As soon as Balu died, the five thousand elite troops were defeated and retreated quickly, with no intention of fighting again.
Luo Tong and his men charged for a long time, killing heads and leaving corpses all over the ground. They reached a stone's throw outside the Pu Tao tribe and stopped. In fact, tens of thousands of people who were holding the battle line had already drawn their bows and arrows. They rushed forward and lost money.
It was too big and undesirable, so we had to retreat three miles with the team to stop and continue the confrontation.
This battle was fought with majesty, momentum, and a happy kill.
Luo Tong was in a good mood. While listening to Lin Ping's report on the results of the battle, he was thinking about how to capture the Pu Tao tribe.
The Pu Tao tribe was in a state of gloom and gloom.
The atmosphere inside the dental tent was even more depressing and heavy.
The death of the first warrior Balu in battle not only affected the morale of the troops, but also affected the confidence of the tribe's top leaders. The peace-seeking faction became more and more nervous, afraid, and worried. The main-warrior faction lost the arrogance and confidence they had just now, and everyone looked sad and worried.
In my mind, no one knew what to do at the moment.
The tribal leader was very angry when he saw this scene. His cold eyes fell on the shaman and asked coldly: "Shaman, do you think this is war or peace?"
The shaman's face was ashen and indifferent. Five warriors had been killed in a row before. Now that the first warrior is dead, who dares to lead the army to fight again? How can there be anyone who can lead the army to fight again?
How can we fight this battle if we have no generals to send?
Not only the shaman didn't know what to say, but the others also had the same mentality.
But the tribal leader did not intend to let go of this great opportunity to suppress the shaman's prestige. He said coldly: "Shaman, do you have anything to say?"
"I made a mistake in my judgment this time. I have nothing to say." The shaman said bravely.
The leader of the tribe did not want to suppress him too harshly. He just gave up when he got good. He asked: "From now on, you and I will each perform our duties and make the tribe more prosperous and prosperous, okay?"
"Yes!" the shaman said with a livid face.
The shaman is the spiritual leader of the tribe, responsible for sacrifices, blessings, divination, treatment, education, guidance, etc., while the leader is the material leader, responsible for tribal governance, management, diplomacy, military, etc.
The Pu Tao shaman was not willing to be just a spiritual leader. He wanted to seize power and become the supreme leader and sole leader of the tribe. He also had the strength to compete with the tribe, especially with the support of the first warrior Balu. But when Balu died,
The situation was reversed and a compromise had to be made.
Thinking of the missed layout for many years, the shaman was very unwilling. A flash of madness flashed in his eyes, but he did not show it. The leader did not notice anything unusual. He looked at everyone and continued: "The enemy is too strong, like a wolf by the side, and may attack again at any time.
Time is running out, war or peace?"
Everyone remained silent and observed the shaman secretly.
This time, the shaman did not jump out and ask for a fight, and the other leaders did not say anything either.
After waiting for a moment, the tribal leader said in a deep voice: "This matter is important, please vote according to tribal rules."
Soon, two quivers were placed in the open space, one representing war and the other representing peace. Everyone went up one after another and placed an arrow in different quivers.
The voting results came out quickly, and the number of people who voted for and won was the upper hand.
The tribal leader glanced at the shaman, his eyes fell on a young man, and said in a deep voice: "You are the young clan leader. It is most appropriate for you to come forward to negotiate. Go and meet the enemy generals outside. Be more respectful. You can surrender, but
The tribe must be kept intact and independent. It can be a vassal but cannot be a slave. This is the bottom line. As for other requirements, listen to the other party's opinions first and then discuss them when we come back."
The young man agreed and left in a hurry.
No one noticed that the shaman was looking at the person at the door and making a hidden gesture.
The next step was to wait and everyone was silent.
The atmosphere is depressing and solemn!
Not long after, a group of people suddenly rushed into the tent and chopped down anyone they saw, with great ferocity.
Everyone recognized the person who came in and looked at the shaman. The tribal leader even roared: "What are you going to do?"
"What are you doing?" the shaman said disdainfully: "Kill you weaklings so that Pu Tao can become strong and regain its former glory, so that all my years of hard work will not be in vain."
"You are going to plunge this tribe into an eternal hell. You deserve to die." The tribe leader roared angrily, charging forward with his sword drawn, his eyes as red as a crazed lion.
But several people rushed to block it. One person hugged the leader with all his strength, and the other two rushed to chop him. The tribal leader couldn't hide away. The others were also chased and killed. They couldn't come to the rescue in time and were chopped down on the ground.
land.
One person was about to finish the attack. The shaman stepped forward and pulled the person away. He stared at the leader and said, "You are too weak and not suitable to be the leader of the Pu Tao. How can the great Pu Tao tribe perish in your hands?"
"Why?" The tribal leader ignored the shaman and instead looked at the man who came in.
The shaman sneered and said: "I didn't expect that your guard commander is actually mine."
"You are my son, how can you do this?" The tribal leader stared at the other person.
