Ten days have passed in a flash, and the Storm Tribe is still as usual, farming and fishing, and the army is also training in full swing. Since the change of uniforms, the morale of the soldiers has greatly increased.

The military appearance of the entire army has risen to another level.

The mighty warrior attracted the envy, jealousy and hatred of many tribesmen of the right age.

However, there is no way, Baofeng will not recruit new soldiers in a short time.

At the Storm Military Academy, thanks to the engraving and printing provided by Cardin, all the expected teaching materials were completed in ten days.

The opening time of the school has also been completely determined. Starting tomorrow, Tula and the others will select 500 children from more than 4,000 children of all ethnic groups to start formal teaching.

However, early this morning, a shocking news came, allowing Cardin to quickly summon Brett, Warwick, and Gangbao into Cardin's residence.

In Cardin's residence!

Cardin sat in the first place, and below him sat four people, Edward, Bright, Warwick, and Gangfa.

"So, the king is dead and the Grayblood tribe no longer exists?" Cardin looked at Edward and asked.

Early this morning, Edward brought the scouts who had returned from the Grayblood tribe in the north to visit him.

Tell him amazing news!

That is, Machar, who was bedridden for almost a month and seriously injured, finally failed to escape the call of death and died completely the day before yesterday.

When Cardin heard the news, he was both sad and happy.

After all, this is an eighth-level powerhouse who has suppressed the existence of the wasteland for forty years, and is a king in name only.

Finally fell!

He just felt it was a pity, after all, this man could be called the backbone of the wild boar people.

However, as the saying goes, I will appear on stage after you sing.

There are many people who would like to see the fall of Marshal Gray Blood, such as him.

After all, Cardan did not have the guts to provoke an eighth-level powerhouse and the chief of a super wild boar tribe when he was alive.

"Yes, Machar Gray Blood died. I heard that the body was taken away by his tribe. The next day, General Crosven under Machar announced that he would break away from the Gray Blood and establish the Blood Tribe." Edward said.

"At the same time, the right priest Sir left with Machar's people, and the remaining power of Gray Blood is in the hands of General Egger."

Everyone sighed, a powerful super tribe split again.

There may never be a Grayblood tribe again!

"The king is dead, and the storm in the wasteland is coming. Naturally, the storm cannot remain silent." Cardin then looked at everyone.

Everyone looked shocked. This day was finally coming.

You know, their chieftain was just waiting for Mashal to attack. Now that he has achieved it, they have long expected that Cardin will say this.

"There are sixteen tribes thirty miles north of the storm, one tribe of three thousand people, and fifteen tribes ranging from five hundred to two thousand people." Cardin said.

These days, Captain Tyton of the Military Intelligence Brigade has been roaming around the storm with a large number of manpower. He dare not say that he has 100% information, but he is still sure of the details.

"What do you think about this?"

"Chief, these are just small fish and shrimps, not worth mentioning. I invite you to fight, and I promise to wipe out these sixteen tribes within ten days!" Bright then looked at Cardin and said.

Bright couldn't stand it for a long time. Now that all the troops have been replaced with brand-new equipment, he is waiting for actual combat to test the results of the training.

"Within ten days!"

"Are you sure?" Cardin smiled.

"Chief, please rest assured, within ten days, these sixteen tribes will no longer exist." Bright said confidently.

"Okay!" Cardin glanced approvingly at Bright, and at the same time looked at Warwick and Gangbi: "Three thousand people, is there any problem with ten days of military rations?"

"Chief, there is no problem with the military rations!" Gangbi assured.

At this time, everyone can feel Cardin's strong desire to conquer. Who dares to hold back at this time?

"Very well, then Brett, starting from tomorrow, except for the necessary patrol soldiers, you can mobilize the rest, but after ten days, I need to get good news from you!" Cardin said.

Cardin didn't want to get involved in sending troops this time. First, he was the chief and there were many things that needed him in the tribe. Second, he wanted to see Bright's strength and the results of military training.

Third, in fact, this time they are all small tribes. To be honest, as long as Bright is not a military idiot and idiot, he can definitely win this time by sending troops.

What matters now is whether you win well or win poorly.

It all depends on Brett’s ability!

"Yes, please rest assured, chief!" Bright looked very excited. He had no choice but to give him a chance this time. Cardin gave him a chance to win or lose in one fell swoop.

Soon, the meeting discussed some trivial matters and ended in a hurry.

At the same time, when Bright brought the news back to the military camp, the soldiers were excited.

One after another, captains came to Bright and asked to fight.

At the same time, as time went by, the entire Storm Nation people knew that the Storm Army was about to go on an expedition.

In particular, it was just announced that 500 people would be recruited for logistics, and the registration office was suddenly crowded.

………

Storm Camp!

In the conference room!

Brett sat at the head of the table, and on either side of him sat the captains of each group.

"This time I promised the leader to wipe out sixteen tribes in ten days. I don't know what you think, but now the storm needs us, and the leader needs us." Bright glanced at everyone slowly, and then said in a stern tone.

"We must prove ourselves, each of you, and even you must tell the soldiers under your command that this is also the time for them to prove their worth."

All the captains were very excited at this moment, finally a battle was fought!

"However, it is impossible to take all 3,000 people out this time, so there are two brigades left behind. As for the two that are left behind..."

Seeing what Bright said, the expressions of the ten second-level captains changed drastically, because if there were two left, they would definitely be the second-level captains.

Sure enough, Bright continued: "We will keep two second-level brigades this time. It is still the same as the old rules. When the meeting is over, you can draw lots!"

"In addition, this is about the strength of the sixteen tribes and their positions. Take a look!"

Bright pushed the report sheet and map location of the general intelligence records to everyone, and let them take turns to look at it.

After a long time, the report sheet and map returned to Bright's hands again.

Brett glanced at everyone and asked, "What do you think?"

"Lord Bright, I think we should start with the tribe of 3,000 people in Yanshan. As long as we successfully capture it, the other fifteen small tribes will definitely retreat without a fight," Dorn said.

"Lord Bright, I also think Dorn is right. Those small tribes will definitely be scared and run away. It's not interesting. It's better to just pick the strongest ones to fight." Tauren Baal agreed.

"Yes, we have nearly three thousand troops. Those tribes with only a few hundred troops are just a bunch of chickens and dogs."

"That's right, just fight the strongest one!"
Chapter completed!