"Well, in ten days, I will be able to return to the territory of the tribe, I wonder if the little wild horse with the big fat rabbit totem symbol is planning to give in now?"

On a rare sunny day in winter, it was about ten o'clock in the morning.

Without any focus in his eyes, he looked at a large forest in the distance, and Shrew, who was riding slowly on the wildebeest mount, thought so in his heart.

At this time, beside him was an army of many tribes, advancing with great momentum.

As has been the case with many previous expeditions, the Shrewd tribe's army once again began to return to their tribe with a large spoils of war on the vast plains.

Just ten days ago, a large tribe of tens of thousands of people was destroyed by them again.

Even before the Shrew Tribe's army was dispatched, that big tribe had received the news early and was ready to resist.

But that kind of resistance did not cause much trouble to the actions of the army.

Under the powerful witchcraft of the god and the man, the city that had been strengthened as much as possible was directly blasted open in the strongest position.

The defenders, who had gathered and were planning to put up a desperate resistance, also suffered devastating blows on several occasions.

The next thing was like the army of the Shrews had done so many times.

Along the gap in the city, a large number of self-produced totemic warriors, as well as witch powerhouses who took refuge in the tribe, easily entered the city.

After a not-so-fierce battle, they harvested nearly twenty thousand slaves.

And this hapless tribe, a large amount of grain just after the autumn harvest.

During this period, leading the cavalry as a mobile force outside the city, Shremonger did not even encounter a chance to make a move, and the battle was completely over.

In short, for everyone in the Shrew Tribe army, this operation was as simple as an outing that took more than a month to go back and forth.

What awaits them is a beautiful time to recuperate after returning to the tribe.

Then, waiting for their great Shrew, Lord Shrew, to choose the next unfortunate target, it will be when their army will begin to set out.

This expedition will go on forever.

Up to the earth, all the tribes of the Terrans prostrate under their bronze spears.

With the expectation in his heart for the good days after Gardenia succumbed, the army of Shrew Meng and the others approached the huge forest.

Because the forest was so large, they had to cross it through a thoroughfare in the middle of the forest.

But even so, Shremon didn't realize the danger of such a simple trip.

It seemed to him that the beasts of the woods had fled far away in fright before the arrival of the army, and that the other tribes had no courage to attack their army.

On the contrary, he expects that there will be a tribe that is not afraid of death and will do this kind of thing.

Because that means more slaves, and the cavalry he leads, can accumulate more merit.

In this way, a huge army drove into the avenue of the woods without the slightest defense.

The successive victories had already made everyone in the Shrew tribe develop a boundless arrogance and carelessness, so that they did not notice at all that when the army entered the forest, they did not startle a large number of birds.

They didn't even realize that they hadn't encountered the slave catchers active in their tribe for two days......

After the army of the Shrew tribe went deep into the forest for a while, Shrew suddenly noticed that something was wrong.

Feeling a strong hatred on the trunk of the tree on the left, right behind his peeking eyes, he suddenly pulled out a bronze throwing spear from the pocket of his mount and threw it there.

In the blink of an eye, the spear was submerged in the thick shade of the trees.

Then, with a loud scream, a figure shot in the chest fell from the trunk.

Such a precise throwing of spears immediately caused the cavalry warriors under Shremonial Meng to burst into applause for their leader.

At the same time, they also pulled out a throwing gun from the gun sac on the horse's back.

I hope to find more prey and make this monotonous trip a little more fun.

However, soon they regretted their ridiculous idea, and even their intestines were green.

For soon after, a loud trumpet sounded in the depths of the woods, and then more horns sounded and intertwined in the first phase, resounding through the huge woods.

In the continuous sound of horns, earth-shattering shouts of killing broke out.

What happened along with it was an astonishing number of warriors who came out of the woods on both sides of the avenue and slaughtered the army of the Shrewd Tribe who were in a long snake formation.

The panic of the sudden attack outnumbered the number of attackers of the army.

And after a brief period of confusion, the slaves who began to rebel with endless fanaticism made the army of the Shrew tribe begin to suffer from the enemy.

When the ambush first broke out, it got terribly bad.

At the end of the procession, where the middle of the Shrew tribe's army is located, the leader of the Shrew tribe is leading the battle.

He looked at the opponent who was hundreds of paces away, frantically attacking his Chinese army, and killing the opponent who planned to come in regardless of life and death.

Beads of sweat the size of beans flowed from his head at once.

The main thing is that he knows that he is leading the largest mobile force in the tribe, and if this force is lost here, the Shrew Tribe still has several times more troops to use.

However, for the gods and the shrew, the next plans of the two of them will have a huge impact.

After a moment's hesitation, he escaped from his arms with a black, oddly textured sign.

After pressing a red button on the sign, he shouted frantically: "Lord Shrew, we have been ambushed by several times the enemy, and we need immediate support~"

The radio waves emitted by the intercom made by the alien black technology arrived at the shrew tribe thousands of miles away in an instant.

Around the waist of the shrew, a sign of the same style sounded.

After hearing such terrible news, even the shrew witch's face suddenly changed drastically.

She naturally knew what serious consequences would be if the Shrew Tribe, which was now passively used to the extreme, lost its largest mobile force.

Not to mention anything else! Just delaying the construction of the pyramid is not something she can afford.

She didn't care that the god who had been sleeping since the last time she dispatched the escape pod hadn't woken up from her slumber yet.

She hurried to the bedside and called out repeatedly......

On the site of the pyramid, a shirtless hooligan with only a piece of animal skin around his waist, like a large animal, leaned forward, gritted his teeth and pulled a thick vine.

The thing connected by the vines is a huge stone, at least more than 100,000 catties.

This thing is so heavy that even if hundreds of them pull and push, they can only move forward at a slow pace, little by little.

And as long as the stone moves a little slower, the whip in the hand of the overseer next to him will be drawn.

Anyway, I was whipped for a trivial matter before, and I haven't recovered from my injuries until now, so I don't plan to take it again.

As for the not too far away, there was a rattan basket behind him and a gardenia with a large bamboo tube in his hand.

He took the time to feed the water in the bamboo tube to these big beast-like slaves to drink.

There is such a point, but it will not be stopped by the overseer.

Because they can only get a little food every day, they barely hang their lives, and if they don't use water to fill their bellies, they will have even less strength to work.

Under the extremely painful torment, suddenly, the hooligan felt that the sun above his head was obscured.

He couldn't help but glance up, and found that the huge witch weapon, which had stopped for several days, began to rise from the ground without warning, and flew towards the distance at a high speed.

"Look at whatever you want, and then look at the eyeballs for you to pick out. ”

An angry voice rang in the ears of the scoundrel, followed by a whip carrying a strong wind, which was whipped at the scoundrel's head and face.

The problem is that after seeing the expected scene, the ghost days of the gangsters are looking forward to the end.

With a grasp of his right hand, the leather whip drawn by the overseer was accurately grasped in his hand.

Before the enraged Overseer could make more angry noises, a fist from behind him knocked the Overseer to the ground.

Then, the others, who had already known about it, hid the unconscious overseer behind their bodies.

A few minutes later, a transmitter hidden in a rattan basket behind Gardenia, hidden in the crowd, discreetly erected a thin antenna.

The gardenia, who personally operated the telegram, sent out a simple message:

The old hen is now out and we are going to make a big riot in three hours, as planned.