Red-maned Yanglie and the other knights studied until late at night before falling asleep one after another. Xiaobai rested his hands on his head and stared at the stars all night.
The next day, as soon as the sky dawned, the knights got up one after another and began to pack up and prepare to set off.
"You really don't need a horse, and you still want to run with us?" Red-maned Yanglie came to Xiaobai's side and asked in a low voice.
"No." Xiaobai said with a dark face.
I also want to ride a horse, and I also want to experience the feeling of galloping on the prairie. Who the hell wants to learn how to move their legs when they have fleas?
The problem is that as soon as I get on the horse, the horse's legs become weak and he falls to the ground. What can I do?
Xiaobai was also feeling desperate at the moment.
Animals are much more sensitive than humans. Xiaobai put away the pressure of God, and primitive people basically had no feelings at all, and treated him as a similar species.
But horses are different. As long as Xiaobai gets close to those horses, they will become restless, snoring constantly and stepping on the ground with their hooves.
Wait until Xiaobai rides on it, okay, all four legs are weak, and he can't get up from lying on the ground. It's useless to recognize anyone. He has a big attitude of "Kill me if you can, but if you don't, I won't get up."
posture.
So Xiaobai had no choice but to watch the knights riding tall horses one by one, galloping on the vast grassland, and he... ran with them, using his legs.
Fortunately, as a true god, Xiaobai is also very fast. He can keep up with their speed and is not tired. But can the feeling of riding a horse and riding on the legs be the same?
The words of the red-maned Yanglie reminded him of the unbearable past of the past two days. If his expression could be better, it would be a ghost.
Red-maned Yanglie also knew that Xiaobai's legs were very fast and could keep up with their speed. Seeing that his face looked bad at this time, he stopped saying more, said hello, and mounted his horse with the knights.
Wherever the knights choose to plunder, Xiaobai doesn't care at all. There's no point in caring. He doesn't know the grassland and can't be of much help, so he just follows them. When they really can't beat them, he uses his true power.
Just press it secretly and pull it to the side.
The knights didn't know Xiaobai's thoughts. They were now full of confidence in plundering. After all, there was a being in their team who could kill giant insects with one sword. Isn't plundering something like this easy?
If they knew what Xiaobai was thinking at this moment, they don't know if they would cry.
The red-maned Yanglie glanced at the small tribe, suppressed his worries about making the totem pole, waved his hand fiercely, shouted "Go", and a hundred knights drove their horses and galloped into the distance.
Xiaobai bent slightly and followed him in a flash. If he wasn't afraid of scaring these guys with teleportation, Xiaobai wouldn't choose to run. It would be a loss of identity.
The sound of horse hooves rumbled, and the group of people walked away. The people in the small tribe just looked up, and then did whatever they were supposed to do, without any surprise.
…
The grassland was vast, and Xiaobai was dizzy as he ran. Finally, at noon, he arrived at the intended small tribe.
Seeing the smoke rising from the tribe in the distance, the knight with chapped lips licked his lips and looked at the red-maned Yanglie.
A fierce look appeared on the red-maned Yang Lie's face, he pulled out the half-moon knife from his waist and raised it high.
The other knights also followed suit and drew their weapons one after another and raised them high in the air.
Xiao Bai raised his eyebrows, feeling that these people now had some ferocity unique to the prairie people. After contacting him these days, he originally felt that these people were too weak, but now it seems that is not the case. They also have that ferocity.
It's strong, but it's just not shown.
It's quite normal when you think about it. Although the Red Mane Horse Tribe is a peace-loving tribe, they are grassland people at heart. They are a group of people who are born to fight with wolves, and also have to face giant insects and beasts. They are not vicious at all.
That's impossible.
"Uu la la la..."
Following the shouts of the red-maned Yanglie, the other knights also shook their half-moon knives and followed behind him to kill the small tribe.
Xiaobai moved his body, smiled, slowed down a little and followed them to watch the fun.
One hundred knights, led by the red-maned Yang Lie, rushed toward the small tribe without slowing down.
Prairie tribes generally don't build walls, they only rely on tents, so Red Mane Yanglie and his knights went straight into the small tribe without any hindrance.
After a casual killing, the small tribe did not even put up a symbolic resistance and instantly collapsed. Everyone screamed in panic and ran away.
The knights drove the tribesmen like a herd of sheep that would not resist, and herded them together.
"Hache..."
Xiaobai, who was watching this scene from a distance, suddenly hit Ha Qie.
I thought that no matter how timid the people from the small tribe were, they would resist. Unexpectedly, these grassland people were even more timid than the forest people. They showed no resistance at all. Several people died, and the rest were in chaos like headless flies. Then they were killed by the knights.
They gathered together easily.
So boring.
Xiaobai blinked his eyes, unaware that his thoughts were different from those in his previous life. He had become cold-blooded and perverted. It seemed that only fighting, flames and blood could satisfy him.
This small tribe has been robbed all year round and has long been used to it. In fact, even if Hongmane Yanglie and others don't rush to kill them, the people of the small tribe will honestly give them what they ask for.
But the rules of the grassland are like this. Before plundering, you must be shocked, otherwise you will not be able to show your bravery. Even if the enemy is a coward, they will still kill, at most, they will kill two less people. Just think.
This kind of rule cannot be broken, otherwise you will be hated by the caravan people in the future.
Even if Hongmane Yanglie doesn't want to kill anyone, he can only abide by the rules, because they are here to plunder.
A group of tribesmen were gathered together by about a hundred knights, cowering and looking carefully at these thugs who were dressed in rags similar to their own.
They did not dare to resist. If they resisted and killed someone, they would be retaliated. Even if they could kill all the knights, the caravan would send more soldiers until they were killed.
This is not necessarily revenge for the people in front of me, but more to protect the face of the caravan.
If you slap the caravan in the face, you must be prepared to pay the price.
"Food and clothing, hand them over and live. If you don't hand them over, kill them." Red-maned Yanglie said in a low voice while holding a half-moon knife.
The tribesmen looked at each other, and finally their eyes focused on an old man in the crowd, who was the chief of this small tribe.
"Go, Godot, how much do we have to pay?" The old man came out and asked with trembling lips.
Caravan plundering is generally not extermination. It generally leaves some for the tribe so that they can continue to survive and continue to plunder for the next time they come to cut wool.
Unfortunately, this tribe was plundered a few days ago, and the supplies in hand are not too much. The old man is afraid that the knights in front of him will take away all the remaining supplies, and then they will really die.