Wanyan Taiji and Wanyan Baoge both drank a lot of wine, and curled up on the thick animal skin and slept soundly until the shrill horn warning sound came.

Even a relatively sober person like Wanyan Taiji did not expect that someone would attack them so quickly. Wanyan Taiji, who rushed out of the house, saw that the enemy's cavalry had broken through the outer defense and entered the core area of ​​Huanglong City.

In fact, there is no longer much defensive power in Huanglong City. Most of the people are involved in this internal strife in fighting for power. In Huanglong City, only a few soldiers, the elderly, weak, women and children are left.

When he first saw those fully armed soldiers, Wanyan Taiji almost thought it was the main force of the Qi people, but he immediately realized that this was definitely not the Qi army, because the style of these armor was not owned by the Qi army. More importantly, when those people rushed over, they shouted in their words.

"Temuer!" Wanyan Taiji shouted shrillly. He heard from the accents of these female Nao people that this was from the Western Nuozhi tribe.

Unfortunately, Timuer couldn't hear Wanyan Taiji's shouting, because at this moment, he was intercepting a thousand elites outside Huanglong City, killing the Wanyan tribe who tried to escape to report the news. Only his two thousand subordinates actually entered Huanglong City.

Wanyan Taiji didn't have time to put on his armor, so he jumped onto the war horse, picked up a spear, and pointed the sound of horse hooves behind him. When he turned around, he saw Wanyan Baoge riding on the horse, carrying a big axe and following him.

"Kill the enemy, kill the enemy!" Wanyan Baoge directly passed Wanyan Taiji and rushed towards the enemy ahead with a shout.

Wanyan Taiji watched as Wanyan Baoge's axe just raised, but he was stabbed by a spear from the other party. Wanyan Baoge is already old, and he shouldn't have carried the heavy axe he had when he was young. His age and his arm strength no longer allow him to use such a weapon.

"Baoge!" Wanyan Taiji stared at the blood-red eyes, carried a spear, and took some personal guards who had finally gathered together, and rushed towards the warriors of the Xinu Zhi tribe who were rushing towards him.

Such a battle did not happen any accidents, and the surprise attack made people doubt his authenticity. Sporadic resistance was extinguished in a blink of an eye.

The attack was launched before dawn, and the battle was over just dawn.

"Bring all the property, food, strong woman, and return to the station immediately." Timuer's face turned red due to excitement. This is Huanglong City, which has ruled the wasteland for decades, and this is the Wanyan tribe, but now it is trampled by himself.

"Kill all men who are above the wheel height!"

With the ruthless order from Timuer, Huanglong City suddenly became a hell on earth.

When it was dawn, a raging fire broke out in Huanglong City. The Xinuzhi tribe army had already embarked on the way back. When they came, they had only three thousand strong soldiers. When they returned, there were hundreds of two large chariots. The large chariots were filled with the wealth, food, and some equipment of the Wanyan tribe. On both sides of the two chariots, thousands of strong women were tied with ropes, and they were crying and looking back three times amid the cavalry's shouting and whipping.

The strong woman is also a property on the wasteland, because they can give birth to more successors for the tribe, and men above the wheel are killed in order to make the enemy weak in war. It will take at least fifteen or sixteen years for a newborn to grow into a warrior. The Wanyan tribe lost this time, but the combat power of a full generation.

The women of the Wanyan tribe were frightened and confused. Their generation had seen such scenes under the protection of Wanyan Aguda. The old people who could remember such cruel tribal killings in their early years were either lying in a pool of blood or crying in despair in the fire.

No one would have thought that before Wanyan Agu had hit the bones, the arrogant Wanyan tribe was hit with such a devastating blow.

The news of Huanglong City being attacked was not spread until dawn. The other large tribes nearby who had been watching were shocked and immediately raised their troops and rushed out of the garrison one by one.

It is one thing that I dare not attack the Wanyan tribe, but it seems that everyone is not worried about attacking the Xinuzhi tribe.

But when they saw the fully armored knights marching in a mighty manner, they all took a breath. The largest tribe among them could only gather more than a thousand warriors.

Of course, if everyone unites together, there is no problem with gathering ten thousand people, but the key is, can they form an agreement to unite?

