I Am a Chief in a Primitive Tribe

If Lihu didn't say anything, Mu Feng would almost forget the people in the goshawk department that could control the sparrow.

The last time he was near the Profound Snake Division, he severely inflicted the main cavalry of the Goshawk Division and captured hundreds of heads. Not to mention, the biggest gain was the warriors who manipulated the sparrows.

Considering that each other had just experienced a life-and-death battle, it was more difficult to conquer them. After Mu Feng came back, he threw them to Lihu, who wanted Lihu to incorporate them into the dragon city's infrastructure team and strictly guarded them.

Because they were mixed into the slave ranks, all these people were treated as slaves.

It's just that Mu Feng specifically explained at that time that these people are of great use and need to be careful not to die.

In addition, these people received extra "care" in the course of their work.

The purpose of this is very simple, it is to sharpen their xinxing and frustrate their spirit.

Make them feel hopeless, and then he gives hope again.

Seeing that so many days have passed, those people have been tossed up one by one, and the warchief didn't mean to mention them. Then Lihu took the initiative to mention: "Warchief, how do these people arrange? To die!"

Mu Feng reacted and hurriedly said: "Go, bring them all here, I want to have a good chat with them!"

"Yes!" Lihu agreed and turned to make arrangements.

In a short while, more than seventy people came one after another, followed by Lihu, Changshui, and a few Dajiang fighters.

After seeing Mu Feng, the warriors of the Goshawk Division showed horror in their eyes.

After so many days, they already knew the identity of the teenager in front of them, and they also saw the powerful and magical aspects of Da Jiang. They thought about their capture and their experience these days. For the first time, they felt that after the defeat, there was more than death. More painful things.

But if they knew they didn't want to die, no one would kill them.

Even when they were injured at work, they feared that they were dying, but someone healed them!

After being injured at other times, they are afraid of death. After being cured, they will definitely have the excitement and surprise of the rest of their lives.

But for the first time in these days, they felt that being healed was their greatest suffering.

Work every day, lack of food, lack of sleep...

Some people even thought that they would not be treated if they were injured, and they would die.

However, there are a few people here, who crushed some grass and applied them to the wounds, and gave them soup that was so bitter to the cold. They were cured by life and life, and they couldn't die if they wanted to die!

For these people, the days they have lived these days are just four words-dark days!

And what brought them all was the young warchief with a big smile in front of them!

Mu Feng looked at these people with dull eyes and listless eyes, knowing that these people had "nothing to love", and it was a good time for him to surrender, so he smiled and said to these people: "How about it? a feeling of?"

Hearing Mu Feng's words, these people trembled one by one.

Some people wailed in their hearts: "What else can you do? If you have the patience, you can experience it yourself!"

Mu Feng continued with a smile: "As the defeated, you actually know that there is no other choice but to die. But with me, I can not let you die!"

These people are indifferent, and they are obviously in a state of "It's better to live like this than to die".

Mu Feng understood, and smiled: "You should also know that as a captive, if you want to survive, you must do the heaviest work in the tribe! Eat the least food! No one will care about you until you die!"

These people still have the same look they had before, without changing anything, as if they had "recognized their fate".

Mu Feng said again: "You should have seen it too. In my big ginger, I can keep you from having enough food and clothes, and you will not die if you are injured. Until the day when you die of old age and exhaustion, So!

In my Dajiang, people like you are called slaves. If nothing else, you will spend this way for many years to come! "

Now these people trembled more severely.

Only for this period of time, they have been tortured physically and mentally, and they feel that life is better than death.

They don't know when this kind of day will be their head, but they mostly think that if they die one day sooner, they will be relieved.

But now Mu Feng said he could keep them like this, and they panicked all of a sudden.

Frightened, helpless, unwilling...

All kinds of negative emotions rushed to my heart.

When Mu Feng saw that it was almost done, he laughed strangely in his heart, and said, "However, my Da Jiang is not totally unkind. It is human nature to lose and capture, even if there is life and death on the battlefield, it is only for their own tribes. You killed our people, and I won’t hate you, because we are not strong enough and our skills are not as good as humans!"

"Huh?" Some people in the crowd reacted, and they endured horror and asked, "You who killed you, don't you hate us?"

Mu Feng smiled and shook his head: "The tribes are fighting for their own clansmen. What is right or wrong? If I am a member of your Goshawk clan, I would naturally try my best to kill people from other tribes, otherwise the Goshawk clan. There will be difficulties, right?"

"This..." These people were surprised, one by one raised their heads to look at Mu Feng.

Many people who were originally frightened also temporarily suppressed a bit of fear, and looked at Mu Feng suspiciously.

They didn't expect that the hostile warchief could say such a thing.

"Since there is no right or wrong, you don't hate us, why do you still torture us like this?" someone asked.

"Torture you?" Mu Feng shook his head, "You kill the enemy who killed your people, but we are not! You kill my people, my people will be fewer, and no one will do their jobs. , And you were caught by me again, then you should do these jobs!"

"We are doing the work of your original clan..." Some people muttered, "but we don't have the treatment of your clan..."

Mu Feng did not speak for a while, allowing these people to whisper to each other to discuss.

The meaning of what he said was very obvious. It was to let these people understand one truth: two parts are in conflict, and death and injury are inevitable. Da Jiang does not need to hate them, and they do not need to hate Da Jiang!

The last sentence is what Mu Feng really wants to convey.

As for some people thinking that they are working for the dead Great Jiang people, that's even better!

Finally, someone tentatively said: "Since you don't hate us, and let us work for your dead tribe, why not treat our tribe!"

"Hey!" Mu Feng's heart was full of joy. This sentence is definitely a surprise, and it saves him more foreshadowing!

He smiled and said: "If you don't hate you, you won't hate you, but after all, you killed so many of our people. Instead, I killed your people. Did you kill us long ago?"

The man was silent.

Indeed, the two parts are fighting for life and death.

If it was him, he must have killed the opponent.

Seeing his silence, Mu Feng smiled and said, "You will choose to kill, but I don't. I can let you live. Isn't it much more generous than you?"

This person was silent, his eyes flickering, he was obviously moved by Mu Feng.

Sure enough, what the young chieftain said before him, Jiang left them not to kill. Not only did they have no grudges, but they were kind!

May I ask who can magnanimously let the people of the hostile tribe who killed their own people live to the present?

He couldn't do it anyway.

Mu Feng caught a glimpse of his expression, then went to see the expressions of other people, his heart became clear and his confidence increased.

He smiled and said: "My Da Jiang's attitude is like this. Fight to death is to fight to death. Fight is to fight. It does not involve hatred. There is really an insoluble hatred. Or to save your life, that is life and death. So you can rest assured, I No one hates you with our big Jiang!"

All these people were attracted by Mu Feng's utterly loud words: Don't hate us?

Then Mufeng smiled slightly, like a ray of light in the dark quietly spilling on the hearts of every goshawk captive, giving them a hope: "If you can not hate my **** and become a member of my **** , You can-don't suffer this torture!"

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