Si Lang Yongzhong never dreamed that he would be attacked by someone, and no one should dare to haunt him in this weather?

It's a pity that Zhangxiong Gyatso and others didn't give him a chance, and after he got in, more than 20 people, regardless of men, women, and children, were slaughtered, leaving only Si Lang Yongzhong............ He also had to use the Silang loyalty to subdue the herdsmen of the entire tribe.

"Damn, Zhangxiong Gyatso, you actually came to attack me? You have already killed my stupid son, why do you still refuse to give up?" Kicked to the ground by Zhangxiong Gyatso, Si Lang Yongzhong, whose mouth was full of blood, watched his women and children being ruthlessly killed, and he was almost crazy, and when he saw that the attacker was Zhangxiong Gyatso, he immediately scolded angrily.

"We barbarians have always been like this, what do you have to say? If it weren't for the winter, you ask yourself, would you have sent troops to attack me immediately?" said Zhangxiong Gyatso coldly, without the slightest reaction to his men killing the old and weak women and children.

Although Zhangxiong Gyatso's soul comes from the earth, after all, the other half of his soul belongs to the barbarians, and naturally has a barbaric aura, so it cannot be said that he is cruel, this is the way of survival of the barbarians. He knew very well that if his clan was captured by Silang Yongzhong, his younger brother Zhangxiong Dorje and Solang Dhondrup's family would definitely not be spared.

The movement here has alarmed the herdsmen outside, and the warriors hurriedly got out of the tents, picked up animal bones and wooden sticks, and surrounded the warriors of the Mao Niu tribe outside.

Zhangzhung Gyatso pulled Silang Yongzhong's hair and dragged him out of the tent, his cold gaze sweeping over the surrounding Silang tribal warriors.

"I am optimistic that Silang Yongzhong has fallen into my hands, from today on, the Silang tribe is finished, surrender to me, join my Maoniu tribe, I will treat everyone equally, if anyone wants to resist, Silang Yongzhong's family is your end." ”

After saying that, he raised his spear and lowered his hand, pierced Si Lang Yongzhong's chest fiercely, and nailed it to the top of the tent. Si Lang struggled for a while, and finally died tragically on the spot. And after all this happened, none of the Silang tribe warriors who surrounded him stood up for it. They even couldn't help but take a few steps back, apparently frightened by the cruel and ruthless Zhangzhung Gyatso.

"Have you thought about it, do you want to fight or surrender, my patience is limited, don't let me down?" said Zhangxiong Gyatso coldly, in fact, he was also a little nervous, after all, the number of people is very different. If all the people of the Silang tribe show their blood and bravery, they will avenge Silang Yongzhong. Although they had forty armed with iron spears and were the strongest warriors, they were no match for hundreds.

"You say we can be like the rest of the Woolly Cattle tribesmen, and don't have to let us be herding slaves?" After a while, a middle-aged herdsman, who looked relatively athletic, spoke first.

"Of course, I will treat everyone equally if you join my Maoniu tribe of Zhangxiong Gyatso, and from today onwards, you will all be my brothers and sisters. If you go out to fight, those who fight bravely will receive a rich reward, and what I have said will definitely count. ”

Zhangxiong Gyatso was secretly happy in his heart, but his expression was still calm.

"Okay, I choose to surrender to you, Zhangxiong Gyatso. I've done enough to be a shepherd slave for Silang Yongzhong's family, he treats me as a person, as long as you can fulfill your promise, my life of Danba Zengji is yours!" the middle-aged herdsman said hatefully, kneeling at the feet of Zhangxiong Gyatso.

It turned out that this middle-aged man was a herdsman who was loyal to Si Lang, and the status of the herdsman was humble, and even ordinary herdsmen couldn't catch up, and he didn't own his own property, but just grazed Si Lang Yongzhong, and he was hungry and full. With the opportunity to change his fate, he naturally did not want to let it go.

Soon, as Danba Zengji surrendered, the other herdsmen also knelt down and fell down in an uproar. In fact, all of them are Slang Yongzhong's shepherd slaves, which shows Silang's persecution of him and others.

