Chapter 13: Too Shocked! (2/2)

He wasn't about to be unobtrusive. Yuan Diao, including He Tu, ignored him.

Yan Mo noticed that there was a big boy sitting near Yuan Shan. The boy's appearance was a little different from that normal seen on Yuan tribe.

The people in Yuan tribe are all tall with a deep facial contour, darker eyeballs, and tanned skin. The boy was thin and feminine, his skin was white, his eyes were green, and Yan Mo saw two races.

”That is a Wen Shang, Da Ren Yuan She andDa Ren Yuan Shanexchanged four honeydew melons for him.” Cao Ting whispered

It turned out that last time he ate a quarter of a slave price Yan Mo was silent.

”Wen Shang doesn't like to talk, his temper is a bit gloomy, but he is very good. You would know when you spend time with him.”

Yan Mo nodded to the Wen Shang. Wen Shang also nodded to him.

There was a sudden commotion in front of the square, and Yan Mo can see that a large team is approaching the Horde.

Someone ran back in a mad scream: ”Great harvest! Great harvest! A lot of prey!”

The crowd cheered.

Yan Mo glanced through the crowd and frowned slightly.

There are more men and fewer women. There are more adults and fewer children. The elderly are even less surprised. Actually, they are old people. Although these people have deep wrinkles on their faces, they still look healthy. He can only speculate from the outside. Perhaps the priest he saw last time is this tribe oldest person?

Such a demographic composition is absolutely unreasonable and unsuitable for development.

”The chiefs, the priests, and the elders are coming!”Cao Ting made Yan Mo sit on the ground, and then she bowed herself.

The crowds were separated like Moses Red Sea, the chiefs were in the front, the priests are in the middle, and the elders at the enclosurefinally entering the square.

All the slaves were kneeling down.

He does know whether it is intentional or unintentional. Yuan Diao, Yuan Shan and He Tu happened to block Yan Mo from bowing on the ground, and Cao Ting and the Wen Shang were bowing on the left and right sides of Yan Mo

When several chiefs walked by, Cao Ting and the Wen Shang helped Yan Mo to stand up again.

The chiefs and others stood at the front of the square, and everyone stood behind them. No one dared to cross them, including children who were not sensible.

The huge team came from the distance approaching in a trotting .

Because of the terrain, Yan Mo stood behind but saw the whole picture of the team.

... Heavens fuck!

This is Yan Mo's first impression of this tribe army

He thought that it would be a group of savage savage in a leather skirt, carrying a pile of dead prey back.

But what did he see now?

He actually saw an army!

And it's still a rigorous discipline.

The whole army was composed of young men. All of them are wearing leather skirts and holding wooden spears. They don't wear shoes. They are naked and have a large bodies. But anyone who sees them will understand that its not their weapons but their bodies the most powerful weapon!

Sweat made their bronzed and even darkened skin shine like oil pit.

The solid bulging muscles condensed like stones, making Yan Mo suspect that even the beast's claws can't break them.

Many people have blood and injuries, but no one stops or shows any pain. Those who are really injured can't come back. Those who can return can walk back to the Horde on at least two legs.

The pace of each warrior seems to be the same size. The entire team of about a thousand people was divided into four squares, guarding the prey that was carried by the slaves in the middle.

If the slaves dare to slow down, the supervisors will immediately whip to make them moving.

Obviously, they have reached the scope of their own tribes, and they have already reached the most central place of residence. However, the warriors who are listed in the square are still not slacking, and the team is not even out of shape.

Enemies can appear anywhere, anytime, they not only have to fight with wild beasts, but also fight with all the other tribal warriors who may want to steal their prey along the way, even if they are at home, there can be no slacking because there are hunters from other tribes.

Yan Mo subconsciously grabbed his chest.

Shocking ... This is simply shocking!

He had seen the more powerful army back in his previous life , but he did not think that such a primitive tribe can developed such a murderous war weapons.

In fact, it is not terrible for an army to have murderous force and strength. A single warrior is stronger than a team.

However, when an army has terrible discipline, then they have already had the qualification of causing fear, not to mention justtheir individual military value can not be ignored!

Fuck the ancestors, Yan Mo muttered to himself, he was too small to even try to go one on one with these primitive people.