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The night sky is far away.

Under the stars, the Langshi tribe is settled in cattle and sheep. A tent is scattered on the grassland. It is near winter, and the materials are scarce. Many elderly people have frozen to death in the late autumn night. The grassland tribe circulates a legend. Behind the Great Wall of Ink. The south of the south is milk and honey everywhere, there are no cold winter, and the four seasons are like spring.

The crow hovered from the night sky and eventually fell around the well. Jiang He crawled out of the channel channel, and his eyes quickly captured a few piles of bonfires around the distance.

"Boss, this is a medium -sized tribe of more than 40,000 people. Half of Qingzhuang followed Wanfu to the front line, and the rest was responsible for guarding slaves."

Most men in the grassland tribe are mostly able to fight on horseback. This is their daily survivors. Winter is coming, and the king court is south. Various tribes have responded and organized 300,000 troops. There are only one city on the entire grassland. It was the place where the barbarian sacrificed heaven and Danzan lived, named Longcheng.

In the past two or three hundred years, only one warrior has won the honor of "Longcheng". Dashan has been awarded in person, which is of great significance. It is said that it is a slave to fill several medium -sized tribes. To largely determine authority.

Whenever at the end of autumn, a tribe with sufficient grain and cattle and sheep will start to annex, break through other tribes plunder resources, capture the strong. After these young strong becomes a slave, only the tribal women who have been won by the winner can be freely integrated. It has to fight on the front line until death.

Generally speaking, this is a kind of new and old replacement and reduction of the survival law of resource consumption.

Jiang He pulled out the lion heart king helmet from the equipment bar, and then modified his appearance with a fire brooch, and finally put on his head to cover his face.

"Is there a problem with language?"

Wu He understood the other person's meaning and replied: "Before entering the world, the origin loaded a language translation module. In the ear of the barbarians, we said it is a pretty language, not affecting communication."

Jiang Hewei, with a long -hating gun, walked straight towards the slave detainee area in the center of the tribe center.

At this season, slaves are precious property, and most of the losses in the early stages must be borne by them.

The night is cool as water.

In the center of the tribe, more than 3,000 Qingzhuang was restrained on the grass, and the detain method was very concise. Laip a wooden stake in place, and then wrapped around the rock grass in the hands and feet of slaves. As the skin was stabbed into the skin, the pain was unbearable.

There are hundreds of barbarians in the detained area. After the launch of the transformation in the last generation, Bei Ban's iron smelting technology has greatly improved. Some tribal long gun textures are not lost to the An Bei Army's system weapon at all.

"Stop!"

A centurion hearing the footsteps that had never been covered, and looked back, the long figure walked into the sight, and the other party held a silver -white gun with a shot of the dark red line.

No answer.

The barbarian soldiers mentioned long guns, and they were not good at coming.

The centurion snorted coldly, lifted his legs forward, and the speed became faster and faster. Finally, with the roar, the long gun tied to the enemy's face, but the silver gun was faster, and the shadow was seen in the air. It became a blood mist.

The barbarian soldiers rushed together, and the long guns sealed all parts of the enemy, shouting to kill the entire tribe.

Jiang He held the tail of the gun, swept the round, and the energy value fell by two -fifths, and the dark red bloody moon rose.

After a shot, the corpse was covered.

Hundreds of barbarian soldiers were cut off, and the surviving soldiers stopped.

Jiang He stepped over the body and pool of blood and came to the detainet area to break a slave's chaotic grass.

"Follow me."

The slave shook his head like a life, and he was selected by a tribal woman, and he could restore freedom before winter.

Jiang He smashed him into meat, and the tip of the gun pointed at the slave next to him.

"Follow me."

"Walk!"

The slaves shouted out of control, and panic was still left on his face. The death of his companions suddenly had no psychological preparation.

Jiang He unlocked the chaotic grass on the group of slaves in order. As soon as he took a few steps, the unknown slave began to run towards the outside, and his escape drove more people.

At the same time, the cavalry of the Langshi tribe came together. More than a dozen cavalry rushed into the slave group to wield a knife and stab, splashing blood, facing possible rebellions, and weird foreigners. Essence

The chaos gradually rose. Faced with this wanton slaughter, the slaves started to resist. At first the slave who had escaped the slave without a horse, and was re -driven back.

The killing was getting worse. Some slaves rushed into the tent, and the knife chopped to kill a pair of mothers and daughters of the barbarians. Seeing this situation, Lan Shi Qingzhuang was desperately and desperately with the other party.

There are forgetting messes everywhere. There are constantly fell to the ground. The crow flews the fire between the tents. With the excited barking, the tent ignited the fire, the fire quickly expanded, and the entire tribe quickly spread.

"Try failed."

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

Jiang He stood at the barbarian center of the killing, and looked thoughtful. His primary plan was to rescue slaves and then led them to defeat the Ranshi tribe, but it was clear that the barbarians did not have a strong willingness to be free. A part of the part has long been ingrained.

Jiang He looked around. Even if he successfully controlled these slaves, it would be difficult to grow bigger and stronger by simply inflicting fear. If he wanted to build and control an army, he must have a basic base and a reward and punishment system. For nomadic barbarians, both of these were related to cattle and sheep, but occupying cattle and sheep meant sacrificing the speed of the cavalry. Facing the royal court, it was almost inevitable to fail.

"Then kill them all."

Jiang He converted all the remaining energy into blood poison, and then poured it into the little white snake in one breath.

Zhuang Ya raised her head and opened her mouth at her neck, releasing rolling white mist, sweeping forward like a tsunami, spreading with the wind, covering a small part of the detention area. Her snake mist, which was originally not toxic enough, was compensated by blood poison, and immediately showed strong lethality.

White Snake's innate talent, Huiyuan, was activated.

Zhuang Ya spent 70% of her own demon power, restoring Jiang He's exhausted energy value to the same 70% ratio.

The second combo skill was released.

A thicker snake mist gushed out, and the entire detention area was filled with white mist. Slaves and barbarians fell to the ground one by one, their faces gray and black, trembling in pain and dying.

Poison and fire descended on the Lan tribe at the same time.

Jiang He kept moving around, shooting and killing those barbarians who were running around. Thousands of people died in the center of the tribe, which meant that the Lan tribe had lost the power to resist effectively, and the remaining tribesmen fled in all directions.

At the same time, a burly old man holding a long spear rode his horse close to the Lan tribe where the fire was shining in the sky. He had no armor or helmet, cloth clothes and an iron spear, and his face was ordinary, but his eyes seemed to contain a cold light.

The burly old man approached the periphery of the tribe, raised his long spear, and then swung it violently. His muscles trembled irregularly. The next second, a lifelike true dragon flew out of the end of the spear. The dragon flew dozens of meters, and its power did not decrease at all. It fell into the crowd and killed more than fifty riders with a single shot.