I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

In the afternoon, almost no people came to the city, and the wolf department even packed up their things and went back.

Then Mu Feng came to Da Huyou's tent and said goodbye to Da Huyou, saying that he was going back to the tribe.

As for the affairs of Mo Xiong's ministry, Da Huyou asked, but was prevaricated by Mu Feng.

Anyway, he still has no idea how many people such a tribe can absorb. Maybe a tribe can accept it, and maybe the whole tribe has to become slaves.

He estimated that he would be able to fly back to the tribe this afternoon at the speed of the carrier pigeon, and at the speed of Wanliyun it should be noon tomorrow, and at the latest afternoon he would be able to reach the tribe.

But if Han Shu and the others received a letter from the carrier pigeon and set off early, they might have encountered it out of the forest or somewhere in the middle of three or four mirror cities.

"It seems that I want to wait for them to set off together." Mu Feng thought to himself, "Forget it, anyway, even if you follow them, you won't be able to show up with everyone."

So he instructed Baiyue and Huang Chuan to take more than seventy spirits to ride behind, while he took the flying birds and Zhahe and led the little thirty men on horseback outside the tribe to look for rat whiskers.

Baiyue is a little worried. After all, the Moxiong tribe is not another tribe. This tribe is notorious. Who knows if they will regard these more than 20 horses as their food, and when they arrive in the tribe, they will suddenly kill them?

Mu Feng smiled and said: "Don't worry, they don't think they will do anything to us before eating our big ginger. Even if they have any other ideas, there is a big thunder, and a voice is enough to deter them. Give us time to escape, and at least it will be able to support you until you can come!"

Baiyue frowned and nodded: "Warchief, why don't you follow them with me, will you lead someone behind?"

Mu Feng smiled and shook his head: "No, the Great Chief Mice is a cunning and suspicious person. If you see me not going, things will happen again by then. Plus there are marijuana seeds trailing nearby, the problem shouldn't be a big deal!"

Bai Yue had no choice but to nod and agree.

So Mu Feng rode a man out of the black bear department and headed to the place he had discussed with the mouse.

The mouse obviously had to wait for a long time, and before Mu Feng found him, he ran out of the bushes by himself.

There were more than thirty tribesmen who appeared with him.

When they saw Mu Feng's group of twenty people all riding on horses, they all had different expressions.

Some eyes showed the same look as if they were looking at prey, that is, they regarded these mounts as food.

Some have envy in their eyes, and their eyes are full of envy.

Others were unbelievable. It seemed that a tribe with the same number of them could have more than 20 horses!

Of course, there are also people who show greed...

Mu Feng has a panoramic view, if he doesn't see it.

"Old, brother!" Mouse must have a look of envy, "Are these all the mounts of your tribe?"

"Yeah!" Mu Feng said with a grin, "It's all ours!"

"Where did you get these horses? Don't you be afraid of being snatched by others?" The rat had to stare at the horses, and subconsciously asked such a sentence.

Mu Feng laughed and shook his head, with an arrogant gesture of "the world boss and my second child": "Brother, we have five or six hundred people, who dares to grab it!"

He smiled and said, "Brother, we have more than 100 such horses, and hundreds of sheep, um, there are also cows, and there are three to four hundred cows, hey, brother, don’t worry. , As long as you join us, these will also have your share!"

"Huh!" All the people in the Mo Xiong tribe who were present exclaimed, each one of them became short of breath.

Hundreds of sheep, hundreds of cattle, and more than a hundred horses as mounts!

Indeed, not to mention that there are so many cattle and sheep. How many tribes dare to provoke just a warrior riding a hundred horses?

If there are so many mounts in your Moxiong tribe, why should there be no homes like the flies that live by the smell of flies?

For an instant, everyone looked at Da Jiang’s warriors and was envious again. As a man, who wouldn’t want to stand upright on a horse, be able to gallop in the wilderness, capture prey, and protect the people?

Who doesn't want to repel the enemy and grow the tribe?

