Then everything went very smoothly, and Zhangxiong Gyatso's fierceness frightened Lang Nadu and Yeshiram. Everything was done according to his decision.

Even after seeing the strength of Zhangxiong Gyatso, Lang Nadu was not without apprehension in his heart, he didn't know what he was going to do next, whether he would succeed, if he didn't succeed, then he would completely anger the other party, and then he would have to have one more person who was smashed in his head.

But think about your own tribe, and watch hundreds of cattle and sheep and hundreds of people being separated and follow Zhangzhung Gyatso away. Anger surged into his heart again———— the Barbarian Royal Court was extremely powerful, even the weakest elder was not comparable to Zhangxiong Gyatso.

A hundred long-haired cows, nearly a thousand sheep, Zhangxiong Dorje and others drove them, smiling from ear to ear. Behind them were hundreds of people, all of whom were members of the warriors of the Black Sheep tribe who had surrendered, all of whom had been demanded by Zhangzhung Gyatso. In this way, there are no worries, and those warriors should be loyal to him with all their hearts.

Lobsang Gran helped a lot, and Zhangzhung Gyatso was about to give him half of the livestock, but the fat Lobsang man shook his head with a smile: "It's better for you to keep it for yourself, you are going to form your own tribe, how can you not have livestock?"

"Lobsang Datou, Zhangxiong Gyatso remembers your kindness, if you have any needs in the future, please tell me, as long as I can do it, I will never refuse. "Zhangzhung Gyatso is like that, the person who is good to him, he will remember the kindness, and he will never forget.

"Don't talk about this, you should be careful of Si Lang Yongzhong, his stupid son was killed by you, and he will definitely not give up. Lausanne Gran did not forget to remind.

"It's autumn now, and the tribe is busy preparing pastures for the winter, and even if the Slang tribe wants to trouble me, it will be next year. This winter is enough time for me to train a strong tribal army, and unless Slang doesn't come, if he dares to come, then the southwestern part of the Tulum Wasteland will return to the era of the four tribes. ”

Zhangzhung Gyatso was full of confidence, and the meaning of his words was obvious, if Silang Yongzhong dared to come to trouble, he would destroy the Silang tribe and annex it.

Lobsang Gran smiled and nodded, without saying anything more, bid farewell to Zhangxiong Gyatso, and returned with his men.

Zhangzhung Gyatso, along with his future people, drove the cattle and sheep that had been taken from Lang Nadu back to the Wolf Valley.

After Zhangxiong Gyatso and the others had all left, Lang Nadu lost his temper for a while, and finally ordered his subordinates with a gloomy face: "Tear down the tents, drive the cattle and sheep, and we will leave here." ”

The subordinates were puzzled and asked, "Where are we going, big head?" It's already autumn, and we need to harvest the grass in time to prepare for the winter. ”

"I can't stay here, Zhangxiong Gyatso is too ambitious, he is just buying time to form his own clan and army now, and when everything is ready, he will definitely come to annex our Black Sheep tribe. We're here just to survive, there's no hope. ”

Although Lang Nadu had only dealt with Zhangxiong Gyatso twice, he felt the ambition in him, and he was not a peaceful fellow. And there is a great enmity between each other, sooner or later they will be opposed again, rather than waiting here for death, it is better to immediately take the clansmen to the elder of the royal court.

The subordinates did not refute any more, and they were indeed frightened by Zhangxiong Gyatso's ruthlessness, and they got busy one by one, dismantling the tents, packing them up and driving the cattle and sheep, and marched to the direction of the royal court in the east overnight............!

............ Dividing line ..................

Zhangzhung Gyatso didn't know that Lang Nadu had escaped overnight, otherwise he would have had other ideas. After all, there were still hundreds of barbarians under his hands, and he had long regarded them as the force he wanted to annex in the future.

He was thinking about forming his own clan, first of all, to give his clan a name. He was not very good at this, and humbly asked the suggestions of Brown Ma Yangzhen and others, and got a variety of jaw-dropping names.

Some say it's the 'grass tribe', some say it's the 'otter tribe', some say it's the 'wild boar tribe', and the earth bear tribe............ Some simply called it the Gatso tribe, but in the end they really didn't count on them. Zhangxiong Gyatso decided: "Let's call it the Mao Niu tribe,"

The name of the hairy cow tribe is also very common, but the name does not mean anything, as long as they are strong, they can still fight to make a name.

Returning to the Wild Wolf Valley, the soldiers of the Black Sheep tribe who stayed behind saw that all their relatives were following them, cheering one by one, shouting the name of 'Zhangxiong Gyatso', which was originally conquered by his martial arts, but now they began to really collect their hearts.

Autumn is short in the wasteland and winter is long, and they already need to prepare for winter.

The names of the new tribes were announced, the slaughter of cattle and sheep was celebrated in the evening, and the next day, except for those who had not fully recovered from their injuries, everyone was mobilized to harvest the grass and store it in the Valley of the Wolves.

Now the woolly cattle tribe is full of more than 100 long-haired cattle and more than 1,000 sheep, and it is definitely not possible to feed a tribe of up to 400 people. The strong men of the Zhangzhung Gyatso sect began to hunt in the surrounding area, whether it was otters, hares, yellow sheep, even wild wolves, wild boars and other fierce beasts, they also hunted back and made their meat as food for the winter.

No one was idle, women, old people and children gathered pasture grass and piled it up in the wolf valley. Even the cow dung used as firewood was collected and piled up into a pile of black sheepfolds, and the corners of Zhangxiong Gyatso's mouth twitched———— there was no way, he crossed over to the barbarian tribe, and he could only adapt to this state of life.

In autumn, the wild animals are abundant, and the people and horses who hunt are returning their prey one after another. The women of the tribe disemboweled their prey, dried their furs to prepare for the winter, and the meat was salted in mud.

Seeing those yellow-brown lumps, Zhangxiong Gyatso couldn't stand it, so he called out to a few women and asked them to dig up a lot of thatch rhizomes, and then mash them all with animal bones. It is washed several times in Yue'er Lake, leaving behind light white fibers.

The only decent deep-bottomed iron pot was snatched from Lang Nadu, and the mud salt was thrown into it, melted and stirred with water, and then layered with layers of thatch fibers to filter out the impurities inside, leaving a faint yellow brine. Boiled on a pile of cow dung, as the water evaporated, the bottom of the pot left a layer of salt, which was much better than the mud, although the color was still impure.

The onlookers saw this magical scene, and one by one they rushed to pick up a little salt and taste it, and their eyes suddenly lit up, and they all showed joyful looks. Looking at Zhangxiong Gyatso's gaze, he became more and more awe-inspired. Just a few thatch roots turn the hard-to-eat mud salt into crystal clear salt grains, which is amazing. The grains of salt were in very good condition, and several women had seen the salt he had exchanged from the orcs at the head of Langnadu, which was said to have been sold by the human kingdom, and it was not far from being a lot in comparison.

With this salt, it is much better to marinate animal meat. In the evening, a large pot of yellow mutton was boiled, and the warriors who had been tired from hunting for a day were surprised to find that the meat was not ............!