Yang Er walked over with a long knife in his hand, and his murderous performance immediately attracted the attention of everyone in the audience.

"Gah. Ga. Ga!.. The strong man who was talking to Lu Ming there just now, with a slick head above his head, saw Yang Er walking towards his dozens of subordinates in the field with a long knife in his hand, not only did he not have the slightest intention of prevention, but he let go of his body, looked at Yang Er who was walking towards his subordinates, and laughed arrogantly.

Hearing this arrogant laughter, Yang Er, who was originally about to walk towards the middle of the field, suddenly paused, turned around, and stared at him coldly: "It's funny, isn't it?" ”

The strong man suddenly stopped when he saw Yang Er, staring at himself. First, he bared his teeth at Yang Er, revealing a mouthful of blackened teeth. Then he pulled out the bronze short knife on his waist and kept gesturing at Yang Er's body, as if he was thinking about where to start.

"Patriarch Lu, where did these natives get their bronze daggers? Do they already know how to forge weapons? But it's not right, I see that the weapons you use are made of bones. What's going on? After Wen Ping saw the bronze short knife, he frowned, looked at Lu Ming, who was nervously watching the changes in the field, and asked.

It's not that Wen Ping is worried that Yang Er will suffer at the hands of that strong man like a savage, in his opinion, the strength of that strong man is at most the level of ordinary soldiers in the Badao Battalion, even if there are twenty or thirty more, he will not be able to escape from Yang Second-hand.

However, the matter of weapons made Wen Ping feel a little strange. The Lu clan is from the Chu State, and they have such weapons, so Wen Ping will not find it strange. But the current situation is just the opposite, this strong man is holding a bronze short knife, while the Lu clan is using a bone weapon.

In Wen Ping's inquiring eyes, Lu Ming shook his head self-deprecatingly and said, "If these natives know how to make such bronze short knives, how can they be willing to stay and survive on such an isolated island?" It is our descendants who are incompetent and incapable of guarding these weapons that will let these natives snatch them over. That person is a good warrior among the natives, and only this kind of warrior can get a weapon that was snatched from my Lu clan. The general wants to remind General Yang and let him deal with it carefully! ”

Although Lu Ming already had a rough guess about Yang Er's strength after hearing that he had torn the clouded leopard alive. But speculation is speculation after all, and he didn't see it with his own eyes. Therefore, Lu Ming's heart has always been hanging.

After learning the origin of the bronze short knife, Wen Ping had been frowning, and then he relaxed. As long as they can't forge weapons, then these natives are not so threatening.

As for Lu Ming saying that he wanted to remind Yang Er? Hearing this, Wen Ping looked at the bald man, and a mocking smile rose on the corner of his mouth. If this kind of role still needs to make Yang Er work harder, Sun Ling will not hand over his own safety to him.

During the conversation, the bald and strong man in the field, holding the bronze short knife, had already begun to move his feet and swayed beside Yang Er, making a eager appearance, as if he might rush forward at any time and give him a knife.

"Silly B!" Because of the confrontation between himself and the bald man, the natives who were kicking the pillar had stopped. So Yang Er was not in a hurry now, and looked coldly, beside him, the bald man who was constantly swaying, and the corners of his mouth raised a hint of ridicule.

Although this bald head couldn't understand what Yang Er was saying, from the hint of ridicule on Yang Er's face, he could also see that this was obviously not a good word.

Thinking of this, the bald man's heart was instantly swept by anger, and he didn't care about any more temptation, first slapped his chest, and then held a bronze short knife, and stabbed straight at Yang Er's face with a cry of "wow".

Facing this bronze short knife that was about to hit his face, Yang Er placed the long knife flat on his chest, giving people the feeling that if the short knife attacked, he would swing the knife to block his face.

During the running, the bald man saw Yang Er's long knife, but he just put it on his chest to prevent himself from attacking the parts above his chest, and a sly smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

As the sly smile emerged, and the exclamations of the women and children in the audience, the bald strong man suddenly removed the short knife that was about to stab Yang Er in the face and stabbed Yang Er in the leg.

Listening to the exclamations of those women and children, as well as the bronze short knife in his hand that was about to pierce Yang Er's leg, the bald man seemed to have seen Yang Er's miserable situation, and the range of the sly smile on the corner of his mouth was getting bigger and bigger.

At this time, Yang Er, who had been holding the horizontal knife on his chest without any movement, finally moved.

In the stunned eyes of the bald strong man, Yang Er stretched out the thigh that was about to be stabbed first, dodged the bronze short knife that stabbed, and then kicked towards the jaw of the bald strong man with a fierce momentum.

"Click!" With Yang Er's leg, he kicked the bald man in the jaw, and a sound of tooth-making bones breaking reached the ears of these stupid people. Looking up along Yang Ergao's raised legs, everyone could see that the bald man had begun to fall down from the air.

"That's why I said you're a fool, and your arms plus your short knives are as long as my legs?" Without even raising his head, Yang Er listened to the distance from above, and slashed the long knife that had been held on his chest in front of him, and only after the screaming stopped abruptly did he look at the light head not far away, shaking the blood stains on the long knife, and whispered to himself.

Looking at the frightened head on the ground before he died, the atmosphere in the arena instantly became quiet, and no one seemed to dare to gasp loudly, for fear of provoking the man who was throwing the long knife.

