I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

I have to say that the efficiency of Mo Xiong's department is really high.

When Mu Feng said that he would accept them all to join, almost everyone did not need to give orders anymore, and went back to the thatched house to prepare.

From front to back, in less than twenty minutes, the entire Moxiong tribe stood in front of Mu Feng.

Six hundred and twenty-one people looked at Mu Feng eagerly.

One by one, they either pinned animal skins with sticks and carried things on their backs, or directly held crude bone-knife weapons in their hands, and even had empty hands!

Surprisingly, the Mo Xiongbei after being moved seemed to be not much different from before.

Mu Feng's mouth grew wide. This should be the fastest collective move he has ever seen!

Moreover, their speed and the state they exhibited are clearly not the first time they have done such a thing.

Mouse Beard also seemed to feel that his tribe’s performance was a bit too obvious, and said two "cough coughs": "Brother, they all heard that your tribe is very strong and there is enough food. This is anxious to go to a new tribe, you can Don't be surprised!"

Mu Feng waved his hand again and again, and said with a smile: "No, no, you will all be members of my clan in the future, so what's weird?"

But from the bottom of his heart, he thought: "You are the one who took my big **** to the head, don't blame me!"

After hearing Mu Feng's words, the mouse must soon relax, the more he looks at Mu Feng, the more pleasing to his eyes.

So he excitedly shouted to everyone: "All the people in the Mo Xiong tribe listen, you will treat him as the great chief in the future, and I will become a member of the new tribe just like you!"

As a result, these tribesmen seemed to have rehearsed in advance, and saluted the woods in a rush: "I have seen the warchief!"

As for how much real respect is in it, only the old ghost knows.

Mu Feng "unknowingly", smiled and waved his hand: "Okay, okay! They're all from the tribe, don't be so polite!"

Then he waved his hand: "Since you are all ready, let's go now!"

"Okay!" everyone cheered.

Mu Feng could hear it, and this cheer really came from the heart!

Along the way, Mu Feng asked the mouse to ride on a horse, and let him show off in front of the people of the Moxiong tribe.

And because of the adaptation on the road, Mouse Beard can sit on the side and look around.

Mu Feng deliberately let him walk in the front of the team, the most conspicuous position, and then let the surrounding Jiang warriors smile at him.

Mouse must enjoy this look very much. When he looked back at Mu Feng, he found that Mu Feng had a very gentle attitude towards him.

He felt more and more that his decision was correct.

At the same time, he faintly felt that the former warchief was really too aggrieved.

As long as the Mo Xiong tribe was mentioned in the boundary of the Changli tribe, that would be a reaction of the gods and the ghosts, and they really couldn't get along in this area.

Unexpectedly, he knew from other tribes that there was such a foolish chieftain and tribe, and he didn't even dare to do anything to give others something on credit.

The "smell" sensitive mouse must immediately perceive that this is a tribe with sufficient food, and decisively came to the city to find Mufeng.

He believes that with his wisdom and the wisdom and experience of the ancestors of Mo Xiong tribe, it is not difficult to join a tribe smoothly!

And when he saw that the opposing warchief turned out to be a minor, his heart became even more certain.

The next Yi Shun Bai Shun, has been taken by the rat as a matter of course.

From the bottom of his heart, he thinks that Mu Feng, a stupid boy who has not grown all his hair, is thinking that if he absorbs so many new people, he will develop and grow the original tribe. ".

"Still young!" The mouse must be proud, thinking to himself.

And his triumphant expression on his face also made no secret of it. In the eyes of these Moxiong tribesmen, it was clear that their warchief had already "eaten" the young warchief in front of him!

"There are hundreds of cows and sheep in the tribe, and there are countless cows and sheep on the grasslands outside the tribe!" These people were excited, "Great Chief Daxian!"

When they looked at the rat's whiskers one by one, their eyes were full of respect. Where was the coping look when they looked at Mu Feng?

Mouse Beard even enjoyed this feeling very much-not only the clansmen respected him, but the young man in front of him also respected him.

Otherwise, how would he be willing to ride for himself?

"Well, it seems that I will have to ask him for a good horse like him again!" The mouse must be thought to himself.

Mu Feng naturally had a panoramic view of the reactions of the people in Mo Xiongbu.

The soldiers of Da Jiang had already treated the mouse with a cold eye in secret.