But the other party sneered disdainfully: "No, I am the son of Lord Shaman."
"What, you?" The tribal leader looked at the shaman, his eyes splitting with anger.
"Kill him!" The shaman was too lazy to talk nonsense and looked at the man.
The man rushed forward and cut the name of the tribal leader with one blow.
At this time, most of the others in the tent were also killed, and the rest were all shamans.
The shaman walked slowly to the main seat and stroked the seat. His dream for many years was finally realized. He was in a good mood and said with a bit of high spirits: "Thank you for your support. Let us work together to restore the glory of our ancestors."
"I will obey your orders." Everyone expressed their opinions one after another.
"The order is passed, the Guards are going to capture the young patriarch. All armies must be on guard and must not go out to fight privately. In addition, the Flying Eagle Message Coordination Department said that we are willing to become vassals, as long as they send troops to help and drive away the enemies outside.
From now on, we will pay tribute to 10,000 cattle and 10,000 sheep every year." The shaman said slowly, his eyes cold.
"Sir, if you do this, you will leave the fate of the tribe in the hands of the Dianhe tribe." Someone reminded.
"No--"
The shaman looked at the opponent and sneered: "You think the enemies outside are easy to deal with. This is called killing with a borrowed knife and diverting trouble to the east. As long as the Dianhe Department sends troops, for example, to offend the enemies outside, and wait for them to kill both sides, what threats will the Dianhe Department take in the future?
Us? Maybe we still have a chance to swallow Dianhe."
Everyone was convinced at once, laughing excitedly, and there was no objection.
At this time, a man covered in blood hurriedly came in, knelt on the ground, and said repeatedly: "No, the young patriarch ran away with his five thousand men and his family."
"What, how dare he?"
The shaman was shocked. He stood up suddenly, with fierce gleams in his eyes, and asked: "The big tent is already full of our people. He has gone to negotiate. There is no reason to know. Who leaked the news?"
"She is your third concubine. She sent someone to inform the young patriarch."
"What?" The shaman suddenly felt that there was a huge green grassland above his head. He was so angry that he drew his sword and chopped down the person who reported the news. His eyes fell on one person and shouted: "Quickly lead the army to kill, but do not kill outside the tribe."
The other party nodded and hurried away.
The shaman felt inexplicably panicked, feeling that the situation was out of control, and shouted: "You should return to the team as soon as possible, take good care of your team, and never allow any more traitors. If you find a defector, you will be killed without mercy."
Everyone agreed and left in a hurry.
Outside the tribe.
Luo Tong was bragging with Lin Ping boredly, discussing how to attack at night, when he suddenly saw a large number of people rushing out, and he immediately laughed: "Hahaha, there are people who are willing to die again, send my order, prepare to fight, this time I want them all
Eat them."
The order was quickly spread, and everyone drew their swords and waited sternly.
Soon, Luo Tong realized that something was wrong. There were old people, children, and women and children in the rushing team. Who would charge into the battle and let their children go? It’s not like there were no people left.
When something goes wrong, it becomes a monster.
Luo Tong realized something was wrong and quickly said: "Lin Ping, something is wrong. Send the order. Don't shoot arrows yet. I'll go take a look. Once I do it, you and others will cover it up and kill me."
"I understand, sir, be careful." Lin Ping also saw something was wrong and quickly agreed.
"drive!"
Luo Tong urged his horse forward a short distance, and when he saw that the person coming was not hostile and was slowing down, he became even more confused. He reined in his horse and stopped. When he saw a person approaching, he looked at him carefully.
It was the young patriarch of the Putao tribe who came here. He did not carry any weapons, raised his hands slightly to show goodwill, stopped about ten meters away, and said in unskilled Tang dialect: "I am the young patriarch of the Putao tribe, and I am willing to surrender to you.
But there is one condition: help me kill the tribal shaman."
"Oh, why?" Luo Tong asked bluntly.
The young patriarch did not mince words, and explained: "Just now, the tribe decided to negotiate peace, and I was the representative of the peace talks. However, the shaman took the initiative, launched a mutiny, and massacred the tribe's senior officials. I was lucky enough to escape, and the hatred for killing my father is irreconcilable.
, as long as you help me take revenge, from now on, my army and I will obey orders and never betray."
"What if I don't?" Luo Tong asked.
"Then I will lead the troops and leave to find another opportunity. Please make it easier for me, sir. I will repay you in the future."
"It's interesting. I like to deal with smart people. I agree to your request." Luo Tong agreed, his eyes sparkling. He got five thousand soldiers and horses for nothing. Where can you find such a good thing? Pu Tao lost five thousand soldiers and horses.
, the forces of both sides are evenly matched, and we are more sure of a sneak attack tonight.
"Tell me your method. As long as you are sure, my life will be yours." Louli asked.
"Isn't this the case?" Luo Tong suddenly laughed. The other party was so urgent and his expression was anxious. It can be seen that surrender is not a fraud, and Pu Tao is safe!