The people here had no chance to speak. When this group of people saw Shama Zhuoyi, they all went crazy. Astonishing power seemed to burst out of the skinny body, and soon the strong man was
The Han people were pinned to the ground, and they jumped inside the high wall, shouting loudly: "Headman, give us some magic medicine!"
"Headman..."
"I can still fight with you!"
"Headman, I feel so uncomfortable...Give me some native smoke, give me..."
These people were scrambling for the first place. Some of them were so uncomfortable that they scratched their heads and scratched their heads. They were even so painful that they scratched their bodies with bloody marks. But even so, they seemed not to feel the pain and still eagerly,
Looking outside, Shama Zhuoyi looked at them coldly.
A cold light flashed across Shama Zhuoyi's face, and he laughed and said: "Farm the land well, whether it is magic medicine or soil smoke, you will get it!"
"Give them one piece each!"
The whole crowd cheered.
"How was the harvest this year?"
Soon, a dark man walked out from outside and followed Shama Zhuoyi. The latter asked lightly.
The man smiled and said: "Headman, the harvest is excellent! However, there are more and more people on this farm now, Headman..."
Shama Zhuoyi sneered and said: "Isn't it bad to have more people? If there are more people, just keep planting! Go southwest! The caravans in Jiannan are very willing to deal with the local smoke!"
The man finally couldn't help but said: "Headman, what's wrong if this continues! People are dying here every day, people are dying every day! I have personally buried among us young adults with a hundred thousand in trousers... That mountain top,
There’s not enough to bury them!”
"Crack!"
Shama Zhuoyi slapped him with a cold look in his eyes: "Are you teaching me how to do things? Huh?"
"Don't dare..."
Shama Zhuoyi said calmly: "This is God's gift to us from Daliang Mountain, do you understand? What are people? With this magic medicine, sooner or later his big trouser legs and small trouser legs will be ours! The water source is ours! Men, women
, the children are all ours!”
The more he talked, the crazier he became: "I have a group of warriors who are not afraid of life and death. Who will be our opponent?"
"who?"
No one around him dared to speak.
Ever since the gods on the mountain decided to support Shama Zhuoyi, they gave him some seeds.
These seeds, which can grow enchanting fruits, made the people in their pants go crazy. A war swept through the Liangshan area and ensued.
Soon, the Zhongtongjie gained the upper hand and even massacred the Alu clan, suppressed the big and small trousers tribes, and successfully occupied Qiongdu.
However......
Behind this glory is endless bloodshed and annihilated humanity.
Shama Zhuoyi continues to gallop in the moonlight.
Under this moonlight.
Inside the high wall, the howling still filled the field, as shrill as a night owl.
...
"My lord, what you mean is..."
Let’s look at Liu Zheng again.
Huo Buquli was already excited.
Liu Zheng said with a smile: "If you can unite with the big pants and make something happen during this Torch Festival, the big pants will definitely lose!"
"This, this, this..."
Huo Buquli was already in shock.
For a long time, the impression brought by the middle trousers to these two ethnic groups is that they are invincible, invincible, and invincible in Liangshan!
today......
This grown-up from Longyan began to subvert his understanding of middle trousers.