The expressions of these people changed, and Mu Feng naturally saw it one by one. He nodded silently from the bottom of his heart: "Fortunately, it hasn't been rotten to the roots, there is still some hope!"

The number of cattle, sheep and horses he said is not true, but for any tribe with only five or six hundred people, they have absolute appeal.

The reason why he said these things like a silly dalie, one is to let these people know that Da Jiang has more good things, and the benefits of going back with him are much better.

In this way, as long as these people are not stupid, it is absolutely impossible to deal with him before arriving at Da Jiang.

The second is that he wants to test the reactions of these people.

He has made up his mind that if these people only have greed in their eyes, then he doesn't mind using some iron and blood tactics to take all the people of this tribe into slaves.

But if these people still have a positive heart, then he will not be so cruel that he will not give a chance and directly let them act as slaves.

After all, born as a human, no one wants to be starved to death.

He looked at the eyes of these people, he had a count in his heart, and said with a smile: "Let's go, brother, let's pick up your tribe to my tribe!"

The mouse must then react: "Okay, good!"

After speaking, he subconsciously looked at Mu Feng's side, scratched his head and said, "Old man, can you give me a horse to ride!"

Mu Feng nodded and smiled: "Yes!"

Saying that he moved his hand, the bird next to him brought him a horse, which was also a crosshair that was prepared in advance.

But the rat as a layman must naturally not know.

For him, being able to ride a horse has been the luckiest thing in his life.

When he climbed up on the horse and finally sat up straight, he looked around at the much shorter clansman. For a while, he was a little envious of Mu Feng.

"He became a warchief at such a young age, and the horse he rides is obviously bigger than other people's horses! It is worthwhile for a warchief to do this for him!" Mouse must sigh inwardly.

Mu Feng didn't know what Mouse was thinking in his heart, and asked, "Brother, how long does it take to get from your Moxiong tribe to the Black Bear tribe?"

The mouse must sit on the horse's back stiffly, not daring to move, not even looking at Mu Feng, so he had to let the warrior on the side of Jiang lead his horse forward.

He trembled and replied, "Yes, it's just a seven-day journey to the southwest in the Black Bear Department!"

If Mu Fengshi didn't smile at him, he said, "If the people of the tribe migrate in a big way, wouldn't it be slower!"

The mouse must nod his head and said: "Yes, it will be very slow!"

Mu Feng said again, "Brother, please think about it. It will take seven or eight days to get from you to the black bear department, and it will take seven or eight days to get from the black bear department to us! If you come like this, it will be very difficult in the future. came back!"

The mouse must be "righteous": "What are you talking about, my brother? Since we have decided to join your tribe, it is a tribe. How can we still have the idea of ​​returning to our homeland?"

Mu Fengxin said, "This old fox is still pretending here!"

But he smiled and said, "Yes! You don't actually need to go back. There is nothing good in the West, but nothing is needed. Where can we be there, guarding a prairie, there are no other tribes, there are horses everywhere. , Cows, sheep, and many horned deer, you can hit one by throwing a rock!

Brother, let me tell you that these horses of mine were caught on that grassland. But they are so fierce, we don't have enough manpower to run them. In the future, if you come, we will endure enough, and we can catch more prey! For cattle and sheep, you can also grab more, and raise the ones that you can't finish eating! "

"What!" All the people in Mo Xiong's tribe began to breathe quickly again, "There are too many cows and sheep to eat?"

They doubted the authenticity of Mu Feng's words, but they thought of what their warchief had told them earlier that the young warchief in front of them was a fool with a useless head.

Can a fool lie?

They looked at other people riding their mounts, and found that when the young warchief said this, they looked like they were natural, and it was obvious that what their warchief said was nothing more than ordinary things.

"Unfinished food, cattle and sheep everywhere..." Mouse must be excited in his heart and muttered to himself, "Then what is my Mo Xiongbu staying here for!"

While Mu Feng watched their reactions, he smiled in his heart: "It's so easy to be fooled. What a big pie!"

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