Return to Primitive Society and Become a Chief

"You said, how about our raid now?"

Ji Thief's eyes rolled twice and said: "If these people are eaten, will Bu be very distressed?"

Usma quickly waved his hand to stop: "No, no, patriarch, no matter how few they are, there are more than two hundred people. We have fewer people, and we can't beat them at all. If there are more people, they will all run away. Now, it’s impossible to fight at all, and, if the enemy knows about our surprise attack, what should we do if we send more people over? Our people are below, and the trebuchet wouldn’t even dare to launch.

Ji Thief screamed and laughed: "You don't need too many people, about fifty people can beat these guys back."

Usma was stunned: "Five to fifty people? This is too few, right."

The thief laughed: "Usma, haven't you heard a word?"

"What is it?"

"If there are few people, you have to be positive! They sent such a small number of people to provoke outside, thinking that our trebuchets are too bad for us, and we dare not go out and beat them? Look, they are all standing with bows and arrows. Out of range, this was the idea. Listen to me. If you start a raid with fifty people now, you can definitely teach these guys a good lesson."

Everyone asked Ji Thief to move, and quickly said: "Master Patriarch, what are you waiting for, hurry up and do it."

The thief Ji looked back, and his eyes fell on Chief Lin and them: "The remaining ten people in the military department are all deployed, and the other thirty people. I hope you guys can gather together. Remember, just be elite."

These patriarchs all laughed: "Don't worry, warriors."

Soon, fifty people gathered together, they did not come out from the front door, because in this case, they would definitely be discovered.

Everyone chose to go out from the east side where there was no enemy, and under the leadership of Ji Zei, they rounded around to the south side of the enemy.

Finally, the thief riding on the Sabretooth screamed, and fifty people launched a violent charge.

Tushan, Hunter, Toto, and animal blood are just like beasts, and they rushed into the crowd to chop melons and vegetables.

As Ji Thief had expected, Qingfeng tribe didn't expect that Ji Thief would make a surprise attack at this time.

Responsible for attracting the Lihuo tribe’s attention positively, A Zhi was stunned. He didn't understand what was going on, so he let his chaotic army attack and mixed in the crowd.

Under the firelight, Ji Thief saw Azhi's appearance and shouted: "Azhi, the number three figure in the Qingfeng tribe, is in front, don't run away this bastard!"

Nothing happened to the others. Among them, Azhi, who had the same name as Azhi, was full of energy, clutching a single knife, and rushing in the direction of Azhi single-handedly.

Azhi had dealt with this before, and at this time, he ran away in a panic.

Soon, Azhi separated from his subordinates. He looked back and immediately let out a cry of fright. At a position ten steps away behind him, Azhi was chasing desperately with a single knife.

While running, Azhi roared: "You are Azhi, right? Stop it for me!"

Ah Zhixin said that the idiot stopped and squeezed his strength and continued to run forward.

Seeing Azhi speed up, Azhi became anxious, and threw it out as a throwing knife.

Feeling the bad wind behind him, Ah Zhi hurriedly lowered his head to avoid him. As a result, the single knife wiped his ears and cut his ears in half.

"Oh, it hurts me!"

The cut Azhi fell to the ground carelessly, clutching his **** ears and crying.

Seeing this, Azhi stopped gasping and laughed hehe: "This time, I see where you run."

Speaking hard, he grabbed a stone spear on the spot, leaped up into the air, looking at Ah Zhi and pierced it.

Whoosh!

Just at this moment, there was a sharp noise in the air next to him.

Between the sparks and flints, Azhi frowned and uttered a low voice: "What the hell!"

As soon as he looked up, he saw a one-armed guy next to him grabbing a stone spear and hitting him.

For a while, Azhi was unprepared and was hit on the ground heavily.

Immediately, the one-armed man rushed to the ground and said: "Master Azhi, you go quickly, here I will help you stop."

Azhi couldn't say thank you, but he kept nodding, stood up, and ran away without thinking.

Seeing that the duck with its mouth was gone, A Zhi stomped straight and pointed at the one-armed guy with a stone spear and said, "Who are you!"

