Chapter 13 The Condor Shooter

"I have arranged all the things that the men of the tribe have to do. My father, the great shaman of Ai Luojie, will also take care of the tribe."

Kalama is serious.

Zhu Youjian naturally welcomed him wholeheartedly.

His joining is no small matter.

He is currently the first savage Jurchen tribe leader who is willing to follow him.

And he is not an ordinary tribal leader.

And as said before, Savage Jurchen is just a general term.

In each tribe, there are Jurchens, Aluoji people, and people from other tribes.

These tribes and ethnic groups all have their own names, but these ethnic groups are scattered into many tribes in this wild northern land.

The leader of the tribe was talking about him.

Everyone was quarreling over whether he could successfully rob the Jianzhou people and take those soldiers back to the old forest alive.

The three words "Great Shaman" in his mouth mean that Jalama's tribe is the ancestral land of the Ailuoji people, the core, the strongest, and possibly the oldest Ailuoji tribe.

The Manchus went to war, and these young and strong soldiers could not be the three hundred young and strong Manchus.

Women who have met him try to describe to other women how tall, strong, resolute and heroic he is, and then the topic gradually turns to something indescribable and full of disgusting things.

Therefore, in order to show his identity, Zhu Youjian walked with him at the front of the Centurion.

as expected.

At this time, as the Niulu Ezhen, Dahazik was hastily putting the lightning rod helmet on his head.

Arrange it in a few words.

"Yes, it's the Condor Shooter!!!"

"If the Jianzhou people take root here, our Menghash tribe will not be able to survive!"

Be more transparent.

Kalama's tribe is not small, and the members of the entire tribe are estimated to have exceeded a thousand people.

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and several warriors from the Monhash tribe nodded repeatedly, with serious expressions on their faces.

From a fucking shabby forest! A fucking man wearing a shabby leather jacket walked out casually! He was a fucking eagle shooter!!

It's the Condor Shooter!

Out of people, those who have hope are greatly encouraged.

There was no one around and no help. At this moment, I couldn't help but feel that this group of people might really stir up trouble when they went out.

Of course, some Niulu can send more than 300 combat troops.

Too far.

The Centurion's first raid began.

Buddha is alive!!

The arrow was strung up, and the bow was stretched toward the sky and almost turned into a full moon.

Zhu Youjian's team turned south and marched towards Nuergandusi.

Through each tribe and each tribe's previous contact network, the name of the Ulte of the Black Banner in Laolinzi has begun to spread to every savage Jurchen tribe.

A 'farm'.

With much anticipation.

The grass-roots unit transformed from the hunting team in the early days of its fortune, initially consisting of a team of ten people, and later expanded to a team of three hundred people, "Niu Lu" is a more suitable name for this farm.

A large cotton padded jacket with rivets, and the color matches the flag.

The only people who can be confused with them are the Ming Dynasty border troops, they are all derived from the same mold.

Then go back the way you came.

So that those who have come into contact with the tribe along the way can take a good look at the centurion and Kalama, the tribal leader.

Beside him, the bear-like Kalama also popped up his head.

"Uh-huh!"

Niulu Ezhen, who leads a Niulu group, actually has similar rights to the soldiers and civilians under his command as tribal leaders such as Kalama and Gu Yiqi.

Without arranging too many twists and turns, Zhu Youjian just rode the horse forward alone, exposing himself to the sight of this amazing slave, and then took the initiative in the eyes of those who were either wary or doubtful.

Arrow and bow.

Zhu Youjian smiled evilly: "So we can't let them go, otherwise how can the brothers of the Menghash tribe feel at ease?"

In the blink of an eye, there was another faint low whistle that broke through the air, and a panicked Aha in the station was directly nailed to the ground by an arrow.

"They are few! We have a hundred warriors!"

"There is a wooden wall, but it has not yet been encircled. It is also crudely built and very new. It seems to be a worn-out method used by the Ming Dynasty army. Do you need to stay for a long time to build the house by cutting down the wood and casting the wall? There seem to be only about forty people inside.

Among the armed men, thirty?”

that's all.

As he said this, Kalama could not help but grit his teeth.

A group of Buddhist slaves also woke up.

Aha, a serf in rags, screamed.

As long as you can gather 300 soldiers to fight with the flag master during the war, even if you are just a young man with only you in charge, you can do it.

"ah!!"

You can recognize them as Niu Lu from the Qing Dynasty by looking at their clothes.

Even if the arrow were shot, it would have been limp and fluttering.

Because they know.

It's just that the location of Niulu's station that Zhu Youjian's centurion met was somewhat remote and remote, and it looked no different from the tribes in the old forest.

Zhu Youjian poked his head out from the hill and looked from a distance.

Suddenly, screams spread throughout the Niulu station.

So when Zhu Youjian was marching.

The first battle of the Centurion is here.

This distance, this terrifying accuracy, is right in the sky! Except for those monsters that can shoot down eagles soaring in the sky on the ground, and the arrows they shoot are so powerful that they can directly penetrate iron armor! It can't be anyone else.

!

It further confirmed the conjectures of the slave builders!

And after he left, he was in the old forest of the Savage Jurchen.

Dingkou is full of people, but those who can fight may not be full of people.

His men are calling for Dahazik.

"Let's do it! Wu'er Te Ezhen!"

The men of the tribe are talking about him.

But in fact, a nominal Niu Lu does not necessarily include a full list of young men and women.

Of course, as the Qing Dynasty was an advanced feudal slave-owning country with centralized military power and military-civilian unity, the name "farm" was obviously inappropriate.

But none of the Jiannu in the distance had any intention of dodging. Although each of them drew their weapons, their eyes were still full of doubts and some sarcasm.

No matter how big and round you are, you can't do it.

Just as Jiannu got on his horse and planned to go over to meet the uninvited guest, a low whistle broke through the air. Then, Jiannu, who had been watching from the highest point of the station, fell over in response!

His body rolled twice and fell from the height of the wooden wall. After landing with a thud, he rolled twice and collapsed in front of a group of slaves.

"The Jianzhou people have built their homes closer and closer to our tribe. The nearest tribe here in our old forest is only two days away."

"Shield! Hide! Don't let the Condor Shooter see you!"

The women of the tribe are talking about him.

Guess how they would rob the Jianzhou people and how they would deal with the thunder thrown by the legendary Jianzhou people.

After many days of marching, Jin Yiwei finally made a big discovery.

Zhu Youjian waved his hands and said with a ferocious smile: "Of course! Isn't that why we came out!? But..."

A team of more than a hundred people passed by, and most of them were strong adult men. Each of them was an elite barbarian who prepared his own weapons and even horses, which immediately shocked the tribes that passed by.

Is this fucking reasonable!?

There can be no mistake!

Dahazik huddled himself behind the wooden wall and waved to his men, asking them to try to gather them.

The men obeyed, and one of them accidentally exposed his head when he moved. In just a few breaths, an arrow was nailed to the wooden wall! The sharp tip shone with cold light and the force was extremely terrifying! There was actually an arrow exposed at the end of the wooden wall.

Pointy!

The point where the pointed tip is exposed is exactly where the person stayed after moving.

For a moment, the faces of all the slaves who witnessed all this turned pale.
Chapter completed!