I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

With the joining of the great Jiang cavalry carried by King Li, the rescue of Mufeng's road quickly came to an end.

Whether it was King Li's final word or the siege of Jiang's cavalry, more than two hundred goshawk cavalry were quickly destroyed.

Either kill or catch.

These people have no chance of winning in the face of Da Jiang's big players.

When they were all **** and escorted to Mu Feng's side, when they saw the dying Chaerhan, everyone showed a deep look of horror.

King Li looked at Chaerhan, frowned and said, "Not dead yet?"

As he mentioned the sledgehammer, he would go forward and make another one.

Mu Feng waved his hand: "I saved him!"

"Save him?" Li Wang frowned, "Why save him?"

"He is more useful alive than dead!" Mu Feng waved his hand and looked at the captured Goshawk soldier.

"How many people have come from the Goshawk Division this time?" Mu Feng asked.

Everyone looks at me, I look at you, their faces are shocked.

The other party actually knew that they were members of the Goshawk Division?

One person shouted sharply: "Since you know that we are members of the Goshawk Division, you know that you should not be an enemy of our Goshawk Division!"

Mu Feng shook his head: "I haven't killed the people of the Goshawk Division! Give you another chance to tell me how many people have come from the Goshawk Division this time, or you will die!"

The man sneered: "Kill us, your tribe will pay for it!"

Mu Feng shook his head and looked at King Li.

King Li picked up the sledgehammer and smashed it down with a yellow hammer on the side next to it.

Riding the yellow to fall to the ground can not afford.

Li Wang sneered: "Do you think your head is hard or this one is hard with a yellow bone?"

The man changed color suddenly.

Mu Feng pointed to Chaerhan on the ground: "Don't tell me, he will die again!"

The man looked at Chaerhan who was so angry that he gritted his teeth and nodded: "We have come more than a thousand soldiers!"

"More than a thousand?" Mu Feng grinned, "You are really courageous. It seems that the hundreds of soldiers you lost before have not allowed you to remember."

The man looked horrified: "Who the **** are you and how do you know this?"

Mu Feng laughed weirdly: "I know that you are suffering masters, you still don't know who I am?"

Now the man's expression became horrified.

Mu Feng waved his hand: "Since your Goshawk Division is here this time, who is the leader?"

The man had the intention not to answer, but seeing Mu Feng's cold expression, he dared not answer: "It's Morhan, the leader of my war!"

"Morhan?" Mu Feng smiled, "Hey, I'm still an old acquaintance!"

"You, what do you want?" the man whispered.

Mu Feng asked instead: "You answer me first, do you want to die?"

The man's expression stagnated.

Who can live and die?

Mu Feng nodded: "Just want to live!"

He motioned to the soldier to untie the man, smiled and said, "Now I will let you go back and tell Morhan that the man who took him from the Yellow Cavalry has come.

If he doesn't want all the fighters of your Goshawk Division to be here, he will take people out of the Mabubu, and don't participate in this battle! "

The man frowned: "You want us to retreat?"

Mu Feng nodded: "Yes, Morhan took the people back, and I let you go. If he doesn't go, don't you tell me, the soldiers he brought have to die too!"

After a pause, he said again: "I'm going to fight the Mabubu, and it has nothing to do with your Goshawk Division. But if you insist on mixing up here, then stay here and die together!

I can catch two hundred of you, just as I can catch two thousand of you! "

The man's expression changed and he was obviously hesitant.

Mu Feng smiled and said: "Oh, you are quite upset. Have you ever thought that once you are helping the men and women in war, once you warriors are here, how other tribes will treat you?

Your tribe will still be your tribe?

Your wife will still be your wife?

Will your children live well?

Think clearly before making a decision! "

The man's expression changed and he gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, I'll go!"

Only then did Mu Feng look at the big flicker who rushed over, and said, "Brother, you will be watching these prisoners for the time being. If they do anything, just kill them!"

Da Huyou knew the priorities, nodded and said, "Don't worry, brother, although I can't fight, it's okay to guard the rear!"

"Okay!" Mu Feng nodded, "The soldier from the Black Bear Ministry is responsible for guarding the prisoners!"

Xiong Da hesitated to speak but stopped.

Mu Feng waved his hand and said: "I know what you want to say, but your black bear club hasn't fought for too long. Once a war starts, casualties are easy to happen!"

Xiong Da reacted and nodded.

Only then did Mu Feng let King Li and himself lead people to rush to support Thunder Dragon.

Konoha was seriously injured and has been rescued, there is also an Asuka!

Mu Feng was anxious, and he didn't expect that the Yan Ma Bu had such a hand, which could make the Goshawk Division dispatch so many people.

If you hadn't brought people to come here with a pinch of time, wouldn't it mean that you would have suffered a great loss when you came this time?

Fortunately, he didn't worry for long, but from a distance, he saw Thunder Dragon taking a person to pick up the bird and hurried back.

Compared with Konoha, Asuka is much better.

Even so, his lips were chapped and bloodstained.

Seeing Mu Feng's first side, he hurriedly shouted: "Warchief, Konoha, he took people south to save me!"

Mu Feng nodded relieved: "It's okay, I have already met him."

Asuka breathed a sigh of relief, then closed his eyes and planted back.

"Chief leader, leader!" The soldier on the side hurriedly helped him up, full of worry.

"Flying bird!" Mu Feng hurriedly turned over and got off his horse, stepping forward and grabbing his arm, and he was relieved in the bottom of his heart.

Asuka is exhausted physically and mentally, and it is estimated that he had been hanging in one breath before.

Seeing Mufeng right now and confirming that Konoha was fine, he was finally relieved.

The fact that the two leaders of the Great Jiang Army can be forced to such a situation shows that the fighting power of the Yanmen and the Goshawks this time!

He remembered "Back to Heaven" to help Asuka recover, and before he woke up, he directly signaled to others to take Asuka to rest with Konoha, and then he looked at Thunder Dragon.

Thunder Dragon said in a deep voice: "The Great Jiang warrior was killed or injured more than two hundred and twenty, and the slave was killed and injured more than 400! The black horse mount and the brown horse mount lost more than 400 horses..."

Mu Feng's heart sank suddenly.

The loss is so great!

"How many of them are there?" Mu Feng asked in a deep voice.

Thunder Dragon said solemnly: "There are more than 3,000 people chasing Asuka, like a coalition of two tribes."

"Hey, goshawk..." Mu Feng whispered.

The idea of ​​killing all the goshawk prisoners of war that had just been captured had already moved in his heart.

But he immediately rejected this idea himself.

More than 3,000 people were chasing, and it was impossible to have all the combat power. There was at least another part of the combat power in the Yanmen Department.

If he kills these warriors of the Goshawk Division, it is bound to make the people of the Goshawk Division stand firmly with Yanjibu.

When Da Jiang faces so many fighters alone, he may still have to pay a heavy price if he wants to win several times.

For today's plan, he can only endure this breath, first select the Goshawk Ministry, and deal with the Yanmen Ministry alone!

He thought for a while and then asked, "Have you arrested their people?"

Lei Long shook his head ashamed: "There are too many of them, and we are eager to save people. They all focus on killing, and there are no prisoners."

Mu Feng nodded and waved his hand: "Okay, I see."

Then he fell into deep thought, thinking about how to fight the next battle...

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