Although he was alerted, Yang Zilu came out in this battle with the determination to become a benevolent person if he did not succeed, and most of them were the same as Yang Zilu. Most of them are people who have experienced like Xia Hu's roar, their beloved, their children, and their relatives have all died on the birth tribe, and hatred can make people strong.

Germany, which rose astonishingly because of the hatred of the First World War, survived the global financial turmoil. Gou Jian was originally just a gentleman, but because of hatred, he became the overlord of the Spring and Autumn Period.

On the other hand, the alliance between the two tribes, the more people of the Sanli tribe and the Haiyan tribe couldn't react, and in their opinion, now the Jiukui tribe should tremble and huddle in their small city, praying to the gods of the heavens, praying that they can survive today. Instead of charging without fear of death like now, it should be them who launched the charge, why did the characters change?

"Run! Reinforcements from the Nine Kui Divisions are coming! There are thousands of them! A voice suddenly sounded from nowhere. It made the already panicked biracial coalition even more panicked, especially the slave-made soldiers.

"Who? Death to those who dare to spread rumors! Chan Limeng's reaction was fast enough, although he couldn't help but panic for a moment when he heard it, but whether it was true or not, he first named his surname as a rumor to prevent the army's heart from collapsing.

But the military spirit of the alliance of the two clans was already a little chaotic, and Yang Zilu led one hundred and sixty people to actually fight the two coalition forces back. You must know that more than 500 people have been mobilized here.

"Run! If you don't run, it's too late! "I don't know where the voices came from, but there are more than a dozen of them. At this moment, everyone couldn't help but be stunned, and the army's heart was in turmoil. Especially when the front is losing and retreating, they don't know how many enemies there are. I just heard a scream of killing that shook the sky.

When fighting, everyone's nerves are tense, but it's like a bowstring, once it breaks, it will completely lose its combat effectiveness. It is precisely because of this that Bai Qi was able to calmly pit 400,000 Zhao troops.

Now hearing the sound of escape, some people instinctively choose to escape, it is not terrible for one person to escape, what is terrible is that kind of drive, and soon a second person will escape. Born in a daze, from the beginning of the war to the present, he did not know why he was defeated. Seeing someone fleeing, the soldiers of the two ethnic coalitions who were fighting in front also chose to flee.

Their thinking is very simple, why should I cut off for you in front, and you yourself can escape calmly. But the collapse of the front is even more frightening than the collapse of the rear.

Even Yang Zilu never imagined that the development of the war would go so smoothly. Smoothly to Yang Zilu had a feeling of dreaming, but Yang Zilu saw where the birth of Meng came from, Yang Zilu knew that it was real, Yang Zilu showed a cruel smile and looked at the birth of Meng Limeng.

"What do you want to do!" When she saw Yang Zilu walking towards him, she couldn't help but feel a little numb. "Someone! Come on! Kill him for me! ”

Yang Zilu rushed forward quickly, and a panicked spear stabbed out, Yang Zilu flashed sideways, and casually kicked on the wrist of the child, and under the pain, the company involuntarily sent away the hand holding the short spear. Yang Zilu quickly rushed forward and slit the throat of Chan Limeng with a sword.

Chan Limeng's eyes were full of disbelief, and he couldn't understand why he had lost even though victory had already beckoned him. Yang Zilu didn't wait for the birth of the birth of the Meng to die, cut off the head of the birth of the birth of the birth of the Meng, held it high, and shouted: "The birth of the birth of the Meng is dead!" Surrender or kill! ”

"Surrender or kill!" The nearby warriors of the Nine Kui tribes all let out a roar of rage.

Slowly, one, two...... All those who were still resisting threw down their weapons in frustration. Yang Zilu immediately ordered: "Quickly escort them all back to Jiukui City!" ”

At this moment, Xia Hu roared, covered in blood, and the bronze axe in his hand was stained with red and white things, and at a glance, he knew that this girl was specially greeting someone else's head. Xia Hu roared slowly to Yang Zilu's side, and said in a deep and resolute voice: "Chief, it's better to send someone to where Jiukui City is, and let the people in the tribe come out and accept it!" ”

"Nope! Let's go back to the city too! Yang Zilu said unexpectedly.

Xia Hu was stunned and persuaded: "Chief, now is the time to expand the results!" ”

"I asked a prisoner just now, there are five hundred people here, and we have killed and captured at least two hundred, and the rest have been killed. They will not dare to come and offend us in a short time, or at least be sure that they will no longer dare to attack us in the next day. In addition, in this siege, the Li tribe and the Haiyan tribe lost about 200 people. And only 800 people left in the combined army of the two tribes are still fighting power. But don't forget that the patriarch of the Sanli clan was killed, and the rest of the Sanri clan people are all in their own way, that is to say, the real threat to us is only more than 300 people from the Haiyan Tribe! Are we afraid? And what kind of weather is it now? Yang Zilu asked with a smile.

"Now!" When Xia Hu heard this, he immediately understood that Yang Zilu was completely ready to rely on the weather to crush everyone.

Many roads in the mountains are so narrow that a heavy snowfall can block more than 80% of the roads, while other roads require a lot of extra time even if they are passable. And now, even one night, the alliance of the two clans does not know how many people will die in the cold. In the unsheltered wilderness, how much warmth can a lit bonfire give people in the cold wind? If they don't want to die, then the only way to do this is to surrender Yang Zilu.

"Got it?" Yang Zilu said with a smile.

"Got it! Instead of continuing to attack and sacrifice the lives of the soldiers, it is better to go back and defend the city! You can even use no force and let everyone be blessed. Xia Huroar's eyes at this moment were a little more deeply admired.

However, when he returned to Jiukui City and heard Kan Pingtian's statistics, Yang Zilu's good mood became extremely heavy.

"So far, twenty-two people have been killed and fifty-six wounded. In addition, thirteen strong women and teenagers were killed in the battle, and thirty-one strong women and teenagers were injured. Kan Pingtian said indifferently.

Although this is just a statistic and some preparations, it still makes Yang Zilu feel the cruelty of the war, and thirty-five people have lost their lives forever in one day.

"Bury them well! Where did the family send a hundred catties of bacon to appease well! Yang Zilu said in a deep voice. For the first time, he thought to himself whether it was worth it to implicate the Shanyue people to join in order to save Yiguang and Zheng Dan. Now is just the beginning, if there is a full-scale war with the Yue country, then the number of dead and wounded will be in thousands or even tens of thousands.

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