However, if you lend your people to the Frost Valley tribe as the thief said, and let them attack the Black Mountain tribe, wouldn't this be death?

The only difference is that one dies in ten days, and the other dies when.

What does this make Babu decide?

Seeing that Babu didn't speak, Ji Thief said again: "Or, does the Babu patriarch believe that the Black Mountain tribe really has the idea of protecting other tribes and protecting the peace of a large mountain range? ”

Babu stiffened his neck: "However, handing over your people to you is no different from sending them to death. ”

Listening to Babu's words, the thief keenly caught a hint of information, that is, Babu meant that if it wasn't for death, he would have agreed.

Thinking of this, Ji Thief smiled.

His smile directly confused Babu's laughter.

I saw the thief laugh three times, laughed, and stared at the Babu patriarch faintly: "Does the Babu patriarch think that the Black Mountain tribe is very powerful and invincible?"

Babu nodded, of course.

Otherwise, the Black Mountain tribe would not have conquered more than eighty percent of the tribes in the vast mountain range in twenty days.

Ji Thief pursed his lips and said: "In the heyday of the strength of the Black Mountain Tribe, I took the One Hundred and Ten Clansmen, at the cost of killing seven people in battle, killed one hundred and sixty-two of them, and captured twenty-eight Black Mountain Cannibals, including the Black Bear, now, their strength has declined a lot compared to before, why does the Babu Patriarch think that I have no way to defeat them?"

"That's because you had a spear thrower before, and now you have given the spear thrower to the Montenegrin tribe, you are weaker, the Montenegrin tribe is stronger, and you can't win at all. Baser.

The thief sighed and asked the Báb with a smile, "Yes, I don't know, has the Báb patriarch heard of the trebucht?"

"Throw, trebuchets?" said Babu was shocked.

Ji Thief nodded, looked at the old patriarch, and then at the Babu patriarch, and said, "Please follow me." ”

The old patriarch grabbed the corner of the animal skin on his body, and asked the thief weakly: "Can I take this down?"

Ji Thief: "···"

"Ahem, yes. ”

The old patriarch was overjoyed, and hurriedly threw away the animal skin on his body, and then looked at him, densely covered with beads of sweat.

The two patriarchs followed the thief all the way out of the cave and to the back of the valley.

Here, there were already more than twenty Frost Valley people, witches, fat elders, Usma, and Tushan, all of whom were among them.

And in the midst of everyone, another strangely shaped tool.

There was a wooden shelf of two people's height, and in the middle of the wooden shelf, there was a square log nearly twenty steps long and thigh-thick.

Square timber is horizontal on the shelf, long at one end and short at the other.

At the end of the long end, there is a toss made of a mixture of wood and animal skin, and a vine hangs down from the sac.

The short end has a huge wooden box hanging inside.

At this time, the wooden box was filled with stones, weighing hundreds of pounds.

The thief came to him and asked Usma, "How is the trebuchet ready?"

Usma suppressed the excitement in her heart: "Lord Warrior, the clansmen have already tested the trebuchet according to your orders, and there is no problem at all. ”

Looking at the other tribesmen, they all reacted the same as Usma, and they were all excited.

Ji Thief nodded and mumbled, "Okay." ”

As he spoke, the thief turned his head to look at Babu, pointed to the trebuchet and introduced: "This is the trebuchet, and its range and power are several times that of the spear-thrower. ”

Babu, who had seen the power of the spear thrower, didn't believe the thief's words, after all, the spear thrower that could dominate the battlefield in about forty steps was already the most advanced weapon in this era, how could there be a weapon more powerful than the spear thrower? It's several times better, and there is no bottom line for joking, right?

Seeing the disbelieving expression on Babu's face, the thief didn't like to explain to him, after all, there is nothing more convincing than practice.

Ji Thief licked his lips, turned around and waved: "Ready." ”

As soon as his words fell, Tushan and several other Xionghu clansmen immediately jumped up and grabbed the vines on the sac, and used their bodies to fall down.

When the wooden box was dragged away from the ground, and the sac was already close to the ground, two clansmen jointly brought a stone and put it on the sac, and they watched the thief's movements, just waiting for the thief to give an order.