The man smiled contemptuously: "Black Hawk!"

Azhi said, "I haven't heard of it."

Speaking hard, grabbing a stone spear and attacking forward.

Experts will know if there is any.

In the beginning, Black Hawk only regarded Azhi as an ordinary Lihuo tribe, and did not take him to heart at all. Now, seeing Azhi's move, his heart sank, and his heart said it was broken. Amazing guy.

He quickly picked up the stone spear to fight.

In fact, in terms of hard power, the Black Hawk is better than Azhi, even with a broken arm, he can press Azhi to fight.

But at this time, his own party was in chaos, and the Black Hawk didn't have the mind to fight. He originally wanted to solve Azhi quickly and go back, but he didn't expect Azhi to be so difficult to deal with.

After coming and going, he was beaten by Azhi, who was missing an arm.

Moreover, Azhi cursed while beating: "It's you and me pretending to be right, Black Hawk, I beat you into a bald eagle."

"Damn it, are your Lihuo tribe's mouths so cheap!!!"

The Black Hawk rolled around to avoid Azhi's attack, stopped and gasped.

A Zhigang wanted to speak, but suddenly pointed his finger behind the black eagle: "Master Patriarch, don't!"

Black Hawk was shocked and turned his head, and Azhi took the opportunity to stab him.

This spear was stabbed firmly under Black Hawk's ribs, and he roared in pain, knocked Azhi back with a punch, then pulled out the stone spear, covered the wound with one hand, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

On the ground, Azhi picked up the copper knife that he had thrown out as a flying knife, and muttered: "It's a pity, if it wasn't for that guy to make trouble, I would kill Azhi. But this guy is quite powerful, and lacks an arm. They all beat me up like this. I heard from the patriarch that there was a fierce man with a broken arm under Bu's. Is that the man?

Muttering to himself, Azhi found Ji thief.

A lot of the 200 Qingfeng people who came to lure the enemy were killed, and the rest fled back in embarrassment.

Seeing Azhi, the thief asked him: "Where have you been?"

"I went after the guy named Azhi and almost killed him. If it wasn't for a guy named Black Hawk to stop me, that Azhi would die. But that black hawk would not be better, so I had to pierce my stomach. Now, even if he doesn’t die, he won’t live long."

Achi answered honestly.

When his words fell, Ji Thief couldn't help being surprised: "I'm going, Azhi, when are you so fierce? Is that black hawk missing an arm?"

Azhi nodded and said, "Yes, what's the matter?"

"He is one of the eight fierce men under the cloth I told you before. Apart from Hu, this guy is almost the top combat power of the Qingfeng tribe."

Azhi said, "Really? But I think he is like that."

Ji thief: "···"

"Warrior, the enemy has let us run away, what shall we do next? Continue chasing?"

At this moment, the eagle came over and asked.

Ji thief turned back, looked at the torches and corpses in the place, and shook his head: "No, no need to chase, the camp of the Qingfeng tribe is right in front. If we chase down, we will suffer. Moreover, I guess the cloth is so good I have received the news, and I will come over immediately, let everyone retreat as soon as possible. Anyway, we killed dozens of them this time, enough to make Bu feel distressed. Withdraw."

As Ji Thief's words fell, a group of people retreated quickly.

Just like Ji Zei said, the cloth faction was indeed on the road. The first time she heard the people say that Ji Zei made a raid, she sent someone to respond. The team led by Zhuya and Shiraishi.

But Bu didn't expect Ji Thief to run so fast, when Zhu Ya and Bai Shi arrived, Ji Thief was no longer visible.

Helplessly cursing at the Lihuo tribe, Zhuya and Baishi could only retreat.

However, when they went back, what they saw was Bo Na's deliberately suppressed angry expression.

Zhu Ya looked aside, and saw Ah Zhi clutching his split ears and sighing. On the ground, the body of the Black Eagle was lying. In his stomach, there was a fist-sized blood hole. The blood had already drained. .

"Thirty-one tribesmen and Black Hawk! Hateful, hateful Ji thief! Damn A Jie! Didn't he tell me that he will win? Go, call A Jie over!"