Seeing a few thieves running away, the herdsmen were cheering, but when they saw the flags on the ground, the cheers quickly cooled down.

It was a black flag with a majestic gray wolf head painted on it, which was folded and draped on the ground, and was trampled anxiously by a bossless war horse.

The scene became elegant and quiet, and almost everyone felt a chill on their backs at this moment.

This is... a jackal!

On this grassland, no one is not afraid of jackals. It is more terrifying to get involved with that guy than death!

Many people couldn't help but look at Lin Shuhang.

If it weren't for his encouragement just now, how could everyone get angry and start working with the horse thief? And this is still the jackal's horse thief!

It seemed like there were only twenty horsemen just now. Horse thieves of this size obviously came to collect "protection fees". Although the time of the arrival was a bit strange, there was no need to force them at all.

Such emotions quickly grew in the hearts of the tribe people, but before they could think thoroughly or vent their complaints, everyone saw more corpses on the ground outside the tribe fence...

1,2,3...there are more than thirty.

Some were beheaded or trampled beyond recognition, and it looked like it was trampled by a herd of cattle.

Everyone was stunned.

Is this what Lin Muyuan did?

Of course it was him. Before everyone came to join the war, he was the only one on the scene. Who else could he be?

Moreover, when he was fighting with the horse thief just now, everyone saw with their own eyes the courage of one man who killed four or five horse thieves alone, which was completely different from the impression he left on his tribe members in normal times.

I didn’t expect that this young and weak Han man…wait, more than fifty riders!

Everyone immediately realized that this team of horse thieves did not seem to be collecting protection fees, and they suddenly arrived at night...

There is no doubt that these horse thieves came to slaughter the tribe.

If Lin Muyuan hadn't burned the cow pen here in advance, blocked the horse thieves' team, and was rushed into the tribe that was celebrating the wedding, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

Everyone has been awake at this time.

Kuode looked at Lin Muyuan with a very complicated look, and Humier, who was still wearing a bridal outfit, looked joyful and proud.

The old patriarch, Humi Langtai, suddenly sighed heavily and said to Lin Muyuan: "I, I was wrong!"

"You are right. Even if I weren't the one who could have let the entire tribe prepare for war and even give up a lot of money because of an unknown divination." Lin Shuhang turned over and got off the horse and walked to Humi Langtai: "Grandpa, now is not the time to worry about who is right and who is wrong."

Having married Humier, the title naturally had to be changed. However, this grandfather brought Humi Langtai, who was a little lost in shame, back to reality from his ashamed.

Yes, no matter how awesome you are, you are still your grandson-in-law.

Grandpa is a little stupid, but only when his grandchildren are excellent and capable can they lead the ethnic group better. Isn’t this what I have been looking forward to?

With such a grandson-in-law, he should laugh, not cry.

"You said." Humi Langtai quickly calmed down.

"The horse thieves of the jackal are numerous and are coming in full force. This is just a vanguard force. The next big offensive will come soon." He rushed to Humi Langtai and said, "Grandpa, hurry up and evacuate the old men, women and children in the clan. Don't go to the Shangui Tribe. There is an ambush over there, and you may bump into it and go to the south."

"There should be no ambush in the south. Even if there are a few, they are confused by the bulls that rushed to the south just now," Lin Shuhang smiled slightly: "It will be safer for you to separate a few more strands. Go to Kanas Lake, wait for the meeting there first, and then consider what will happen next."

Humi Langtai no longer doubts why Lin Muyuan knew so much, he was worried about something else.

"It's useless. The jackal has nighthawks. We have a large group of people running south. They can't see it. With the elderly and children, we can't run fast at all. Even if the jackals are ambushing the west and north, as long as the nighthawks find us, we can't escape at all."

"Unless someone stops it from behind, pulling their attention."

Lin Shuhang smiled slightly, then looked at the young and strong people around him and said slowly: "Our old men, women, and children can run away and how many people can survive depends on how many men there are in the tribe and how many horse thieves can attract. So... are there any men who dare to follow me and fight against the jackal?"

This is the greatest significance of Lin Shuhang's request to lead the clan leader to run away with him.

Although he had killed fifty horses, the opponent still had at least more than two hundred horses. With the strength of the jackal itself, Lin Shuhang did not think he really had a chance to pass the level this time.

Therefore, it is not very meaningful whether the clan leader and the others can escape. They all have to reopen anyway. But the important thing is that he must understand the real combat power of the young and middle-aged clan in order to maximize his own advantages in the next simulation.

But with his prestige, it is not easy to let these rebellious young herders follow him to fight against the jackals?

But if we create an atmosphere and tie the fate of the entire tribe and all relatives to them, the result will be very different.

As the saying goes, the river was behind Xiang Yu's troops, but behind them were their elderly, women and children.

To be honest, this is shameless, but it works!

The young and strong people around looked at me, I looked at you, and finally they all looked at Kuode.

"...I underestimated you." Keudai Zebo took a deep breath and looked at Lin Muyuan with a complicated expression: "Do you have any plans to fight the enemy?"

"Yes." Lin Muyuan said with a smile: "I dare not guarantee whether it can be successful, but there are warriors like you who help me, and that will hold back the main force of the jackal and let the tribe members evacuate safely!"

A small flatterer who keeps showing off is quite effective for a man like Kuode.

"You can set up a trap here alone and kill more than thirty horse thieves alone, I believe you!" Kuode suddenly knelt on one knee, pulled out the saber from his waist and stuck it on the ground: "I Kuode, obey your order!"

To be honest, this is not what I mean. Even if Lin Shuhang killed more than thirty horse thieves alone just now, he would not be convinced, let alone just relying on the help of Niu Qun.

This is his rival in love, and the Han man stole his beloved woman.

But he must kneel down and show a gesture of surrender.

Even if a man on the grassland has never been on the battlefield, he should know the significance of the leader wolf to the wolves.

A wolf pack without a head wolf is a pile of loose sand and vulnerable, but once a head wolf has a wise head wolf, the combat power of the wolf pack will be greatly improved.

The young people in the clan follow his horse's leader. If they don't help Lin Muyuan establish his status as a "head wolf", they will be a group of mobs, which will be easily crushed by the jackal horse thieves and will not be able to save the tribe's people at all.

After all, he had no plans or ideas for dealing with the horse thief in his mind.

Kneeling in love with the enemy is embarrassing.

But it is not embarrassing to kneel down to save the tribe!
Chapter completed!