Yang Fan is not afraid to look at people with the darkest psychology, but he can also see the sunshine, and that is a normal person. Chengfu is often used in a derogatory sense. Saying that a person has a city always makes people feel uneasy. Looking at the mighty tribesmen and horses not far away, Yang Fan didn't show any emotion, but talked with Li Yu on the side.

"Yu Huan, tell me, who attracted these black monkeys in the mountains?"

Li Yuhuan has darkened a lot, he is not like Yang Fan, he has nothing to do all day, in the past few months, the establishment of household registration and the arrangement of personnel are all dispatched by him. In addition to the previous month, it was still a little jerky, and those people were not convinced, and the progress of the work was a little slow, and then it was much more comfortable.

"Sir, first of all, it can't be our own people, we don't understand the language, and we can't do such stupid things. Of course, these small tribes that have come forward are not like the students. Well, the answer is naturally clear. Li Yuhuan didn't break it, but Yang Fan understood who he was talking about.

"You say, is such a person still a person?"

Li Yuhuan replied with some embarrassment: "Sort of." ”

It was almost noon, and after Huahua finished delivering the message, the two of them hurried to the tribe, hoping to be in time. The sun shines on the freshly harvested wheat fields, empty. Those people outside the wheat field waited quietly, waiting for Yang Fan to deliver food, and then captured these Han people, learned what the Sanqing tribe did a hundred years ago, and slowly developed their own tribe.

Yang Fan sighed, "It's good that you weren't carried away by anger like that stupid bull." Remember, man doesn't kill for himself, he is no longer part of our race, and he represents the interests of their tribe, so there is nothing to complain about. Li Yuhuan nodded, just wanted to praise Yang Fan's sanity, but the next sentence scared him to pee.

"If he shows up in front of me, I'm going to kill him with one shot." Yang Fan looked at Sun Yi, who was standing at the front, angry and angry, "Go, call that stupid bull back, I can't stop him when the time comes." ”

“……”

Li Yuhuan nodded, and hurriedly stepped forward. Yang Fan clasped his hands and waited quietly, the black monkeys in the mountains came down the mountain, at most they were monkeys in the wilderness, more than a dozen Furlong machines were shining in the sun, quietly, everyone stood quietly in place. The 30,000 peasant households are very quiet, and that is because there are 500 sailors and 500 brocade guards transferred in front of them.

The five hundred brocade guards and the five hundred sailors were very quiet, and that was because there were more than a dozen furlong machines in front of them. Yang Fan was finally able to understand why the foreign devils in the war dared to invade the Celestial Empire so rampantly with such a small number of troops. What's more, the 50,000 on the other side are not elite soldiers, and the spear in his hand is not as sharp as the kitchen knife on Yang's sailboat.

Yang Fan has ordered, those black monkeys dare to step into the range of three hundred steps, needless to say, first take turns to fire a few cannons, if they dare to come, a thousand crossbow machines are waiting. Yang Fan didn't continue to say what if he dared to do it, because he estimated that just a few shots, these chickens and dogs would be almost frightened.

The midday sun was a bit overwhelming. One by one, the gunners squinted their eyes and fanned them warmly. The people of Jinyiwei were mocking the sailors who were curiously tinkering with the crossbow machine, and whispered: "Just patronize the **, have you forgotten all the things left by the ancestors?" ”

The sailors also mocked the Jinyi Guard, saying that they were a group of landlubbers, and they hadn't seen any tide after so many days. Anyway, they are laughing and scolding each other, and after so many months of cooperation between the two sides, there is naturally no big problem. It's as if this battle, which hasn't started yet, seems to be indifferent.

The Feather Weaving tribe in the distance saw that Yang Fan had not obediently delivered the food to the door, and began to move. The big leader Han Shi looked at Yang Fan's posture and estimated that it was unlikely to be submissive, so he said, "Attack!" ”

"Hmm!!"

The brave and warlike youths in the tribe raised their guns and rushed towards Yang Fan. Many of the tribes were barefoot, and they looked like mud monkeys that had just come down from under the trees. Hanshi was curious about the dozen or so things that were black in the distance. For the unknown, the human eye is always easily drawn to the top, and he does not know what the thing is for. Thinking that when these Han people are captured, they must bring these dozen things over and study them carefully.

"Sir, they're here!"

The black oppressive patch, like a locust gnawing on the side of a rice field, gradually encroached on. Yang Fan's face was like sinking water, and he shouted: "This is not a long memory if you don't give some color." Fire! ”

"Fire!"

"Fire!"

At the same time, more than a dozen Furlong machines roared, and shells thumped out of the chambers. Although the power of these Furlong machines is not as powerful as the Hongyi cannon, they are light and easy to move. After the first round of bombardment, taking advantage of the time of reloading, several gunners worked together to move the Fran machine back more than ten meters, waiting for the second round of salvo.

More than a dozen shells, like thunder on the ground. The Yuori tribe, who were huddled together and rushing forward, didn't realize what the dozen or so bangs in front of them were just now, and they found that something was flying over. These shells, commonly known as flowering shells, are filled with explosives, and once they hit the ground and explode, the shrenchnel shoots out in all directions like flowers, and the mass destruction is extremely strong.

Sure enough, as Yang Fan expected, more than a dozen cannonballs landed in the Yuori tribe, giving them a fatal blow. It was as if a dozen boulders had been thrown into the water, and it immediately hindered their attack. The natives, who had not yet understood what was happening, felt as if they had been cut by something in their bodies.

Before they had a chance to react, the second wave of salvo on Yang Fan's side began again. These two dials directly made the tribal strikers of three or four hundred people incapacitated, lying on the ground and wailing. Hanshi was also frightened by the sudden scene just now, what was that? Is it a Han Chinese spell?

He perked his spirits, victory was within reach, and the tall granary behind them was waiting for their Haori tribe. "Rush! Capture those Han Chinese! ”

Tribal war, that time was not the loss of thousands of people, although this time there were some wolves, and they were beaten firmly without even seeing the face of the other side clearly, but the situation was still in his control. Those thin bamboo poles, he believes that he will not dare to fight with them. "Rush! Heroes of my tribe, the heroic spirits of Haori are watching you! ”

The regrouped tribal army drove over again. But this time, he obviously slowed down, for fear of being hit by the sudden "meteorite" again.