Chapter 136 Complete defeat  (1)

The natives retreated were steady and not messy.

While running away, Cong's robbers kept turning around and could see that they were always guarding against the attacks of Yang Dashuan and the ability to train the natives on the wasteland to do this is also a terrible opponent.

But the soldiers of the Principality, known as the regular army, were too frightened. In order to escape, they even took off their armor and threw away their weapons. Three or four thousand people were rushing in a swarm, without any order. In order to escape from this Shura field faster, they even attacked their cavalry companions and snatched their mounts and left.

The slaves couldn't help but get excited when they saw the other party running away.

The centaurs quickly chased after the ogres, and the human soldiers without fighting spirit had no resistance at all. A knife from behind could kill them without any suspense. The little giant Iverson rode the Komodo giant beast and rushed forward. The soldiers frightened by the war giant beasts were in a panic and fled to the hills on both sides.

Yang Dashuan did not send slaves to chase these soldiers.

If you want to get out of the wasteland, the only way is to follow this avenue and go east. Climbing up the hillsides on both sides means putting yourself in the entire extinct wasteland. May is still summer, and in the extinct wasteland in summer, this is undoubtedly a choice to commit suicide.

But looking at such a human soldier who ran away in a panic, Yang Dashuan was not happy. He didn't know if he gave up chasing the natives, but instead pursued the public ** team. But now, there is no room for regret.

The bird-winged crossbow was received into the ring by Yang Dashuan.

He followed the slaves and picked out the fish that had escaped. The battle lasted from ten o'clock in the morning of the first day until late that night. Until this time, it was completely over.

Yang Dashuan yawned on a chair with exquisite style and strange shape.

As for the pursuing slaves, they have returned. Now standing behind Lao Yang, their bodies are covered with black blood stains, and even the pungent smell of blood can be smelled in the wind.

Three humans tied up in front of Yang Dashuan.

"Are you Kefir?" Yang Dashuan stretched out his waist and signaled the slaves to bring the torches closer. The howling torches were raging in the wind. Thad deliberately put the torches in front of the fat man's face. The hot flames immediately made the guy scream desperately.

"Yes, Your Highness. Your Highness, I am Kefel." The fat man nodded repeatedly.

Yang Dashuan narrowed his eyes. According to Bado, Kefire was in his fifties and sixties. In order to ensure his youth, he drank fresh breast milk and took a bath with milk every day. But the fat man in front of him looked like he was only in his twenties, with stubble on his chin and even a fresh acne on his lips.

This is all rejuvenated!

Yang Dashuan blinked and took the torch from THAAD.

This time, Kefir's siege army was defeated. In ten corpses, the army of 30,000 people was almost all destroyed by the robbers in the wasteland. And few of the remaining ones could escape. They kept chasing along the road, and all the deserters were killed on the spot, and blood spread for three kilometers.

The centaurs found these three people in the last carriage. Judging from their clothes, they should be considered big shots, so they caught them back.

Next to Kefire, there were two thin old men wearing fine cloaks and lab coats. The outside of the lab coat was embroidered with beautiful patterns, and they looked like they were recruited magicians. When they saw the magician, Yang Dashuan remembered that since the public team and the natives finished fighting, they had not let go of half of the magic.

Nodding, Yang Dashuan seemed quite satisfied.

Overall, this battle was a complete victory!

"Rog, why don't you chase those robbers?" Posaya rushed back panting. "Their leader is a demon! And their territory is also in the wasteland, and this guy will become your nightmare! You gave them enough time to breathe. When they recover, even if the robbers only need half of the number today, they will be enough to level your territory."

"Aren't you going to find Xiangshuai?" Yang Dashuan sneered.

He made up his mind to pursue the Gong* team, but Posaya made the determination. After some thought, Yang Dashuan was about to ask about the Leren's mentor, but suddenly he found that she was no longer there. A slave said that she had already left when the enemy retreated and was back towards the territory. Needless to say, Posaya saw that Yang Dashuan did not pursue the robbers in the wasteland, so he thought of returning to the territory to find Xiangshuai.

