Chapter 21 Fragile Earth Fortress

"Enemy attack! Enemy."

An arrow suddenly pierced Jiannu's mouth while he was screaming, stopping him from screaming any more.

As he covered his cheeks and sobbed, he fell down from the wall of the earthen castle.

The interior of the bunker was already in chaos.

Many people only wore underwear and ran out to check the situation. Some even hurriedly put on armor on their bodies. At the same time, they called out to familiar people in the dark, hoping to gain a sense of security by hugging each other.

Unfortunately, at this time, Zhu Youjian had already scaled the wall of the earthen castle.

Almost everything inside the castle can be seen at a glance.

Zhu Youjian could clearly hear what the panicked people inside were shouting.

"Dahasu! Kedro! Gate! Gate!"

He instinctively touched his waist, but found nothing.

After taking care of all the slaves, they began to cause trouble to the castle.

As a result, there are less than twenty slaves active in the seemingly turbulent castle.

It is estimated that when the slaves of Niulu went south, they took a lot of livestock and serfs with them for logistical purposes.

A few dozen slaves are not enough to cause trouble to 700 barbarians.

"The gate can't be defended! It's a cannon! They have a cannon! The cannon blew open the gate!"

Pots and pans?

But after hearing the word "cannon" from the mouth of the only surviving night watchman, he immediately lost his will to fight.

ah.

"Run! You can't fight! Get on your horse, Grodai! Run! Run to the city! I took you there!"

"Don't surround me! Don't surround me! Don't scare the horse! The horse will live!"

At present, the weight of gold, silver, wealth and power in the hearts of tribal warriors is not as great as that of a cow, a pot, and a knife that can cut meat, chop wood, hunt, and protect the tribe.

"There is only one son of Jianzhou people left. It would be a pity to kill him."

Now.

Light the torch, find some firewood, pile it up in the open space, and light it. For a while, the castle is somewhat brightly lit.

He is the young Jiannu who was pushed into the saddle by the old Jiannu before.

Savage.

As for the Jiannu who escaped first.

Zhu Youjian could see that if it were normal, three to four hundred slaves might pop out of this earthen fort that was more than a mile away.

"That's right! They're dead! And two of them were killed by you, Chu Ergan!"

"died!"

But Zhu Youjian just watched.

"Cut off his head! Show it to Wuerte! He will reward you with armor!"

How many sheep did Wuerte ask to be killed? Or even cows!?

Because they knew that it was Zhu Youjian who finally divided the spoils.

How could he be a savage!?

As soon as the gunpowder explodes, and the horses charge, they will flee, and each one will be a savage armed with inferior iron weapons or even stones!? Those group of slaves are just relatively difficult to catch?

When Zhu Youjian held the money rat tail and placed a human head on the highest point of the small Jingguan, he spread his hands as if to show off his masterpiece to the surrounding tribal warriors.

"Shabra! You bitch! That's my horse!"

The savage warriors who swarmed in and the slaves who got up hastily from their sleep did not have to worry about accidental injuries in the dark night.

It is different from the slaves who lived in a slave society.

At the same time, the size of the peripheral fields was not something that a hundred serfs could manage casually.

The other Jiannu slaves still had some doubts after hearing the explosion.

No, no!

It would be nice to bring the cattle and sheep back!

There are large barracks and many huts for people to live in, as well as several stables, warehouses for storing things, and two wells.

They all happened to be hungry, so Wuerte also gave the order to start cooking with the food in the castle!

There were other slaves nearby who were also fighting for the few horses in the castle.

None of them have the will to fight.

Zhu Youjian naturally did not want to tarnish this rare simplicity.

If the wolf cubs are not killed, will they still be kept?

He is most interested in rebuilding the slave's head.

pity?

Those who were eager to rob would directly hack to death any slaves they encountered, and then greedily search inside the fort for anything valuable to the tribe.

These Jianzhou people are ridiculously weak! This huge tribe doesn’t even have a single warrior who dares to fight! Killing them is easier than hunting roe deer! Is this a celebration!?

It’s time to eat some Jianzhou people’s cured pork.

"No! They also followed the banner leader southward! Han people! Ming army!? It's impossible!"

It's just that compared to those humans outside the old forest whose living conditions are more superior, they have more compulsions and need to compromise more in front of nature.

"Who are they! Are they people from Gilzan? Where did they get the cannon? Aren't you afraid that Jia La'e will really be punished!?"

He helped Jiannu tie up the horses that he had let out before, and commented for a while, wondering whether Wuerte would reward these horses later.

When he fell from his horse, he could still hear the words from the savages who surrounded him.

At this time, he was reining in his horse in despair, sitting on his restless horse, watching a large group of savages covered in animal skins with evil looks surrounding him from all directions.

Tribal warriors are so real.

Zhu Youjian wanted to give a deep impression to the simple hearts of these tribal warriors.

Being surrounded on all sides, the battle ended quickly.

In the open space of the castle, the heads of dozens of slaves were stacked on top of each other.

What he needs to be wary of is that this group of slave builders will destroy the net and set fire to the house.

Chu Ergan was very excited and was the first to respond.

While the tribal warriors were cheering, many wise old warriors immediately reminded everyone.

Outside the earthen fort, if it is daytime, then in addition to the woods, there are several open fields around it. If yes, they are used for grazing livestock.

Finally, when the sun was halfway up the horizon, Zhu Youjian finally gathered the tribal warriors wandering in the fort.

An old Jian slave pushed a young Jian slave onto the horse.

granary?

There is no imagination that the strong alone enjoy all the barbaric rules, because humans are not wolves.

The black and inferior hatchet hid on Jiannu's neck with a click, cutting off his thoughts.

Immediately, the tribal warriors surrounding them all showed simple laughter. Look, the threat from the tribe is gone, and we can get good things later.

"Look! These are the Jianzhou people who used to plunder the old forest! Where are they now!?"

This is a waste of money!

celebrate?

Those with some brains will know how to harvest the precious slave heads.

In the blink of an eye, Zhu Youjian waved his hand, and the Jin Yiwei beside him dragged a tied man over.

Chief, the leader is the clan leader, clan elder, and all the families are under his command.

After tearing off the rag stuffed in his mouth, the sounds of begging for mercy could not be heard.

Seeing wildling cavalry galloping in from the gate, each one of them was even more anxious to escape over the earth wall.

But inside the earthen fort, it was empty visible to the naked eye.

The Jian slaves were worried about lamp oil and kerosene, but they did not care about it.

The social structure of the savage Jurchen tribe is essentially a clan, a family, and a clan.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Youjian waved his hand again, and several guards in Jinyi led several people out from the cellar under the big barracks.
To be continued...