Chapter 91 Tribal Battle

Otulu led eight hundred tribes to gallop on the grassland, galloping towards the camp of Hualie tribe.

Like his messenger, his face was covered with dirt, and his chaotic beard covered his face, with an ugly and crude appearance.

The eight hundred tribes were actually herdsmen, following him, galloping on horseback, carrying some bows and arrows and simple weapons, and accompanied Otulu, preparing to conquer a new tribe.

In fact, the tribe of Otulu had not long been around. Otulu originally followed a large tribe, but later that tribe failed in the battle with other tribes. Otulu took the opportunity to take his confidants and threatened some herders to escape to this and bring development. He also had the dream of growing his own tribe. He hoped that one day, he could have a powerful tribe like his former master, so that no one on the entire grassland would dare to face him.

As he slapped the horse and ran quickly, thinking about the brilliant future, Otulu's heart was in full swing, and the horse was running faster. He led the troops behind him to run quickly and galloped towards the grassland camp of the Hualie tribe in the distance.

He also recently learned that there was an emerging tribe here, not too far from his own tribe, and the grassland was rich and better than the grassland he used for grazing now. If he could subdue that tribe, let his tribe grow and grow, and have a better grassland, his strength would suddenly become stronger and become the largest tribe leader in the far and near areas.

Even if you cannot subdue that tribe, you must at least drive them away from the grassland and try to intercept as many herders as possible. Your own tribe needs herders very much. Otulu thought happily.

He urged his horse to strode and saw a large number of domes standing on the grassland by the river from afar. The horses and sheep in the distance were scattered all over the grassland, showing the prosperity of this emerging small tribe.

Soon, all of these will be theirs! Otulu sneered proudly, and then he saw forty or fifty horses galloping out of the small tribe camp. The riders on the horse were wearing the clothes of the herdsmen of Bu Bu. Only the man in the lead was wearing a leather robe. His rough face looked a little handsome, and his eyes were extremely bright. He raised his head to look at him, and there was a faint smile inside.

Otulule was a little surprised to stop the war horse. He thought that if this small tribe did not escape as soon as possible, at least he would bring more people to fight him. Now there are only fifty horses, is it that he wants to surrender to him?

Thinking of this, Otulu felt very happy. He coughed hard, put on his airs, urged the horse to rush over, and asked loudly: "Where is your leader? Let him come out to see me!"

Luo Dacheng was also curiously looking at the tribe leader who had just met. Apart from himself, it was the first time he saw the leader of another tribe.

Otulu was burly and tall, with a dirt-faced beard, and looked like a bear. The tribes behind him were galloping around in a row. The formations were scattered and followed closely behind Otulu.

He walked over with a big slap in a big way. Otulu looked at Luo Dacheng with a deep voice: "You are the leader of the Hualie tribe, are you here to surrender to me?"

Luo Dacheng sighed and walked over. When he approached Otulu, he suddenly rushed towards him with his horse's belly.

Otulu was already guarding against the Hualie tribe leader and struggled to death. He immediately drew out his battle knife and pointed it at him to stop him from approaching.

The war horse rushed in front of him, and the rider's body suddenly shook, as if it had turned into a phantom, which made him unable to see clearly, and he became stunned for a moment.

Luo Dacheng stretched out his hand, as fast as lightning, stretched his fingers and bounced lightly on the blade. The qi burst out from his fingertips. The local sound bounced Otulu's sword to the side, unable to stop his advance.

The war horses rushed to the side of Otulu in a flash. When the two horses were intertwined, Luo Dacheng suddenly raised his hand and punched Otulu in the face, smashing him off the horse.

Otulu's eyes turned black in an instant, and she screamed, and fell down from the horse, hitting her head on the grass, almost twisting her neck.

The tribes suddenly saw the leader being beaten down from the horse, and couldn't help but exclaim, urging the horse to rush forward a few steps, but were stopped by Luo Dacheng, looking at them and shouted loudly: "Follow my tribe. If you agree to follow me now, I can guarantee that you can keep your property!"

The eight hundred tribes were stunned when they heard this, and their movements slowed down for a moment.

Otulu moaned and got up from the grass, his face turned red, he glared at Luo Dacheng on the horse, and staggered to grab his ground horse, and was about to climb onto the horse's back.

Luo Dacheng slapped his horse, kicked him over, and shouted, "Are you going to snatch my pasture and still want to subdue my tribe?"

