Changlin stood on the alert tower, holding an eagle-horned bow with a length that was almost the same as his height. This long bow was made of purple wood unique to the northern continent and had good toughness. His eyes and attention were concentrated on the position where the torch on the ground were concentrated, staring at the guy who was full of panic and waved his arms desperately like a madman, trying to lead people to rush outside the village.

As soon as the fingers were loosened, the tight bowstring made a low roar. The feather arrow connected a straight line between the Changlin and the target, accurately drilling into the opponent's left eye, penetrated through the skull under the action of huge push. The steel arrow dragged a little neuromuscular tissue from the back of the head and exposed it to the air. Under the flames, the sharp and sharp metal triangle surface rolled with a heart-wrenching bright red.

Roars filled with oppression came one after another.

"Let down your weapon, or you will die!"

"This is Panshi Village, not a place for you to scatter."

"Whoever dares to move around again, I will stab his butt with a steel gun, and penetrate his ass upwards and end up to the leader, making him into human jerky."

These threats are definitely not as simple as saying. The northern barbarians have the terrible custom of making the skulls of the dead into small bowls. The "Bone Bowl Master" is a respectable and mysterious profession. It is said that they can communicate with gods, and the bone bowl is also different based on the status of the dead and the user. The bone bowl used by ordinary civilians is at most polished and smooth. If the bone bowl used by nobles, gold should be edged around, and gems should be embedded in particular.

The people around the car village were frightened. They gathered together tremblingly. More torches were lit in the dark, illuminating the thick tower shields that slowly advanced like moving walls on both sides, constantly compressing the moving space.

The leader of the team was dead. His hands and feet were still twitching, as if he had been trampled hard, and some kind of insect was fatally injured, but his nerve transmission had not been completely cut off.

More archers appeared on the alert tower.

They even turned the heavy crossbows set up on the tower and removed the elevation support. The huge arrows as thick as adults' arms pointed directly at the dense crowds surrounded. With a command, the operator immediately smashed the steel bolt with a wooden hammer and tilted it towards the target.

The confrontation lasted for about three minutes in a state of chaos and horror, and the first surrender appeared.

Immediately afterwards, the second and third...

The leader of the team leader died, and people who had lost their discipline did not think there was anything wrong with doing this.

Only by living can you have hope.

What's more, this is not a surrender in the conventional sense. They belong to the Lei Niu tribe, and both belong to the Niu tribe. If we relax the camp conditions, we are all barbarians living on the northern continent.

As long as the target of surrender is not the short white people on the southern continent, there is no problem.

...

It was dawn.

The feeling of a hangover was very bad. When Yifeng woke up, he felt that his hands, feet and limbs did not belong to him. The numbness and dullness that he had never experienced before spread in his body, his mouth was sticky, and his thirst burned his throat like fire, and he was eager to drink water.

What made him even more trouble was what had happened.

This is a rare sunny day in winter. The dawn shines from the sky to Panshi Village, dyeing everything pink. The air is still very cold, and the biting cold brought by the night passing away a small amount of heat during the day is still working. What's worse is the wind, which penetrates into people's thin clothes, pours them into the corners of the animal's fur robe, and ravages and tear the skin and deeper muscles.

Jianping held his long-handled battle axe tightly, maintained a highly alert fighting posture, and stood there motionless.

He was furious, but he pursed his lips tightly, his teeth almost bitten into pieces in places that were not visible to the naked eye, but he was silent for a long time and didn't even dare to let go of a fart.

The army brought by Xiongkui, together with his and Yifeng's guards, were captured, and none of them were left.

Looking at Tian Hao sitting opposite him with a smile, Yifeng subconsciously reached out and touched his face. His fingers touched a dense and rough wrinkle. For the first time, he felt that he was old. The young leader of Panshi Village was like the sun slowly rising in the sky, releasing dazzling light from the mist of the morning light, transforming from warmth to scorching temperature.

"Ahao, you shouldn't forget what we agreed on last night, right?" The cunning and calculation of the adult were reflected in Yifeng. He quickly put his position in the right place. His anger quickly turned into dissatisfaction under the warning of fear. Even his tone of speaking subconsciously brought some humility that he didn't even notice: "Just at the price you said, those people who came from my village... Well, I was wrong. It was the people I sold to you on my own initiative, so settle it at the price you gave!"

Tianhao's smile was full of generosity: "I knew that Brother Yifeng was very loyal and trustworthy. Hahahaha, no problem, I'll let someone go to the warehouse to get food."

Yifeng smiled dryly and sat there without moving: "I still have a few people outside the village yesterday. Ah Hao, I don't participate in the matter between you and Xiongkui. But my people..."

"When talking about this, I happened to ask Brother Yifeng and Brother Jianping to testify." Tianhao interrupted him: "As long as there are people, there will be trouble. The crops in the fields are not harvested well, and this person will think about finding a full meal when he is hungry. So when the matter between me and the two brothers, we will be business, and we will not talk about anything else."

"But Xiongkui is different from you." As he said that, Tianhao changed his tone, and his fierceness and coldness did not cover it up at all. "Brother Yifeng, you said six people ran away in your village. Brother Jianping, there are eleven people over you. Where is Xiongkui? He spoke for more than one hundred... Is he really thinking that my Panshi Village is easy to bully? He rushed in with hundreds of people. He thought it was his own home, and he would do whatever he wanted?"

Yifeng fell into a long silence.

Jianping also sat down embarrassedly and placed the long-handled battle axe in his hand flat on his knees. He felt a little embarrassed. The effect of alcohol was still there and his mind was not very clear. When he woke up in the morning, he heard that the battle had occurred last night. Looking at the controlled prisoners, he suddenly felt excited and thought that the young leader of Panshi Village was going to attack him. But now it seems... the matter is obviously not what he imagined.

"What are you going to do now?" After a long time, Yifeng, who made up his mind, spoke slowly. He stared at the opposite side with his scheming eyes: "Ahao, what do you want us to do?"
Chapter completed!