But Mu Feng did not know it, he was still very polite to Mouse.

Seeing the rat's growing whiskers, Mu Feng's heart blossomed with joy: "Old man, you should work hard, you know, the higher you stand, the heavier you fall!"

But he did not show it.

On the way he saw the performance of the Mo Xiong tribe, he temporarily gave up the idea of ​​accepting a part of the tribe directly.

The laziness in this group of people is too obvious.

If you want to absorb, you must correct their problems.

But with this rat, the laziness of these people is probably hard to change.

Because as long as he is there, these people are equivalent to being lazy and having spiritual leaders.

For such people, simply killing them will not work-because spiritual leaders can live in their hearts.

It seems that becoming slaves is the only way out for these people.

But Da Huyou also told him before that Mo Xiong's ministry is hateful and hateful, but he has never done anything angry and grieving--even if he forced others to join the other party, he rarely performed **** slaughter.

In other words, although they were at fault, they would not kill them all with one stick.

So now he had to think of a compromise method to separate the "spiritual leader" of Mouse Beard from the original Moxiong tribe, and then wipe out the defects on the Moxiong tribe.

Again, chance, Mufeng can give. But the result depends on their own choice.

Right now, what he was doing was "to kill" the rat beard, which gradually distracted him from his tribe.

Although it seems that people in the entire Mo Xiong clan have worshipped Mouse Beard to the point of enthusiasm, but when Mu Feng made a move, it was when he fell the most miserable!

On the way back, he asked Asuka to observe the marks along the way. Asuka secretly told him that the people in the White Moon Belt had shortened the distance from them and would move closer to Mufeng when they were near the black bear.

As for the sorghum, Baiyue also made a mark, waiting for Mu Feng's order.

What made Mu Feng feel at ease was that Baiyue sent the people along the way to meet him, and had already met Han Shu and Konoha who had come from Da Jiang.

And Konoha also met Han Shu in the third mirror city-that is to say, the carrier pigeon delivered the letter!

Mufeng asked Asuka to leave a message to Baiyue quietly, asking him to inform Baiyue: When you get near the black bear department, you can meet, and let Konoha and Hanshu wait in the city!

Asuka secretly sent a message again.

In this regard, the entire Mo Xiong department was unaware of it.

They naturally saw flying birds leading people to run from front to back and from back to front on horseback, but no one would have thought that this would have something to do with secret transmission.

In their opinion, it is clear that the people of these tribes are showing off their mounts and showing off the power of their tribes!

As for things like "secret transmission", "pigeon transmission", and "writing as a mark", don't say they didn't notice it, even if they were marking and writing in front of them, no one would recognize them!

Now they are full of joy thinking that when they arrive in the new tribe, they will start a happy life with plenty of food and clothing.

According to what their warchief told them, this new tribe will be enough for them to live for a long time!

Therefore, because of their eagerness, these people from Mo Xiong's tribe didn't rush the way too slowly-Mu Feng originally planned to reach the vicinity of the black bear's tribe in nine to ten days, but they arrived in the afternoon of the eighth day!

At this time, the more than seventy people and horses that Bai Yue carried also appeared in the shocking eyes of the Mo Xiong tribe.

The unified dark horse, the swift pace, and the terrifying aura made all the people in Mo Xiong's department swallow subconsciously.

Baiyue followed all the way, always in fear.

He was able to show up in front of Mu Feng, and finally heaved a sigh of relief.

He rode his horse to the front of Mu Feng and immediately bowed and saluted: "Warchief!"

Mu Feng waved his hand, his momentum rose up.

The mouse not far from him must have his eyes widened for an instant and looked sideways.

He felt a little bit that he hadn't seen the boy in front of him.

Baiyue consciously led people to join him.

All the horses are in order and form a team, without a trace of confusion.

All the people in the Mo Xiong Department were shocked and speechless.

A hundred spirits riding a black horse, appeared in front of them all.

The murderous aura from the dark horses and those who were obviously warriors riding dark horses made everyone realize that this hundred rides were gathered through brutal blood and battle.

They also clearly felt that with just one hundred horses, they could slaughter their Mo Xiong tribe!

In an instant, all the faces of Mo Xiongmen changed.

Or frightened, or pale, or disturbed...

They suddenly felt that joining this time seemed inappropriate...

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