Otulu watched the foot fly over. Although he was determined to avoid it, he could not avoid it. He fell to the ground and understood in his heart that the leader of the Hualie tribe was too powerful and could not defeat him by himself alone.

Seeing Luo Dacheng standing still, he looked at him with a smile. Otulu made up his mind and raised his head and shouted: "Come on, cut him off!"

More than ten confidants of his confidants immediately rushed up to surround Luo Dacheng, and the steel knife slashed at him.

Luo Dacheng sighed, looked at the tribes with pity, suddenly raised the steel knife and waved it to them with the scabbard.

As soon as the steel knives of those soldiers were handed out, a great force surged from the knife. The arms were sore and numb that they could not hold the knife in their hands. They couldn't help but let go and accidentally threw the steel knives on the grassland. However, Luo Dacheng made several consecutive blows in an instant, hitting the tip of the scabbard on the blade, and knocking the steel knives in their hands off their hands.

After knocking down several steel knives, the troops behind were stunned, but Luo Dacheng jumped up from the horse's back and shot towards them like a big eagle.

The tribes raised their heads and stared blankly at the enemy sky flying into the sky. The scabbards waving all over the sky, slamming heavily on their shoulders, and immediately smashing them over and landing on the grass under the horse, moaning and wailing in pain, and never getting up again.

When Luo Dacheng jumped on the grassland, there was no one behind him who could sit on the horse's back. All the members of the Aotu who came to besiege him were knocked to the ground by his scabbard and rolled and moaned. Although the pain was unbearable for a while, they were not seriously injured.

The remaining eight hundred tribes all looked at this scene in surprise, with a hint of awe in their eyes.

He easily defeated more than a dozen people with just one person. Not to mention seeing it, he had never heard of it. Moreover, his movements were so fast that they just watched it. Not only did they not have time to come forward to rescue their companions, but even his movements were a little unclear.

Otulu had already stood up staggeringly, standing on the grass blankly as his confidants were knocked down by his opponent, without any strength to fight back. This scene made him confused.

Maybe he just fell down and hit his head, his head was still confused and his mind was a little confused. Then, he saw the patriarch of the Hualie tribe coming over, punching him hard, and knocking him over on the grass.

Otulu cried out in pain and fell on the grass, looking up at the blue sky and white clouds, and suddenly felt that his dream of chieftain of his tribe seemed to have disappeared like this.

His face showed a painful expression, murmured and cursed unwillingly, and struggled to get up from the grass, while warning himself that he must be careful this time and should not be hit by his fist again---and then Luo Dacheng punched him hard and knocked him over the grass.

Holding the severe pain on his body, Otulu groaned and tried hard to get up, reaching out in vain to block the enemy's fist, but before his hand was raised, Luo Dacheng's fist passed through his hand, punched him on his chest, knocking him to the ground.

Eight hundred tribes watched blankly as the leader of their tribe was knocked down again and again by the enemy leader, with a dull face as if he was in a dream.

The men on the grassland respect the strong. The Yetu tribe has not been established for too long, and people's hearts have not yet completely surrendered. The herdsmen just wanted to join a large group of forces so that their lives and property could be guaranteed. But now this leader is easily defeated by the other party. Is such a leader capable of protecting himself and his subordinates?

Luo Dacheng stood patiently in front of Otulu, watched him stand up, and then punched him to the ground again and again, not feeling bored.

Otulu's tenacity made him also interesting, but time could not be wasted like this. Seeing him shakingly trying to get up, Luo Dacheng suddenly punched him, knocked him out, and fell heavily on the grassland. This time, he could never get up again.

Luo Dacheng turned around and stood high on the grassland. Looking at the group of tribes with dull faces, he shouted in a deep voice: "From now on, you will be my tribes! As long as you submit to me faithfully, no one dares to bully you, rob your property, or bully your relatives on this grassland!"

He turned his head and glanced at Otulu, and said in a cold voice: "The Etu tribe was incorporated into the Hualie tribe today, no one has any objections, right?"

Otulu lay on the grass, his face was blue and purple, his lips were swollen high, and he stared at the sky with his confused eyes, and was beaten so hard that he could not speak. And his confidants, listening to the bloody murderous intent implicit in Luo Dacheng's voice, were even more silent and did not dare to object.
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