I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

After the mouse must be taken away, Mu Feng looked at the resentful Moxiong tribe, and said in his heart: "This trick is not bad!"

He knew that as long as the rats were fattened in the tribe, no matter what he said in the future, these people from the Mo Xiong clan would definitely not be able to believe him.

This is how he "to kill"-that is, the higher he stood before, the harder he fell!

Looking at the Moxiong tribe who mourned for a moment, Mu Feng said loudly: "Now you know why you joined me Da Jiang?"

After saying this, everyone in Mo Xiong's department gritted their teeth and hated the rat beard.

Although some people were still wondering, they couldn't hold back the excitement of the surrounding people, and soon became angry.

Baiyue, Hanshu and others couldn't help but be shocked, not only because of the anger of the Mo Xiongbu, but also by the tricks of the wind!

Especially Baiyue, he especially knew what Ratsaw did during the migration of the tribe, so he was even more surprised that the Great Chief easily destroyed Ratsaw’s image in the minds of his own tribe!

"Dare to hit my Da Jiang on the head, really deserve it!" Bai Yue sneered in her heart.

Baiyue would not have any sympathy for such an idiot who dared to provoke Jiang and send him to the door.

Not only did he not, but Mufeng wouldn't have it!

He looked at the Moxiong tribe in front of him, and said coldly: "Now I give you two choices: one is to leave by yourself, but you are not allowed to expose my ginger's position. Otherwise, if my **** finds out who leaked my **** in the future, The position, will definitely kill you, and your people will be arrested as slaves! Just like the people you saw along the way, they can’t eat enough and don’t wear warm clothes.

The second is that you stay here and follow my Da Jiang's request. I can let you worry about food, clothes, wind and sun, let alone the danger from outside! "

Having said that, he looked around for a week: "Next, tell me your choice!"

All the people in Mo Xiong's tribe were stunned.

They thought that they had come to eat and drink for nothing by joining the tribe with the warchief, but they didn't expect to be told that they had to follow the other party's request to get food.

You don’t have to think about it. If you want to get food, you must work!

But for those who have been accustomed to eating for nothing for many years, how can they work hard?

But they walked through the mountains and rivers for nearly twenty days to get here, and what they saw along the way had already made them understand that they would definitely starve to death in the wilderness if they left the tribe in front of them!

Especially the two or three hundred horseback warriors standing beside this young warchief, can they let themselves go?

For a while, all the people in Mo Xiong's tribe were silent.

The old **** Mu Feng was there, and didn't urge them, just waved his hand and motioned to Da Jiang's soldiers to make way.

He smiled and said, "If you want to leave, you can leave now, my **** will not keep you!"

The people in Mo Xiong's clan were moved, but he didn't expect that the young chieftain in front of him would actually let them go, without any intention of threatening them.

"Why, don't you believe it?" Mu Feng smiled and shook his head. "Just like you, I think my Da Jiang fighters really want to kill you, so I can still use them here?"

After a pause, he narrowed his eyes and sneered again: "Besides, what benefits can we bring to us by killing you who have nothing? It's no use at all!"

In an instant, all the people in the Mo Xiong tribe felt a strong sense of humiliation.

"It's useless at all"!

This sentence deeply stimulated them.

Suddenly they thought of the life they had spent in Changli Department-God hates ghosts!

No tribe is willing to accept them, and no tribe is willing to accept them.

Because their tribe has nothing, as long as there is something they will be eaten up, nothing can be left!

They live their lives every day with fear and fear, precarious.

Ask yourself, indeed, they are of no use at all!

At this time they suddenly reacted, even if they really left and returned to the Changli area, they seemed to be unable to survive.

"Instead of going back and continuing to live a life of fear and fear, it's better to..." Many people have such an idea in their hearts.

Finally, someone looked up and tentatively asked: "Do we really need not worry about eating, wearing or worrying about danger here?"

Mu Feng looked at him, did not answer directly, pointed to the warrior behind him, and asked, "Just these warriors, how many tribes do you think can beat us?"

The man's expression was taken aback, and he really looked behind Mu Feng for a while, his expression moved.

There are people, horses, armored earth dragons and mammoths. How many tribes have this kind of combat power?

For a moment, a light of hope appeared in his eyes.

Soon someone asked: "Then you, Warchief, what do you need us to do?"

Mu Feng smiled, and someone finally got the idea.

But instead of looking at that person, he looked at all the members of the Mo Xiong tribe. He smiled and said, "Since someone has asked, then I might as well speak directly.

I also know what kind of tribe your Moxiong tribe is. You can survive to the present, all because you continue to join other tribes, and then eat other tribes down. So I know your situation and what purpose you have to join me in Da Jiang! "

All the people in the Mo Xiong Department changed their colors!

They thought that the young warchief in front of them was young and stupid, but now they realized that although the warchief in front of them was young, they were never inferior to their warchief in terms of skill and wisdom!

"He knows why we want to join them..." many people murmured, "but he still dares to accept us..."

Mu Feng was not surprised by the reaction of these people.

He snorted coldly and said: "I don't raise idlers who eat and drink for nothing! If you want to live in Dajiang, you must either become a tribe or become a slave! But no matter who it is, you have to work and work!

If you want to live, and live decently, then do it according to my requirements. You have to do land reclamation, livestock breeding, and other tasks assigned to you here!

No, I can let people teach you! But don't be lazy, don't make trouble, otherwise you will be expelled from the tribe lightly, slaves will be severely punished, and shackles! No matter how heavy it is, kill it!

And you don’t have to worry about other tribes coming to bully you anymore, and you don’t have to worry about food and clothing anymore. As long as you behave well enough, I can make you fighters, riding horses like them and galloping across the grassland with weapons!

The offspring of your children don't have to work, they can eat the best food of my ginger, and learn the most powerful skills! Become the most powerful warrior of the tribe!

But the premise of all this is that you have to follow my Da Jiang's request! "

Having said that, Mu Feng looked at the members of the Moxiong tribe and asked: "Now, you tell me whether you choose to stay or leave!"

In an instant, the people in Mo Xiong's department behaved differently.

Some looked excited, obviously moved by Mu Feng.

Some are eager to try, clearly wanting to get rid of the status quo.

Others frowned and thought, obviously still hesitating.

Of course, there are flashes of eyes that indicate unbelief.

At this time, Mu Feng added another sentence at the right time: "And according to your chieftain, as long as you come to me, life and death are in my hands. And I don't want to kill you so casually..."

This sentence obviously stimulated them.

They suddenly realized that they had been "sold out" by their own warchief. Where else could they decide their own lives and deaths?

Someone from Mo Xiong's department quickly responded: "I am willing to stay!"

"I want to stay too!"

"me too!"

...

Seeing the reactions of these people, Mu Feng turned to Baiyue and nodded: "It's okay, I'll leave the rest to you!"

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