The eleventh year of the establishment of the Mang Tribe, at the end of the third month of autumn.

The three major tribe coalition began to assemble men and horses. The Ant Tribe gathered 20,000 soldiers, the Diao Tribe gathered 10,000 soldiers, and the Jackal Tribe also set out from the edge of the Southern Wilderness.

Fifty thousand soldiers marched towards the Mang tribe, and the momentum was very large and it was impossible to hide it.

In a blink of an eye, the entire Southern Wilderness became shaking and all tribes became nervous.

This matter is too important. If the Mang tribe is destroyed, the Southern Wilderness will truly change, and the largest trading area in the entire Southern Wilderness will also disappear.

If the Mang tribe does not lose, then no one will be able to shake its position in the future and truly become the overlord of one side.

As for the Mang tribe who can win, no one dares to think about this.

Because the warriors gathered by the three major tribes are five times that of the existing warriors of the Mang tribe, even if they add allies of the Mang tribe, it will be useless.

When the three major tribes advanced, the Mang tribes, which had been prepared, began to go to their own positions according to Chenbei's arrangements.

Among them, the first one to leave the Mang tribe was the hunting team led by Chen Bei and the Red Crane team.

Chenbei stood at the city gate, and everyone was seeing him off.

If he hadn't been forced to do so, he actually didn't want to leave the tribe at all. At this time, he could play a role in stabilizing the morale of the army in the tribe and better control the situation.

But in that case, the Mang tribe could only passively defend and resist the 50,000 army.

Not to mention winning, it is difficult to keep it.

He could only find another way, adopt the strategy of surrounding Wei and saving Zhao, and take the opportunity to attack the Ant Tribe and the Diao Tribe's nests, forcing them to return to defense, and alleviate the huge crisis encountered by the Mang Tribe.

In this primitive world, the only thing Chenbei could rely on was the massive amount of knowledge he received in his previous life. This knowledge allowed him to gain a certain advantage when facing other tribes.

The Red Crane Team gathered 500 people, and the hunting team gathered 3,000 people. Chenbei had to rely on these 3,500 people to launch a long-distance raid, hoping to achieve miraculous results.

Qingzhu handed a packed animal skin bag to Chen Bei, lowered her head and said, "There are some healing medicines, antidotes, and poisons. I wrote them all on the jar. Be careful when you use them."

Chen Bei nodded, without saying anything, but his eyes were filled with softness.

Qingzhu handed over the other two animal skin bags to Honghua and Yun, and they all thanked each other.

Qingzhu looked at Honghua and said seriously: "Protect the leader, although I know it is difficult for you. This is not a request, but my request to you."

Honghua Zheng pointed at the head and said, "Don't worry, as long as I am still alive, I will do my best to protect the leader."

Qingzhu nodded slightly, then unexpectedly, gently hugged Honghua and said in her ear: "You all will come back alive."

Honghua seemed to be electrocuted and her whole body was stiff. She had never thought that Qingzhu hoped she would come back alive.

Qingzhu turned around, and the expression on her face returned to as calm as usual.

Zidie gave her a beast brush, Caidie gave her pigment, Qingzhu's right-hand beast brush and left-hand paint, and began to draw totem patterns for Chen Bei and others personally.

In the past, when he went out to hunt, Qingzhu would draw totem patterns for the hunting soldiers and leaders every time.

Later, the tribe gradually grew bigger and hunted more often. Qingzhu was too busy to communicate, and gradually evolved into a major sacrificial ritual or expedition ceremony that she would personally draw totem patterns on the warriors led.

Qingzhu stood in front of Chen Bei. Chen Bei closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly.

Qingzhu raised her head, first dipped it in a animal brush, and then gently drew it on Chen Bei's face.

She draws very slowly, but her hands are very stable, because she has done this countless times.

When the last round ended, Qingzhu couldn't say what it felt like.

Qingzhu stood there for a while before leaving and drawing for the next person.

Chen Bei opened his eyes. His face was covered with totem patterns from the Mang Tribe, and only his eyes were still extremely sharp.

After Qingzhu finished painting the totem patterns of all the soldiers in the front row, she put down the beast brush and paint, crossed her hands and said, "May the Rhinoceros God protect you and return triumphantly!"

Chen Bei was about to set off, but he was still very worried about the tribe. He walked to Lie and Huizhu and whispered to them: "When I am not here, you must be calm when you encounter something, and you must not be impulsive."

"Don't worry, leader, we must not be impulsive."

Both Beizhu and Lie clenched their fists and felt the heavy pressure.

Chen Bei walked to Shan Wen again and whispered to him: "Shan Wen, remember, when you have no choice, you can go to the city to hide, don't fight hard."

"In addition, whether it is allies or affiliated tribes, you cannot fully believe it. If the battle situation is very unfavorable to us, some people may have other thoughts."

"Don't worry, leader, I remember everything." Shan Wen remembered every word Chen Bei said in his heart.

Chen Bei also explained to others that he was already the God of the Middle Ages. In the dark, he had a premonition that something unexpected might happen this time.

However, now I have no time to check those accidents one by one, so I can only choose to believe that people from the Mang tribe can handle these accidents.

Chen Bei finally returned to Qingzhu and said to her in the lowest voice: "Witch, if the situation is really irreversible, you will order the entire tribe to abandon the city and flee south."

Qingzhu looked at Chen Bei in shock. She originally planned to die in the Mang tribe even if she died.

Almost all witches in the entire continent have this idea.

They have lived in tribes almost all their lives, and the tribes are there, and if the tribes are gone, most of the witches will perish with the tribes.

Chen Bei continued: "If the territory is gone, we can rob it again, if the city is gone, we can build it again, but if the people are gone, there will be nothing."

"I...I understand." Qingzhu lowered her head and agreed to Chen Bei.

Chen Bei was still worried, and he used his divine thoughts to instill the idea of ​​"lost the land and retaining people" into the rhinoceros god. He stopped until the rhinoceros god agreed not to stay here and fight to the death.

Chen Bei had already explained what he should have done. He thought about it carefully and had no omissions. Then he reluctantly glanced at the city gate of the Mang Tribe, then turned over and sat on the back of the Rhino King.

In fact, the best way is to ride a red crane to rush at night.

However, the time when the Mang tribe was established was too short, and no matter how long the Red Crane could grow, it could not reproduce so quickly and could not carry so many people.

The fertility of rhinos is very low, and it takes a long time to reproduce into a large group.

Therefore, Chenbei could only choose to ride the Rhino King and take a hunting team to rush on the ground. Red Crane also flew against the ground, so that too many people would not notice it.

Of course, even if the coalition forces of the three major tribes discovered, they would probably not care. Their numerical advantage is too great.

Chen Bei hung the animal skin bag given by Qingzhu on his waist, checked the equipment on his body finally, and then turned to face the hunting team and the Red Crane team.

"Set off!"

"Moo!"

The Rhino King roared, then took Chenbei to the forest first, and the hunting team immediately followed.

The Red Cranes of the Red Cranes also spread their wings and flew. They would fly according to the scheduled route. Each time they flew for a distance, they would stay and wait for a group of people to hunt.

After Chen Bei and others completely disappeared, the people outside the Mang Tribe's city gate retracted their gaze and began to enter their positions one after another.

Except for the core figures of the Mang tribe and the core figures of several allies, no one knows where Chen Bei and others go, and even the ordinary warriors of the Mang tribe don't know.
Chapter completed!