I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

After the first wave of javelins were thrown out, the Manglong Department directly fell over 30 people.

The morale of the Jiang tribe is greatly boosted.

Without waiting for the people from the Mang Dragon Club to react, Mu Feng waved his hand and shouted, "Throw a gun!"

The javelin flew out again.

This time the people in the Mang Dragon Club were finally busy, running left and right to avoid them.

It's just that they stood in a crowded place before, and when they dodge the javelin in a panic, no one cared about the people around them. They bumped and fell over.

In this way, although only twenty people were shot by the javelin, one-third of the people who dodge the javelin hit!

Right now, Jiang's people no longer need Mu Feng to command, the third round of the javelin rushed to the second round of the javelin when it landed directly!

Before the man who fell to the ground in Manglong's Department stood up completely, he slammed the bamboo spear that fell from the sky again.

This time there are more than 30 people!

And the most important reason for this result is that the people of the Mang Dragon Division are too crowded!

The leader of Manglong finally realized the problem and shouted: "Disperse, disperse!"

The people around him hurriedly dispersed and avoided.

The fourth round of the javelin was about to be thrown out, Mu Feng decisively shouted: "Change the stones!"

So more than one hundred and twenty stones were thrown at the men of Manglong.

Unlike the javelin, the stone can be found everywhere, so Jiang is especially well prepared.

In the eyes of the mang dragon department, the sky was like a "stone rain".

"what!"

"what!"

"what!"

The cries of participation in the Mang Dragon Ministry came one after another, and dozens of people were injured by the stone!

After only a while, the Mang Dragon Tribe came to the people who had already fallen half down!

"Good!" Lihu shouted excitedly.

He had never been so happy before. The other party clearly had half the number of people on his side, but he fell more than half of them before he even approached them.

He knew for the first time that a battle could be fought like this.

"Warchief!" Lihu's face flushed, "They are half down! Let's go and fight them now!"

"Huh?" Mu Feng looked at him questioningly, "Why?"

"Now they are almost like us uninjured, we can fight it!" Lihu's eyes were awe-inspiring, "Please let me take them to the battle!"

Mu Feng was stunned for a moment, only to feel that Lihu's brain didn't seem to be bright.

He shook his head: "Not yet!"

"Why?" Lihu was surprised.

"Now that they have just killed so many people, it is the time when they are extremely angry. You are rushing over now, and they will kill them with red eyes, and they will fight us hard!"

Mu Feng shook his head and said, "Now that we have few people, we can avoid casualties as much as possible! Living is the most important thing!"

"I understand!" Lihu nodded, "I was impulsive!"

"Don't worry, wait until they start to escape." Mu Feng clenched his fist fiercely, and smashed in the air, "Grab the fangtai platform and let the Mang Dragon Ministry pay!"

"Yes!" Lihu nodded in excitement, shouting and commanding.

The leader of the Mang Dragon Tribe was already furious. Originally, he brought people a few hundred miles away, just to rob the Jiang clan.

This was originally an easy task, but I didn't expect that even a finger from the Jiang clan would fall down on my own side without a finger!

Especially those weapons that the other party didn't know what they were, could actually fall from the sky and stab people directly.

"Witchcraft, it must be witchcraft!" The leader was frightened. He took a bone knife and pulled a javelin away, shouting, "Go, go back!"

The Manglong people who had received the order screamed and lifted up their companions, ignoring the bone knife and big stick on the ground, and fled back in embarrassment.

"It's now!" Mu Feng waved his hand, "Grab the leader of the Manglong Division! Grab the Yakuotai!"

The young and strong Jiang cried out loudly: "Grab the tooth wide platform!" Then one by one picked up the bamboo spears, rushed out of the protective wall, and rushed towards the manglong people who fled.

The people in the Mang Dragon Division are very scared. Who has seen such a battle?

Lihu took the lead, and the anger that had been holding back for a long time broke out. He chased the Yakuotai with a huge wooden stick and beat him without any rules.

Ya Kuotai was obviously fleeing like a tide. He just wanted to quickly escape from Jiang's family, and he couldn't even bother to fight back.

As a result, the Jiang clan member who was chasing up from behind gave him a bamboo spear and grabbed him.

Lihu, who was not angry, went up to kill him, but heard Mu Feng yelling: "Stop, don't kill him!"

"Warchief!" said Lihu bitterly, "it was he who led people to steal the fire and fur of our tribe!"

Mu Feng shook his head: "I know, but he keeps it useful!"

Not only Lihu, but even the captured Ya Kuotai was obviously taken aback, staring at the young tribal chief in an extremely nervous manner.

"You, what do you want to do?" Ya Kuotai asked tremblingly, with both the fear of life and death not in his own hands, and the natural fear of facing the warchief.

"Don't worry!" Mu Feng squatted down with a smile, reached out and patted his teeth on the shoulder of the broad platform, just like an elder is patting a younger one.

"I won't kill you, I will let you go!" Mu Feng's face was gentle.

"what?!"

Not only Yakutai, but the people around, including Lihu and Mingguang, were shocked.

"You don't kill, don't you kill me?" Ya Kuotai asked in surprise, obviously not believing it.

"Yeah!" Mu Feng continued smiling, waved to interrupt Lihu and others who were about to speak, and continued, "I can let you go back, but you have to promise me a condition?"

"Conditions?" Everyone was taken aback.

"Yes!" Mu Feng said with a smile, "I can let a few of you go back. After you return to the tribe, come over and replace us with double fur and salt!"

"If you don't want it, it's okay. If you kill you, I, Jiang's people, can go over and get it back!"

"You, promise or not?"

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