After cleaning up the blood stains on the knife, Yang Er looked at the dozens of strong men surrounding women and children, held the long knife on the side of his waist again, and walked towards them with an expressionless face.

Those strong men with colorful dyes on their faces saw Yang Er walking towards them, looked at Lu Ming, and shouted with a fierce face.

"Patriarch Lu, are these natives threatening you?" Although those natives looked fierce on the outside, Wen Ping could clearly feel the fear in their hearts, looked at Lu Ming with a gloomy face, and asked with a light smile.

"Well, they said that General Yang has killed the warriors of their clan, if they dare to make a move against them, their clan will know about it, and they will definitely gather the surrounding clans and kill our Lu clan." Lu Ming clenched his fists tightly and said in a sad voice.

"Oh? So, there are many tribes of the natives here, right? Does Patriarch Lu know how many indigenous tribes there are on this Yizhou Island, and how many people are capable of fighting? Wen Ping continued to ask.

Lu Ming was already desperate when he heard the threat of those natives, but after hearing Wen Ping's question, he seemed to have thought of something, his expression was shocked, and he said excitedly: "As far as Xiao Lao'er knows, there are sixteen indigenous tribes on this island, some of which are large and some are small, the largest tribe has nearly 10,000 people, and the smallest tribe has nearly 1,000 people.

Because of the fierce customs of these natives, many women and children are also able to fight, and if you count them all, how can these sixteen tribes have nearly 50,000 combatants. Is the general going to do that... ”

Including women and children, 50,000? Hearing these data, Wen Ping laughed coldly. In his opinion, even if those 50,000 people, everyone is like these dozens of strong men in front of him, as long as he transfers another 5,000 soldiers from the Lang Evil Water Division, he can wipe out the natives of this island from this world.

Regarding Lu Ming's conjecture, Wen Ping did not deny it. Although he had always wanted a peaceful settlement, and Sun Ling had also given him the right to barter things, seeing what these natives were doing in the Lu clan's clan, Wen Ping finally knew why Sun Ling hated these foreigners so much.

What is happening in the Lu clan now is just a microcosm of what will happen in the land of China in the future. If they are allowed to grow up, one day, they will be able to go overseas and reach the land of China, then with their inferior nature of plundering, it will definitely be the people of the land of China who will suffer.

"If it is not of my race, its heart will be different!" With this sentence in his mouth, Wen Ping's eyes stared coldly at the dozens of natives who were frightened by Yang Er.

"Yang Er! If these natives on the island don't surrender, they must die! I want to bring tens of thousands of foreign slaves back as a gift to the lord as the first time the Lang Evil Water Master went to sea! Having already made up his mind in his heart, Wen Ping looked at Yang Er, who had already walked not far from the dozens of natives, and shouted loudly.

Hearing Wen Ping's shout, Yang Er, who was about to make a move, suddenly turned his head, looked at him in shock and said, "Are you serious?" It's not that Yang Er doesn't believe Wen Ping, but what he said is too impactful.

Yang Er clearly remembered that Wen Ping almost had a fight with Sun Ling because of this incident. Even if he led the Lang Evil Water Master to sea this time, it was because Sun Ling promised him that he could salute first and then soldier, so he was so excited. Unexpectedly, he now took the initiative to mention that he wanted to use troops against these natives.

"Would I joke with you about this kind of thing? You'd better deal with the natives first, they're ready. Seeing Yang Er's shocked look, Wen Ping pointed to the natives behind him and said teasingly.

In fact, even if Wen Ping didn't say it, Yang Er could know what those natives were doing when they turned their heads to talk to him. With such a loud sound of opening the bow and pulling the strings, Yang Er is not deaf, how can he not hear it? It's just that compared to what Wen Ping said, these dozens of small actions of the natives naturally belong to that kind of insignificant thing in Yang Er's heart.

Turning his head, Yang Er could see the dozens of indigenous strong men, each holding a bow, the bowstring had been mounted with arrows, the arrows were aimed at him, and they were laughing hideously.

Regarding the performance of these people, Yang Er looked at his armor, and then looked at the arrows aimed at him, and sighed secretly in his heart: Could it be that stupidity is also contagious? Otherwise, how could these natives have the same virtue as the one they had just killed, and did they think that the arrowhead made of bones could pierce their armor? It seems that there is no need to hide at all!

"Phew. Shout. Shout.. As those arrows flew in, Yang Er didn't even bother to dodge, except for protecting the parts above his chest, the other parts protected by the armor, let those flying arrows hit, and then with an arrow step, he directly crossed the natives who looked stupid, and turned his back to those women and children.

"Die!" Seeing that some of the natives were ready to continue to shoot arrows with bows, Yang Er didn't delay any longer because he was worried about the safety of the women and children behind, and roared and killed those natives.

Like a bloody whirlwind, among these dozens of indigenous strong men, Yang Er can always take away one, or even two lives, every time he shoots a knife, he can take away one, or even two lives, less than sixty breaths, thirty-five mutilated corpses are lying on the ground, Yang Er stood in the small pool of blood, and showed a gentle smile at the pillar that was rushing towards him.

"Who is it bad to mess with? Just go to the people he cares about! He was a man who could kill tens of thousands of troops with a thousand men! Well, now, there are no dead bodies! Wen Ping first looked at Yang Er, who was covered in blood but hugged the pillar with a warm face, and then looked at the severed limbs all over the ground, and secretly sighed.

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