Even if they unite and face such a large army wearing armor, how much chance of winning will they have? Even if they win, can their income meet the expenses?

This calculation problem is a bit complicated and difficult. So under the gaze of one large tribe after another, Timuer drove towards his station in a swagger.

At this time, Timuer was already impressed by Ren Hao's plan. Sure enough, these people have a thief heart but no courage. Even at this time, they only dared to watch and drool.

"Only those who dare to think and do can become kings." Ren Hao said this to Temuer.

Tamur rode on the war horse and simply took off his helmet and let the cold wind blow his black hair high.

In the distance, a tribe rode out from a crowd and ran straight towards Timuer. Timuer waved his hand to stop the attempt to intercept his guards, but instead stopped the horse and looked at the knight who was running quickly.

When Temur was dozens of steps away, the man stopped the horse, turned over and got off the horse, and walked towards Temur. This action immediately made Temur's personal guard feel relieved. On the wasteland, this meant that there was no hostility.

"Jierhalang, my brother, are you here to congratulate me on the victory?" Looking at the visitor, Temuer laughed.

The person who came was in his early thirties and was burly. At this moment, he looked at Timuer and showed an admiration in his eyes.

"Temuer, you are indeed worthy of my admiration, and I am indeed here to congratulate you." Jierharang smiled and bowed: "But you only defeated the empty nest of Huanglong City, and the main force of the Wanyan Division is still behind. After knowing this news, they will definitely abandon their past grudges and settle the score."

"Jirharang, are you going to help me with this? "Temuer narrowed his eyes.

Jierhalang smiled and said, "Temuer, I hope to get some gifts from you. In this case, I will immediately lead my troops to retreat. When the Wanyan tribe attacks you, I will not help each other. If you can defeat the main force of the Wanyan tribe again, then I will become your firm supporter and support you to become the new Lord of the Wasteland."

Timuer laughed: "If I don't hold back, will you lead your troops to attack me?"

"Not bad." Jierharang bluntly said: "Temuer, you and Wanyan are the lions on the wasteland. We are just some wild wolves and lions. Wild dogs dare not join in. They can only rely on the winner after you decide the winner. This is also the law of our survival. I don't think you blame me for this."

Temuer was very satisfied with Jierhalang comparing him to the Wanyan tribe as a metaphor for a lion, which represents the other party's deep recognition of himself. Jierhalang said it right, his behavior was the code of conduct on the wasteland. Ren Hao had already analyzed this point and had already formulated corresponding response measures for him.

"Come here, leave my brother Jierharang with treasures, food, and a hundred strong women." Timur waved his hand and said, "Jirharang, I suggest you can retreat a little bit, but don't retreat too far, because I and the Wanyan tribe can quickly decide the outcome. If you run too far, you won't be able to pick up too much cheaper. As the first tribe to express my support to me, I will repay you in the future."

"Thank you for your generous elegance," Jierharang laughed and said, "I look forward to you becoming the Lord of the Wasteland. I will retreat a hundred miles and stare at your battle with the Wanyan tribe. If you can win, Jierharang will become your most loyal hound."

Timuer said confidently: "You will see it."

The Xinu Zhi tribe continued to move forward, leaving Jierhalang with two carriages of property, food, and a hundred strong women tied up.

With Jierharang, some tribes came to ask for money from Timuer one after another. Timuer also refused and generously left them what they wanted. Only those large tribes that thought they were not much different from Timuer's strength were proud of their identity, but they were unwilling to come and bow their heads to Timuer as small.

Although such an act that seems to be a robbery represents another meaning on the wasteland, that is, surrender in another sense. Of course, the premise is that Temuer can win the next decisive battle with the Wanyan tribe.

The big tribe naturally has the considerations of the big tribe. If Timuer loses, then they will naturally come to clean up Timuer openly. If Timuer wins, then in the future, there will be a chaotic world on the wasteland. It is not certain who can really become the lord of the wasteland?

Under the different gazes of countless people, Timuer and his mighty team disappeared from the horizon.

At this time, in Huanglong City, the troops of the Wanyan tribe were angrily looking at the ruined homeland. The leaders of each branch who were enemies of each other finally sat together again after Wanyan Agu died.
Chapter completed!