I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Tonight is destined to be a sleepless night.

Jiang's is because of excitement.

The black bear department and the wild wolf department were excited and happy because of turning over and taking revenge.

The Red Jiao Bu alone is out of panic!

Because of the three or four hundred hunting team soldiers in the entire Red Jiao Department, there are now only a hundred people left, and only one hundred and fifty people are left when counting the young men!

They went from heaven to **** in just three days, and they fell into a tribe that was as powerful as the black bear clan!

But they also know that this is only temporary, and those people will come again after dawn, and then it will be time for their Red Jiaobu to face a life and death decision!

And all of this is thanks to the person who swears at the door of the tribe during the day!

At the moment, whoever regrets the Crimson Jiao Department will undoubtedly be the old man with the triangular eyes of their warchief.

At the bottom of his heart, he hates and fears Mu Feng. He really can't understand which tribe has such a vicious little boy, and can come up with such a shameful way to deal with their Red Jiaobu.

"Beast mounts, wolves, weapons that have never been seen before..." Triangular eyes were full of bitterness, and if he secretly wanted it to be possible, he would definitely not let Wu Chi go out to plunder.

But when everything happened, there would be no more ifs. Right now he could only passively wait for dawn and wait for the other party to come again.

This night was absolutely torment for the Red Jiao Bu. They never thought that they had always been the inflictor of pain, and one day they would also become the sufferer.

If Mu Feng knew their thoughts at this time, he would definitely say the last sentence-he would have to pay it back sooner or later when he came out and got mixed up!

Nothing unusual that night...

The next morning, when the sky was finally cleared, the entire Red Jiao Department also felt that they had finally endured the extreme. Many people sat on the ground with their eyes absent, as if they were abandoning themselves.

Mu Feng brought the Jiang family, the Black Bear Tribe, and the Wild Wolf Tribe across the northern part of the Crimson Dragon Tribe in a majestic manner at this time, and came directly in front of the Crimson Dragon tribe who had been huddled together.

I have to say that a lean camel is bigger than a horse.

Even after two battles, the Red Jiao tribe's personnel lost so much, there are still more than 500 people left in their tribe!

This is the background of the big tribe, as long as they are given a period of time and enough food, this tribe is bound to rise again.

After all, in this era, talent is the greatest capital!

But Mufeng would not give them such an opportunity.

What he has to do today is to completely dismantle the Red Jiao Bu and let them lose the opportunity to turn over.

It wasn't that Mu Feng was cruel, even if he was replaced by the Mang Dragon Tribe, Mu Feng didn't have such a strong determination to let them die.

But for this Red Jiao Department, Mu Feng had to do this.

Because the big streamer hanging in front of the triangular-eyed door was hung with human skin, he couldn't bear it.

Hanging banners with human skin is no different from Jingguan.

In detail, the Red Jiao Department poses little threat to Jiang's family, far inferior to the previous Black Tooth Department and Yellow Wind Department.

However, what the Red Jiao Bu did was beyond the limit of Mu Feng.

He asked himself that he was not a good believer, but he was not a man of integrity.

Although he recognized Lu Xun's burning company, he couldn't accept Wu Zixu's grave-digging and corpse digging.

They are different from each other's camps. It is a skill to conspire to kill each other, but it is already in vain to insult the corpse after death!

If Mu Feng didn't have such ethics in his heart, he would definitely not do something like "I would rather fight the living to seize the clothes than take a strand of the dead body".

And the Red Jiaobu and the triangular eyes are undoubtedly the bottom line that touched the bottom of his heart!

Three parts headed by him, passed through a messy Red Jiao part, and came to Triangle Eye and his tribe.

They knew each other well that as long as the Red Jiao Tribe dared to resist, they would not face the question of how many more people would die, but that the Red Jiao Tribe would face the extinction of their clan.

So Triangular Eyes stood in the middle of the crowd with a cane, watching Mu Feng lead people to him.

Seeing Mu Feng's respectful attitude towards him, his triangular eyes suddenly narrowed-he never expected that Mu Feng would be the leader of their attack on the Red Jiaobu this time!

As for the three groups of people behind him, they were followed by three people, and he didn't know him alone.

It's no wonder that, as a great chief, he only gives orders in the tribe every day, and rarely goes outside the tribe, and it is normal not to know Xiong Daheyan.

What was horrified and strange in his heart was how the young man in front of him became the leader of the three tribes in front of him. Is it possible that he belonged to a large tribe?

But he thought about the several big tribes around him, and he never thought of a young leader like Mu Feng.

"Fang Lei, Yunmeng, or Changli?" There were countless thoughts in the triangular eyes, "Could it be the blue bird that migrated from the extreme west?"

Just before he could understand the answer, Mu Feng snorted coldly and pulled him back to reality.

The old man immediately realized his situation, and a bit of bitterness appeared in his eyes after a vaguely vague touch of resentment.

He looked at Mu Feng and said calmly: "I am the Great Chief of the Crimson Jiao Tribe. My name is Oolong. I don't know who the clan brother is?"

Mu Feng sneered: "Stop friendship with me, I'm not familiar with you!"

Just this sentence made everyone stunned.

The triangular eyes were even more ugly, and a trace of hatred appeared under his eyes, but it was quickly suppressed. He bowed his head slightly, trying to make his attitude look more "respectful".

Mu Feng snorted coldly: "Stop talking nonsense, just tell us how you plan to let us let us let go of your Red Jiaobu!"

The triangle eyes were once again taken aback. He couldn't help but squeezed the crutch in his hand, his knuckles turning white because of the forceful clenching.

If Mu Feng didn't see him, he just looked at him with a sneer.

Behind the triangular eyes, the Red Jiaomen gritted their teeth one by one, eager to try. A few people even clenched the bone knives in their hands quietly, preparing to make a desperate move.

Lihu, Hanshu and others, who were always paying attention to their movements, sneered at the corners of their mouths, and took a slight step forward.

At the same time that the two of them had just taken a foot, the few people holding the knife also rushed up, making it clear that they were going to kill Mu Feng.

Perhaps no one has told them the truth of "shooting people first, shooting horses, capturing thieves first capturing kings", but right now they understand that as long as Mu Feng is killed, their Red Jiao Department may still have room for change!

It's just that the result is destined to disappoint them.

Not to mention that Hu and Hanshu were already prepared, even Mu Feng, who was so close to them, watched them sarcastically as they pounced, first kicking one over, and then raising his hand with a punch and ramming the other. On one chest, two people fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time!

But the other two were not so lucky. They were shot directly by Lihu and Hanshu. When the chest was pierced and pressed to the ground, blood was all over the floor!

Mu Feng clapped his hands and dusted it, then smiled and looked at the triangular eyes: "If you think this way will make me happy to leave, I don't mind!"

With that, Mu Feng took a step back, moved his hand, and turned to leave.

The tribesmen next to him already knew what he meant, and they all stepped forward, bamboo spears, bone knives, and sticks. The blood on them was still wet!

A trace of panic finally flashed in his triangular eyes, and he lowered his head a few points again: "As long as I can exterminate the Crimson Dragon Clan, I will do my best to satisfy your request!"

Only then did Mu Feng turn around and said with a smile: "You are waiting for this sentence!"

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