Almost thirty percent of the loss of jīng sharp force made Gao Feng's heart heavy, and the pole said their loss, and then began to talk about the loss of the desolate.

"There are two shelterers on the desolate side, ...... Jin Neng killed."

As soon as these words came out, Gao Feng's eyebrows were tall, and he was impressed by Jin Neng, and then he heard it again:

"There are about nine hundred corpses counted, many desolate people have been burned to ashes, the number is almost four or five hundred, overall, one thousand two or three, and many desolate people have withdrawn with injuries, and the casualties add up, there should be about 1,005 ......."

The estimation of the pole is very pertinent, not deliberately exaggerated, nor conservative, Gao Feng nodded, this battle is not counted as the casualties of the patrons, it should be the victory of the desolate people, you must know that in the night attack a few days ago, the jīng rui warriors wiped out two thousand desolate people, and only twelve people were killed in total, and there is no comparable xìng at all.

"All the fallen warriors were sent to the Blackclaw tribe, and a hill was divided to bury them, and their names were engraved as a memorial, and the crippled warriors were appointed as stewards at the bottom, and let them manage the affairs of the tribe, and as for the descendants of the tribal warriors who died in battle, they could receive free offerings from the tribe until they were able to support themselves ......."

Gao Feng's words, the pole is not the first time to hear it, but every time he hears it, his mood will always be upset, because he also walked up step by step from the tribal warriors, and he knows what the tribal warriors want most.

Looking at the pole's touched expression, Gao Feng thought of another thing in his heart, to solve the worries of the tribal warriors, and then form a support system for the tribal warriors in the future, and transform them into professional soldiers, which means that they will only be loyal to them and pay them, and solve the people who are in the back road, and it is no longer possible to have the soil of betrayal like Mantou, as long as he controls the military power, he can control the tribe, control the tribe, and the civilization construction he has launched will not be destroyed by others.

The pole rejoiced in the repulsion of the desolate people, but the desolate people were gloomy and gloomy, and when they set out on the expedition, their morale was high, as if they were invincible, and when they returned, they were dejected, leaving behind more than a thousand corpses and two shelterers in vain.

After they returned to the earth tribe, they counted and found that there were less than 9,000 left in the team of more than 10,000 people, in addition to the hundreds of inchs who froze to death on the way, and 2,000 inchs escaped, and the actual expedition of 13,000 troops, the most reluctantly lost 4,000, although they had 15,000 in the eyes of the peak, in fact there were only 13,000, of which 9,000 were inchs and 6,000 were desolate warriors.

The people who died in the battle were basically the desolate warriors, plus the lack of attention to keeping warm after being wounded, almost 1,400 died of frostbite, plus the 2,000 desolate warriors who were destroyed in the transfer center, and the loss of the full head of troops was also quite a lot.

These forces were not full of their own troops, his original tribe only had 800 warriors, and later received 3,000 warriors from the Huangqi tribe, plus some people recruited in the southern wilderness, a total of only about 4,050, and then Chi Yeye's 8,000 troops, which dominated the position.

The key problem is that the troops lost in these two times are not his men and horses, but the strength of the desert tribes in the western wilderness, and the peak occupies the grain transfer center, which is equivalent to cutting off their connection with the remaining tribes in the western wilderness, cutting off the tribes, losing troops and losing generals, plus the death of a few shelterers, the leaders of several tribes represented by the barbarians are all fluctuating, and their full control has plummeted, and basically they can't count on the strength of the western wilderness.

Shut down

In this way, there are only more than 10,000 troops left to control the Diqian tribe and the canyon, which is a bit clumsy, if he doesn't suppress the other tribes with the righteousness of the desolate people, God knows what problems will arise in the Dao.

At this time, it was also the weakest time for Mantou, but his attention was not on the current predicament, but holding a gorgeous bone carving bowl, sitting on the head of Chi Yeye's bed where he was recuperating, and looking at Chi Yeye gently.

"Thank you for your hard work, I didn't expect that kid to really become a ...... of Xianfeng Jialuo."

The rare tenderness on his head made Chi Ye Ye teary. Full of eyes, struggling to sit up, but the bandage of the wound suddenly showed a patch of red with her movements, which was particularly eye-catching.

Holding Chi Yeye down with a clean head, he shook his head, and said with some disgust:

"It's all like this, it's not honest, lie down obediently, everything has me, you can rest assured ......."

After speaking, he put the black medicinal juice in the bowl to Chi Yeye's mouth, and said with a command: "Drink ......." ”

Chi Yeye really ate this set, looked at the ugly head with tenderness and sweetness, and opened her mouth to drink the medicinal juice she didn't know.

He watched Chi Yeye drink all the medicinal juice intently and infatuatedly, not letting her miss a drop, and then slid his rough fingers over Chi Yeye's lips, wiped off the residue of the medicinal juice for her, put the bowl aside casually, and said solemnly to Chi Yeye:

"You can recuperate with peace of mind, everything is with me, no matter how you say it, I am also a half-step forward, and those torturers can't turn the sky ......."

After speaking, he domineeringly pressed Chi Yeye's sideways back to the bed, and touched Chi Yeye's face, making Chi Yeye's cheeks red, and hiding his face in the pillow with shame.

"By the way, Ye Ye, draw out Xianfeng's blood, what should I do? What should I do to prepare for a blood exchange? ”

The words were as gentle as before, and Chi Yeye, who was falling into tenderness, couldn't think of anything else, and said the things that Xianfeng Jialuo had exchanged for blood in a muffled voice, but his voice became lower and lower, and he began to ask, and his voice became more ......and more urgent.

"What do you think of those bastards letting our men go to the front?"

The arrogant Ma Jin Dao sat in his place, staring at the few shelterers around him with fierce eyes, the shelterers present plus the arrogant were only six people, everyone had a Qi sè, even the fat woman who wanted to kill Gao Feng before also had a kind of despair.

"Let's talk about Sister Meili first, Sister Meimei's man and brother died in the hands of that person, it depends on whether Sister Meili wants to take revenge or not......."

In the corner, a Loya patron with pigtails was the first to speak, his eyes only staring at the fat woman, and when the woman heard the man, her eyes flashed with angry sparks, flickered twice, and then went out silently, shook her head and said:

"I don't have an opinion, that person can even hurt Chi Yeye, what can I do? If I fight him again, I may die at his hands...... ”

"I heard that he was the one who killed Hengduan......

Barbarian thought of something, his face twitched a little, he was Hengduan's henchman, and he was also the one who snatched the Hengduan tribe and forced Kaiyue to leave, so he was very jealous of Gao Feng.

The brutal words moved the others together, it was amazing, before Kaiyue misunderstood that Gao Feng killed Hengduan, and finally caused a tragedy, and now, they also misunderstood Gao Feng to kill Hengduan, but they were very low in their hearts.

"Mantou may not be able to win, he didn't escape from the Heavenly Claw Tribe?"

The other patron, whose face was covered with pockmarked seeds, like black sesame seeds, spoke, in a disdainful tone.

"That's right, this guy is unreliable, people took him in, gave him a place to live, and he betrayed others, we take refuge in it, and we may not be able to end up ...... a good end."

There are also astolers in the corner, and when he heard this, his heart was even more entangled, there were things before, they were all cross-sectional decisions, he just needed to implement them, and now let him decide his future fate, but he didn't know how to choose, and he fell into anxiety and entanglement.