people.

In the same way, due to the westward advance of the Yu Dynasty, the tribesmen saw that the master was slightly superior to the totem warrior, and the fear of the totem warrior over the years was naturally transferred to the master of the same level.

"Send five hundred elite soldiers, follow us, or die."

Raising the big knife, the light of the pen practiced knife passed by everyone, leaving a long gully on the grassland. There are many cracks on the edge of the gully, as if telling everyone that this is the boundary line between life and death.

"I can't take it, you Beiyu dog, just because you want me to work hard, go to hell."

Among the crowd, a young man was wearing animal skins, his bloodshot eyes were full of hatred, he first drew his bow and shot an arrow, then abandoned his horse and jumped forward with a machete in his hand, wanting to fight people desperately.

When the Yu Dynasty expanded westward, at the very beginning, many tribesmen died in conflicts where they met and fought again and again.

In the early terrain exploration, many people died on both sides, and this young and strong family member encountered a long-distance traveler.

It wasn't until the Yu Dynasty's power was established that some unnecessary killings stopped.

The corner of the bearded man's mouth showed contempt. He had discovered it from the moment he started shooting arrows, but he didn't take any action. In order for the next action to go smoothly, he had to let these tribesmen understand.

In front of his master, they are just ants.

Raising his hand, his eyes seemed to be radiating electricity, very bright.

The true meaning broke into the body, and the puppet who leaped forward seemed to be a puppet of a man with a beard. It moved with his hand, and in an instant, his young and strong body seemed to be cut into pieces.

bang.

The blood that was contaminated was like a sword light, with scattered blood, it shot back unscrupulously.

The sword qi was frenzied.

Left, right, right, there are no fixed rules, and the speed is so fast that even the strongest warriors of the tribe have no chance to react. In the blink of an eye, the blood-stained knife light is like a sharp weapon that can kill people.

"what!"

"what!"

There were screams before death, accompanied by crying.

Looking around, most of the dead are elderly people.

The patriarch's eyes were cloudy, and he knew it was intentional, so he purposely let him see it.

"Time is limited, and my patience is limited."

The bearded man was in no hurry.

But he didn't give a clear time, but for the tribal leader and the chief patriarch, every minute and second is a kind of torment.

Walking forward, Li Ye, who was not in a hurry, looked at the tribal people caught in the quarrel, showing a look of impatience.

"It's not over yet, don't wait, it's all dealt with."

As he said that, he spread his hand, and a crystal-clear real qi knife emerged like a substance. The light of the knife shot up into the sky, and went straight into the clouds of the nine sky.

The gathering of wind and waves intensified the power of the saber energy.

Yangtongjing took off the gun on his back, and the vision of red dragons flying and leaping formed one after another.

"We're out."

After a while, under the coercion and lure, Yang Tong Jing picked and picked, and slowly picked five hundred young and strong horsemen from the crowd.

Afterwards, these reluctant soldiers were led by Yang Tong Jing, and the group led the soldiers away.

The green mud rises.

The killing sound is shocking.

A rain of arrows fell from the sky like a forest, and the old and weak of each tribe fell under the attack of the arrow rain.

The blood that flowed out stained the grassland red, with red in the green.

It was another tribe that migrated quietly, but unfortunately this tribe rejected Yang Tongjing's proposal to ask for weapons.

The result turned into the scene in front of him, a crushing massacre.

On the grassland, there is no warmth among the tribes. When it comes to killing, these coerced tribesmen kill without mercy.

"I fought with you."

With a severed arm, a big man covered in blood, with a firm face, as he sprinted, the wolf with a broken leg behind him changed a lot, divided into clouds, and penetrated into the big man's mouth and nose.

From man to wolf.

Long wolf hair, fingers morphed into claws, vaguely looks like an upright wild wolf.

The figure swayed, and in an instant, the person had come to Li Ye's back, and the sharp light streaked across the air quietly.

Li Ye raised his hand, scales appeared on his arm, sparks sputtered, and there was a wound less than three inches.

"Stimulating changes in the physical body, simulating the structure of a wolf, the speed has improved a lot."

He praised it.

"You can actually hurt me, but you shouldn't be able to maintain this state for long." The eyes looked down, and the back eyes turned towards the half werewolf.

Suspicion flashed across the eyes of the half werewolf, and he stepped back.

When he retreated, his eyes blurred and he lost Li Ye's figure. The half-wolf transformation improved his speed and lethality, but at the same time it also affected his perception to a certain extent.

"late."

The sound from the right ear startled the half werewolf, and he turned around and swung his paw.

Unfortunately it fell through.

The blade light on the left appeared out of thin air, and its sharp breath crossed the body of the half werewolf. With the sharpness of the treasured sword, coupled with Li Ye's strength, the half werewolf couldn't stop the aura of the knife.

cough cough.

Separated into two corpses, the vitality of the half werewolf was long, and he struggled and coughed twice.

Kaka.

Li Ye twisted his neck, eight days had passed since the first group of tribesmen were gathered.

For the past eight days, a pair of opponents have been dealt with by Yang Tongjing and others, and the idleness almost made him panic.

Finally, there is an opponent who can play with, let him flex his muscles.

Then, he turned his head to look.

The red dragon turned around, entered seven times and exited seven times in the crowd, every time he left was a small piece of life, and the same was true for other masters.

A tribe of more than 8 people, under the attack of [-] cavalry led by the three masters of Yangtongjing, is called a loser.

During the eight days, the cavalry trained by Yang Tong Jing was not bad, but when the number reached [-], Yang Tong Jing would no longer increase the number of cavalry, and if there were too many, it would be difficult to control.

Every time he encounters a migrating tribe, he also forcibly recruits not many tribesmen, only five hundred.

This one is five hundred, that one is five hundred, and the number of three thousand is quickly made up.

In the past two days, he was also training, and at the same time he was robbing houses and armed with [-] cavalry.

Law law.

The horse stepped on the ground, and wherever it passed, the bodies of the tribesmen fell down.

Blood was flying everywhere, forming a river in a blink of an eye.

(End of this chapter)