I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

No one dared to get confused at the moment of life and death.

Soon the people of the Red Jiao tribe took out all the things Mu Feng asked for.

Mu Feng looked at the things in the same place and couldn't help being surprised: 16 cans of salt, no less than two to three hundred bone knives and stone axes, and four to five hundred furs.

Mu Feng sighed from the bottom of his heart: No wonder people say "When a cannon is fired, gold is ten thousand taels." As expected, war is the fastest way to accumulate wealth!

He grinned and didn't immediately express his position. Instead, he asked Xiong Daheili in a low voice: "If you are allowed to annex the Red Jiaobu, how many people can you want?"

Xiong Dayan also tried his best to become enthusiastic, but soon calmed down again.

Xiong Da sighed: "Great Chief, our Black Bear Division originally had not many soldiers and a small population. We can't swallow these people from the Crimson Dragon Division!"

Mu Feng shook his head: "I didn't let a tribe of you be annexed, my Jiang family is with you!"

Xiong's big eyes lit up, and gritted his teeth and said, "Fifty! We can't feed if there are too many!"

Yeli also said: "Our wild wolf clan can only have forty at most, and I am afraid that it will cause trouble to our tribe!"

Mu Feng nodded and said that he understood that, after all, the number of their tribe was originally very small, with only about two hundred people, and the extra population was both good and bad for them.

The advantage is that with more labor, the population of the tribe will grow faster.

The disadvantage is that there are more mouths to eat, and the food requirements of the tribes are also higher.

He sighed, and gave up in his heart the idea of ​​completely annexing the Red Jiaobu.

If the appetites of the two tribes were greater, and one tribe won over a hundred people, he would have to "eat" the entire Red Jiao tribe even if he took a risk.

But now there are only a hundred people who dare to ask for the two together, which has to make him reconsider.

You know, even if they wanted it, they wouldn't dare to ask for fighters from the Red Jiaobu, at most some young men and young women.

After all, no one wants to have so many strong captive warriors in their own tribe, burying hidden dangers for their own tribe.

As for children, no one wants to ask for them. If they ask for them, they are probably raising children for others-who wants to be the Back Pot?

Even if the Jiang clan's strength now far surpasses these two tribes, it is absolutely impossible to swallow the remaining 400 people at once!

First, the current slaves of the Jiang clan are already one hundred thirty or forty, plus the Jiang clan's own tribe, enough people open their mouths to eat every day.

Secondly, years of experience in history have taught Mu Feng that he cannot be fat with one bite.

In history, all dynasties, dynasties, and empires that relied on rapid plunder and rapidly expanded and developed were short-lived ghosts.

After all, the foundation of the rapid looting was unstable, and he continued to eat before he was digested, and finally he squeezed himself to death.

The Great Qin Dynasty in ancient times, Macedonia in foreign countries, and Little Japan in modern times...

Both are rapidly expanding and disintegrating rapidly, all because of the lack of a solid foundation.

After studying these years, Mu Feng naturally understands how to balance Xu Tu's aggressiveness and “making war fortune”.

After thinking for a while, the tribe of the Red Jiao tribe said: "We need half of the sixteen cans of salt for our three! We also need half of the fur! The bone knives and stone axes are left enough for the young and strong men of your tribe, and the rest belong to us! "

All the members of the Red Jiao Tribe looked sad and even more grief and indignation.

There are even hostile people.

Mu Feng grinned and sneered, and immediately started to nodded: "This one, this one, and that one... all come out, kill!"

The rest of the Red Jiao tribe immediately became frightened again.

Mu Feng continued: "Your tribe now needs fifty unmarried women, fifty young and strong, no warriors!"

The triangular eyes that fell on the ground finally got up while rubbing his chest, glaring at Mu Feng: "Are you trying to rob my Red Jiaobu?"

Mu Feng kicked him over: "Old Bangzi, get out of the way, just shut up if you don't want to die too many people in the red dragonfly!"

The people in the Red Jiao Department showed sadness, and a hundred people soon came out.

It can be seen that these 100 people are also poorly mixed among the tribes, and all of them are slightly yellowish and thin compared to other tribes.

Obviously, they all heard from Mu Feng's accent that he had no intention of annihilating the clan, and at this moment, they all got their minds-to push all the people who are usually suspicious in the clan to commit crimes.

After all, everyone knows that people who usually ask for marriage and go to other tribes have a very low status, not to mention that they defeated these people who were taken as prisoners in battle.

Not to mention, these people from the Yishui Tribe of their tribe are the best examples!

This is the dark side of human nature.

After being pushed out, these people were obviously desperate and resentful—they could already foresee their tragic fate.

But this is exactly what Mu Feng is embracing. What he needs is people who have been excluded from the original tribe and have low recognition of the tribe.

He looked at these one hundred people and looked directly at Lihuxiong Daheyan: "Of these fifty people, we only have 20 women in the Jiang family, and the rest will be given to your two tribes, how about?"

Xiong Dagen Yeli was taken aback for a moment, and then he showed ecstasy on his face: "Thank Chief Chief!"

Mu Feng said again: "There are eight cans of salt. My Jiang only needs two cans. How about the remaining three cans of each of your two tribes?"

Xiong Dagen also showed ecstasy again on his face, but he was obviously embarrassed: "Warchief, you are the leader this time, why do you want less than ours?"

Lihu was also anxious on the side: "Great Chief..."

Mu Feng just waved his hand, and asked with a smile: "Our three are the Friends Department, and helping you is also helping me Jiang, do you say you want it or not?"

When the two heard this, their expressions were agitated, and they knelt on one knee and moved up with one hand: "Thank you Chief Chief!"

Xiong Da solemnly added: "As long as the chief needs what my black bear club does in the future, my black bear club will do my best to complete it!"

Yeli also added a sentence: "The same is true of my wild wolf department!"

Mu Feng waved his hand and smiled: "You don't need to be so polite. As for bone knives and stone axes, I want half of Jiang's, and how about the remaining half of your two parts?"

How could Xiong Daheili, who had already received forty and three jars of salt each, not agree?

The two of them nodded in a hurry and agreed-they had almost enough weapons anyway.

Lihu finally couldn't help it, and leaned in front of Mu Feng: "Warchief, we have a lot of these bone knives and stone axes in our tribe. It's useless to ask for them. It's better to ask for more people..."

"People?" Mu Feng smiled and nodded, "Don't worry, it's indispensable!"

"Indispensable?" Lihu frowned secretly and muttered in a low voice, "Everyone has been given to the Black Bear Club and the Wild Wolf Club, where is there anyone!"

When Mu Feng heard this, he just smiled, ignored him, and looked at Xiong Dahe Yeli again: "How many prisoners have you caught from yesterday to now, what are you going to do?"

"Ah, prisoner?" The two of them reacted from the surprise, and made a silly look on their faces.

There were a total of more than 60 prisoners. They originally planned to discuss with Mu Feng for a few, but they did not expect that they defeated the Red Jiao Bu at once. Mu Feng gave them forty people at once, which was almost enough for their tribe to bear. The limit.

In this way, these slaves have become a burden...

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