This is when these tribal warriors are at their best in Zhu Youjian's heart.

As for the back door, the small door?

The surrounding wild Jurchens had already begun to break down the door.

"Crack!"

What's a pity?

The tribal warriors were a little confused.

Zhu Youjian didn't say anything, he just threw him on top of the crowd, and his screams became even louder.

From the accent, it sounds like one of those wild Jurchens in the old forest.

"Amma!"

Then, a short spear stabbed him in the lower back.

He took out the cattle and sheep belonging to the slaves and looked through them. He was disdainful that the slaves were not well raised and were a little thin.

After hearing the word "cannon", a Buddhist slave immediately jumped on his horse and rushed straight towards the door that was filled with gunpowder smoke.

That's why their lives are characterized by the law of the jungle.

Just when everyone is doubtful.

Gu Yiqi, who was also helping people out, shouted.

"Bosile tribe! Bayan? There are five of you, right? Come here, some of these people captured by the Jianzhou people say they are from your tribe. Come and have a look."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar.
Chapter completed!