The freer herders are still hesitating, fearing that their property will be confiscated if they surrender............ After all, according to the rules of the barbarians of the wasteland, the defeated side, all cattle and sheep will be lost.

"Zhangxiong Datou, if we surrender, will we be able to keep our own property?" asked an old man.

"Of course, except for Si Lang's loyal property, I will not take back your own cattle and sheep, or yours. Zhangxiong Gyatso replied.

Now in the Maoniu tribe, almost all the cattle and sheep were snatched by him from the hands of the Black Sheep tribe Langnadu, so at this moment, it can be said that the people of the Maoniu tribe are all Zhangxiong Gyatso raising them. But when the people of the Slang tribe joined, they had to go out one by one. After all, as the tribe grew stronger day by day, it was impossible for him to occupy all the cattle and sheep property.

"We are willing to surrender, under the immortal world, you are our new big head. The old man was satisfied, and knelt down with joy, and soon there was no one standing except a dozen of the slang loyalists and their families.

"What, have you decided?" Zhangxiong Gyatso snorted, looking at the hard-fought guys, who had already moved to kill.

"Zhangxiong Gyatso, what kind of man is he who sneaks up in the middle of the night, you have the ability to come and duel with me, you win me, we will naturally surrender to you, otherwise we will fight." Even if we die, we're going to make you miserable. A strong man at the head of the group shouted.

"Very good, there are still a few people in the Slang tribe who have blood and bravery, I promise you. And for the sake of your blood bravery, I will not kill you, but will use my fists to make you willingly surrender to me. ”

Zhangxiong Gyatso likes this kind of warrior who is not inferior to him, as long as he submits this kind of person, they will die for their lives. Especially by the way, it can also deter other people, killing two birds with one stone.

Tashi Langdo and the others were naturally relieved by Xiong Gyatso, and they even drove away the crowd with a smile, leaving a vacant space in the middle, waiting for the strong man to come over and fight Zhangxiong Gyatso. In their opinion, such a move is undoubtedly a death sentence.

The strong man, Lag Jianshen, was the most powerful warrior under Silang Yongzhong, and he came out and opposed Zhangzhung Gyatso. Both were bare-handed, unarmed.

"Come on, you attack first, don't worry, I'll be very careful, I won't kill you like I killed that stupid son of Silang Yongzhong. Zhangxiong Gyatso said very seriously, in fact, he didn't expect to smash Silang Yongzhong's stupid son to death with a punch at that time, and it can only be said that he was not used to the violent power of this body at that time.

Ragjian snorted and pounced, slamming his fist at him. Zhangxiong Gyatso dodged it with a slight flicker, and as he grabbed his arm, he twisted it, grabbed the belt of his animal skin robe with his left hand, and violently picked it up and threw it out. Lightweight like throwing a small sandbag.

Ragjian Tssen immediately sensed that Zhangxiong Gyatso's strength was simply terrifying, just like Beamon in human form. He knew that the other party had shown mercy just now, otherwise he might not be able to get up all of a sudden.

Turning around, he got up and continued to attack, he was ready to hug Zhangxiong Gyatso's chest and waist and grab the uniform from behind. It's a pity that his body sensitivity is not as good as Zhangxiong Gyatso. Several times in circles, it was easily dodged.

"It's up to me!" "Zhangxiong Gyatso suddenly accelerated, turned forward sharply, grabbed Lagjianshen's animal skin robe, grabbed it with his hand, grabbed it, lifted it off the ground sharply, and threw it out again.......

With a thud, Ragjian fell to the ground. The surrounding Maoniu tribal warriors shouted and cheered for Zhangxiong Gyatso. Even those Silang tribesmen who had just surrendered had opened their mouths to applaud, especially which shepherd slave Danba Zengji shouted the loudest.

"No, I'm not your opponent!"

Frustrated, Lag Jianshen also spoke his mind, fell to one knee and surrendered to Zhangzhung Gyatso. As for the others, they won't hold it up.

The big harvest is just a no-brainer!