"Do you know everything?" Posaya suddenly felt a little embarrassed. "But you must know that it is very dangerous to keep a demon in the wasteland. For whatever reason, we must eradicate them."

Yang Dashuan did not answer. He looked around and did not see Xiang Shuai and any hunter who had passed by. "Didn't Xiang Shuai chase?"

"I went, but the wasteland was too big. They were like they flew away with wings, so I came back. I hope you can help!" Posaya looked at Yang Dashuan sincerely. "Your slaves are also natives on the wasteland. With their help, we will definitely find those robbers who escaped."

"So why are you sure I will help?"

Yang Dashuan wanted to laugh a little. "Did you see?"

Lao Yang looked at Posaya, who was slightly disappointed, and pointed at his slave. "You also saw that they had been fighting for a whole day. They were exhausted all day. Who has the strength to find a robber tribe of two or three thousand people in such a large wasteland? Not to mention that they don't have it, even me has no strength. You can watch them die, but I can't."

Posaya was speechless.

For this sentence, the slaves couldn't help but turn their attention to their master.

"There is not just one band on the wasteland. If they can be found successfully, it would be fine. If they were not found, what should I do if I encountered ambush from other robber tribes on the way? How should I explain to them!" Yang Dashuan couldn't help but laugh. "Teacher, I understand what you mean, and I understand it too. But sorry, I can't watch them die. Although they are just slaves, even if they die, they have to die with value."

The slaves' eyes were moist.

They never thought that the master was protecting themselves like this.

"Master, I still have the strength!" The big bao raised his head and walked to Yang Dashuan.

"You have the strength, you go, I won't go anyway!"

Yang Dashuan pursed his mouth.

There are common situations of robbers fighting in the wasteland. If they can become the largest robber tribe in the entire extinct wasteland, they must have their own abilities. This can be seen only from the fact that they can still maintain a certain stability when they escape.

The robbers are not like humans. As long as the leader is not killed in battle, they will not lose their backbone, nor will they lose their fighting spirit.

Every wasteland robber has a natural bloodiness that is difficult to destroy. At this time, chasing him will undoubtedly stimulate their bloodiness. Yang Dashuan will not do such a stupid thing. Although the spoils this time were only four bird-winged crossbows, it suddenly solved two guys who would threaten the territory in the future. These were enough for Lao Yang.

And the more important reason is that the flash of horse led by Xiang Shuai is coming for this group of robbers, and he has no need to get involved.

It is not the best thing that will come forward once they fight to the death and Xiang Shuai is desperate!

This trick was learned from Xiangshuai!

"Rog, you really won't go?" Posaya asked again without giving up.

Yang Dashuan shook his head affirmatively.

"Teacher, don't say it anymore. This period is absolutely impossible. There are too many things in the territory. I don't have time and I won't have time to deal with them." Yang Dashuan pointed to Kefiel who was kneeling on the ground. "See, the Count of our Principality and the owner of the Baxia Shang Group. He poses a greater threat to me than those robbers!"

"Your Highness..."

As soon as he heard about himself, Kefiel was immediately panicked and collapsed to the ground in fear, shaking unstoppable. His pants were wet, and the fishy liquid flowed out of his trouser legs, flowing all over the floor.

"As for the two noble magicians, what are your plans?"

The two old men looked at each other and their intestines were almost regretful. This time, Kefiel recruited a total of four magicians. When the opportunity was not good, the other two young men had already applied oil and slipped away. Only the two of them were still with Kefiel, and now they have become prisoners for others.

"I'm willing to pay the ransom and redeem myself."

"Me too."

The two magicians said readily.

Yang Dashuan nodded, but was not satisfied. "I don't want the ransom. But from now on, you two will be slaves to my Maple Leaf Town. If you agree, you nod and I will ask the ogre to leave a mark for you. If you don't agree, then forget it."

The two magicians looked at each other in a flash, and felt a sigh of groaning in their hearts.

No matter where you are, a magician is a treasure. A magician becomes the object of a large consortium or a large family. Generally speaking, if you propose to redeem yourself with a ransom, it is equivalent to paying half of your property.

But this lord had such a big appetite. Not only did he refuse the ransom, but he wanted to take himself as a slave.
Chapter completed!