Yang Hao now has the urge to scold his mother, the failed attack has greatly boosted the enemy's morale, and most people have shown fear when looking at their side.

"Fuck it, a bunch of shit!"

Yang Hao scolded angrily and shouted: "Bring the bow and arrow!" ”

An archer quickly handed the bow and arrow to Yang Hao.

Looking at the enemy rushing towards him, Yang Hao's face was gloomy, and it was impossible to say that he was not nervous, but now he couldn't retreat, once he retreated, it would be difficult to regain confidence in the future.

Taking the bow and arrow, Yang Hao opened his bow and set up his arrows, aiming at the enemy who rushed to the front.

Although Yang Hao is a modern person, he is no stranger to bows and arrows, before coming to this world, he was an archery enthusiast, although he is not a professional, but it is effortless to pull out this extremely primitive bow.

Holding his breath, the fingers holding the bowstring suddenly released.

"Buzz!"

The bowstring trembled slightly, and the bone arrow flew out in an instant.

The arrow was powerful and heavy, and with a scream, the bone arrow broke through the enemy's clothes, cut through the flesh, and pierced into the chest, and the man staggered and fell to the ground, making the momentum of the Yuan tribe's charge pause.

"Wozhi, there is some regression in technology."

Yang Hao was not aiming at the fallen man, the blind cat ran into the luck of the dead mouse, and made up for the blow caused by his mistake.

If this arrow misses, it will really be a fierce operation, and the actual combat strength will be 0.5, and the blow to morale will be irreparable.

Seeing Yang Hao kill an enemy with one arrow, the morale of the Great Qi tribe was suddenly boosted.

Seeing this, Yang Hao raised his short sword, pointed forward, and yelled: "Kill!" ”

"Kill !!"

Dozens of people roared, holding their own weapons, and followed Yang Hao to charge.

The distance of more than ten meters was fleeting, and the two sides suddenly collided with each other.

There is no strategy, no tactics, and the two sides are fighting each other like street fights.

Watching an enemy fall under his sword, Yang Hao didn't feel anything unusual, stimulated by adrenaline, he pulled out his short sword, and warm blood sprayed on his body, making him look like a killing god.

Yang Hao's side relied on the superiority of numbers and weapons, and quickly defeated more than 20 people from the Yuan tribe.

Looking at a fallen clansman, the middle-aged man had tears in his eyes, roared, and took a stone axe to kill Yang Hao.

But before he could get close to Yang Hao, he was forced by several short swords to pause, and he parried in a panic.

After a hard battle, Yang Hao found an opportunity to kick the middle-aged man in the stomach and hold his short sword against his throat.

"Lay down your arms, surrender or kill!"

Yang Hao roared loudly.

The soldiers of the Yuan clan, seeing that the leader was captured, fell to the bottom of the valley, and after resisting for a while, they laid down their weapons and became prisoners of the Daqi tribe.

In just ten minutes of fighting, more than a dozen corpses were left on the edge of the riverbank.

When cleaning the battlefield, Yang Hao looked at the blood on his body, and he didn't feel afraid for a while.

It was the first time he had killed someone, and those people had died here like livestock, and he was in a trance as he looked at his bloody hands.

"Don't blame me, if you want to blame this cannibalistic world, go all the way, and have a good baby in the next life."

Yang Hao said silently.

After putting the messy thoughts behind him and ordering more than a dozen captives to be tied up, Yang Hao led more than thirty people to attack the Yuan tribe.

The old and weak women and children of the tribe could not escape in the face of these beast-like men.

Yang Hao and the others were like wolves entering a flock of sheep, and they completely conquered the entire tribe almost effortlessly.

Watching these energetic men, like devils entering the village, chasing those dirty women around.

Qu grabbed a woman by the hair and dragged her to the ground, ignoring the woman's desperate screams, and carried her on her shoulders at once.

"Chief, look at how firm this woman's ass is, and you should enjoy it."

Yang Hao looked at the woman on his shoulder, the bronzed calves, although they were a little dirty, they also looked quite smooth and round.

He couldn't remember how long it had been since he had touched a woman, he licked his dry lips, resisted the impulse in his heart, and said in a deep voice: "Now is not the time to do this, order everyone to gather up the loot and captives." ”

Qu nodded and threw the woman to the ground, and went to convey Yang Hao's order in a hurry.

In the face of such temptation, although the people of the Great Qi tribe were already almost a pillar of optimism, Yang Hao's prestige had reached an extremely high level with the victory of this battle, even if he was itchy and unbearable, he still controlled his desires.

Yang Hao looked at the trembling woman kneeling in front of him, and said coldly: "Stand up!" ”

The woman's body trembled, and she stood up from the ground tremblingly, lowering her head and not daring to look up at Yang Hao's gaze.

Yang Hao stretched out his hand and dragged the woman's chin to lift her face.

Seeing the woman's face clearly, Yang Hao licked his lips.

"I can't imagine that there is such a thing in a place where this bird doesn't."

This sentence was said in the language of his previous life, and the woman with a pale face looked at Yang Hao in horror.

The woman is only sixteen or seventeen years old, less than one meter six tall, and her petite body is hesitant and frightened and trembling like chaff.

"Scared of me?"

Yang Hao sneered.

The woman didn't speak, Yang Hao withdrew his hand, and said softly: "Don't worry, you are my prey, I will not kill you." ”

Yang Hao withdrew his hand and looked at the soldiers who drove away the captives, just wanting to raise his head to the sky and shout.

The conquest of this small tribe can be said to have solved his urgent need.

Although this tribe is not large, it already has agriculture and animal husbandry, those domestic animals in the fence, and the dog tied to the stake, all of which make Yang Hao extremely satisfied.

"All this will belong to Lao Tzu in the future, not only here, mother, as long as Lao Tzu is given a chance, Lao Tzu will also sit on the throne of Xia Qi's dog day."

It took more than an hour for the Daqi tribe to gather all the captives and trap them in a livestock pen with ropes.

Yang Hao occupied the largest conical tent in the Yuan tribe, sat on the animal skin, and looked at the middle-aged man who was kneeling in front of him.

"I gave you a choice, you gave up, I said, I will take it with my own hands, I have always been a man of words."

"Phew! Runaway slaves, you will not die a good death. ”

The middle-aged man spat at Yang Hao and scolded.

Yang Hao wiped away the saliva that fell on his legs, his eyes suddenly became cold, he walked over and grabbed the middle-aged man's hair and lifted his head.

"You listen to me, if you want your people to live, be honest, if you want to die, I will fulfill you now, and then send your people on the road."

The middle-aged man's face was flushed, but he opened his mouth and wanted to say something tough, but he couldn't say a word.