I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

Mu Feng's "trouble" naturally refers to the captives of the burly and goshawk.

He himself was surprised why the burly tribe appeared here—he originally thought it was the Li Long tribe.

Because his identity was too arrogant, he motioned Baiyue to ask the twenty-eight prisoners of the burly ministry, telling him: "Anyone who is articulate and has a clever head will be killed!"

"Why?" Bai Yue wondered.

Mu Feng explained: "Since we robbed them under the name of the Goshawk Division and want to let them go back, then we can't let them speak too clearly! Otherwise, it is inevitable that someone will be able to guess the clues."

Suddenly, Bai Yue turned around and followed suit.

After a while, Baiyue came back and said that eleven had been killed, leaving seventeen.

Mu Feng whispered: "Okay, just find an opportunity to make them think that they can escape, and if necessary, leave them with a few yellow eagles and take the name of the Goshawk Clan!"

Baiyue nodded and agreed, and went to make arrangements again.

After arranging the matter of the captives of the burly part, he began to think about how to deal with the captives of the Goshawk part.

He didn't care about Morhan's life and death, but he really couldn't bear to let go of these one hundred people who could control the sparrow.

If such a group of people can be used by him, it is bound to be a strange army of Da Jiang!

He is neither willing to kill such people, but also reluctant to let go.

After thinking about it, he had to ask Huang Chuan and the others to keep Morhan behind, and there were more than 30 goshawk prisoners left out of more than 100 people.

Let Huang Chuan throw all these unconscious people in a place where no one was everywhere, leaving them with more than 20 heads to take Huang.

In addition, some weapons necessary for survival are also left to them.

Then Houmufeng and Baiyue left with most of them, and Huang Chuan secretly stared at Morhan and them until they woke up.

Two hours after Mu Feng left, Morhan, who was knocked out, waited for someone to wake up.

The person who woke up first looked around, and besides himself there were twenty or thirty clansmen.

"Morhan, Morhan!" The man shook Morhan and awakened him.

"Me, where am I?" Morhan rubbed the back of his head after waking up, "Why did I pass out?"

While rubbing his head, he looked around, panicking: "Yadu, Maiti, you wake up soon!"

Soon everyone was awakened. There were thirty-two people including Morhan. Look at me and I look at you, all in awe.

They clearly remembered that they were taken prisoner, why are they here now?

"Where are the others?" Morhan frowned and asked.

He looked at the person who woke up first.

The man looked innocent: "I don't know, I went to call you as soon as I woke up!"

"What's going on?" Morhan looked puzzled.

At this moment, one person exclaimed: "Morhan, come and see!"

"what's happenin?"

"Cheng Huang?"

Morhan and the others hurriedly looked at a bush, and the bushes were tied with yellow heads in their twenties.

At this time everyone was once again surprised.

"What the **** is going on?!" Morhan just felt that his brains were not enough.

He vaguely remembered that the eagle soldiers of the Goshawk Department were forced to attack the armored earth dragon with the golden eagle. Why did he get here now?

Where did the other fighters go?

"Morhan, come and see here!"

Morhan and others immediately looked in another direction.

There is a blood stain here, there is also a place to burn corpses, and there are some furs on the ground that have not burned completely.

One person looked through the tree branch and exclaimed: "It's a yellow skin!"

"Ah!" Morhan was heartbroken, "all the soldiers of my Goshawk Clan were killed by them?"

"It looks like this!"

Everyone was heartbroken.

"But why did we survive?" Someone asked.

"Could it be that the fifty armoured dragoons severely injured the people in the Frost Leaf Department?"

"No, the place where we are is not the place where we fought before!"

There is sadness and talk in the crowd...

Morhan stood up suddenly, looked up into the distance, and said firmly: "No matter what, we must return to the tribe first!"

"Yes!" Twenty or thirty people present all responded.

What Morhan didn't know was that it was okay for him not to go back. This time, he directly caused great trouble to the Goshawk Ministry!

Huang Chuan, who was observing all this in secret, retreated quietly, chasing in the direction where Mu Feng was...

"Morhan just went back?"

Among the group of horses, Mu Feng is in the center, King Li is on the left, Baiyue and Huang Chuan are on the right.

After Huang Chuan had said everything, Bai Yue couldn't help but ask such a sentence.

Huang Chuan frowned and nodded.

He hadn't figured out why the warchief did this until now.

Baiyue frowned for a while and asked: "Warchief, can this be done, what if the burly ministry is not fooled?"

Mu Feng smiled and said, "Regardless of whether we are fooled, we let a few people go back. This is equivalent to throwing a few rocks into the lake. Only water splashing is normal. In case there is a big wave again, a few fish will pop out. That is the joy of surprise, and we have nothing to lose anyway!"

Baiyue thought for a while and nodded to express her understanding.

Huang Chuan on the side racked his brains to think, but didn't want to understand what the two of them were talking about.

Seeing his appearance, Mu Feng felt a little helpless.

Baiyue was quick enough to understand his plan now, but Huang Chuan still didn't get the hang of it, which really made him a little troubled.

After all, the affairs of Changli's territory will become more and more complicated in the future, and Baiyue alone is afraid it will be difficult to deal with it.

If Huang Chuan can't be alone, many of his layouts and plans can't be laid out and displayed with confidence.

"It seems we still have to find someone else..." Mu Feng rubbed his head.

At this time Baiyue asked again: "We have nothing to lose in the burly department, but for the 30 or so people in the Goshawk department, why do you want to let them go back?"

Mu Feng condensed his thoughts and said with a smile: "Let them go back to prevent the trouble of the Goshawk Ministry really going to find the Goshawk Ministry. Let's take the fact that Morhan led someone to intercept them today."

"But what if one of them can't go back?" Bai Yue frowned and said, "Especially the ten or so people in the burly club are too stupid. I'm afraid they won't be able to go back..."

Mu Feng smiled and shook his head: "As I said, letting them go back is all about throwing stones into the lake. As for how big a wave can be made, it's pure luck.

Of course, the most important thing is on Morhan's side, and they have to go back. "

"Why?" Bai Yue wondered.

Mu Feng glanced back at the seventy people who were strictly guarded behind the team, and said with a smile: "Only Morhan has gone back. The remaining seventy or eighty people are truly dead to the Goshawk Ministry. Lost!"

Baiyue frowned first, and then reacted after thinking carefully.

His eyes lit up: "That's why you want to take off the fur clothes from those people and burn them in front of them?"

Mu Feng nodded: "Yes! Now some of them must have reacted. When Morhan returned to the Goshawk Department and announced the death of this group of people, they were really removed from the Goshawk Department!"

After a pause, Mu Feng grinned again: "At that time, these seventy or eighty people became homeless, or slaves, or war slaves. Life and death are not in my own hands. I have a way to make them work for me. What **** uses!"

This is Mu Feng's plan for these actions!

Huang Chuan unexpectedly reacted a little, his eyes were shocked.

As for Baiyue, she naturally understood Mu Feng's plan completely, and she was shocked in her heart. When she looked towards Mu Feng, she was full of respect and rejoiced in her heart: "This is my great chieftain of Jiang!"

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