"Put!"

As soon as the words fell, the boulder on the sac was driven by the huge force in the wooden box, and with a whoosh, it was thrown into the air.

Immediately afterward, the Báb saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.

The boulder, which was the weight of an antelope, was easily thrown into the air, swirling happily in the air, making a whirring wind sound, and falling straight into the distance.

Open!

There was a loud bang, and in the distance was a distance of 200 or 300 paces? The ground was smashed into a big crater, and the thrown stones directly sank into the ground for nearly half of the time, and wolf smoke rose everywhere.

Babu's mouth was opened in shock, and the big one could be stuffed with two eggs.

Ji Thief stretched out his hand and waved it in front of him, swept away the smoke and dust that did not exist, looked around, and saw that Usma was more calm than Babu, after all, he had seen the range of a trebuchet before, and he was somewhat mentally prepared.

It's not like Babu, at this time, he is already stunned.

"Patriarch Báb. ”

The thief shouted.

"Yes, yes!" Babu subconsciously responded.

Ji Thief tilted his head to look at him: "Why don't we take a closer look at the destructive power of that trebuchet?"

Babu recovered from the shock and nodded like garlic.

The thief smiled and walked forward.

Seeing this, the Báb hurried to follow.

The two of them walked along, babbling something in the mouth of the bab who followed behind.

The thief listened carefully, but found that he was counting the attack distance of the trebuchet.

When the two men came to the boulder, the Báb exclaimed, "Oh my God, three hundred and twenty-four steps, so far!"

Ji Thief snorted: "Is this far away? When I improve it a little, this thing can easily attack four hundred paces." ”

Babu was even more startled, and he looked down at the half-submerged boulder on the ground, only to feel that his head was a little insufficient.

Four hundred steps, so far, and still maintain such a great lethality, it is almost impossible to crush the scum of the spear thrower.

This feeling is like a black bear in the jungle, with rough skin and thick flesh and huge lethality, compared with a rabbit that only likes to burrow.

Of course, the trebuchet is naturally the black bear.

Looking at Babu, who was speechless because of shock, Ji Thief turned around and folded his arms: "Now, can the Babu patriarch lend me the clansmen at ease?"

Babu hurriedly rubbed his face a few times, and looked at the thief with a complicated expression: "This, this is too crazy, the Black Mountain tribe is too powerful, I have to think about it." ”

Ji Thief shrugged: "Of course there is no problem, after all, this is a major matter related to the life and death of a tribe, and it should be considered for a while." However, my advice is that the Babu patriarch should not go back first, and live in the Frost Valley tribe first. After all, I don't want to leak the news, if the Black Mountain tribe knows, everyone will have to finish the game. ”

Babu was stunned for a moment, then understood the thief's intentions, and smiled bitterly: "The warrior is right, this consideration is deserved." ”

The thief clapped his hands, and Usma hurriedly ran over: "Lord Warrior." ”

It can be seen that because the trebuchet test shot was successful, this guy also had uncontrollable joy on his face, defeating the Black Mountain tribe is just around the corner.

The only thing missing is manpower.

"Tell the Elder, the guests of the Maple Valley Tribe are going to stay with us today. ”

Usma nodded respectfully and turned away.

The thief looked back at Babu: "Patriarch Babu, today, please taste the specialties of our tribe." ”

Báb: "???"

Half an hour later, Babu understood what the thief was talking about.

In the open space in the middle of the valley, more than a dozen clay pots were lined up, and next to each crockpot, there was a female Frost Valley tribesman.

Under the crockpot, the flames kept licking the bottom of the pot, and the crockpot was stuffed with antelope meat.

At this time, the mutton is fragrant, and it enters the nostrils of everyone along the air, and the greedy people can't stop dripping down.

Goo-dong, goo-dong.

The sound of swallowing saliva sounded, and the dozen or so Maple Valley people who came with Babu stared at the meat inside the crockpot and refused to take their attention off it.

If it weren't for the fact that their own patriarch was watching from the side, I am afraid that these Maple Valley people, who often can't even eat meat, would have rushed to eat it in a swarm.