"Damn it!"

Na Rong was furious and kicked the little boss down, and then walked back and wondered what to do.

"Chief, what's wrong?"

The little leader who spoke first asked carefully. His status was not high, so he naturally did not know the other tribe leaders.

This is also the confidants around Na Rong and those with higher status who died under Kunming City, and he had to promote newcomers.

"Send orders, pack up and prepare for transfer!"

He ignored his subordinates' words and directly ordered because Rong noticed the danger.

After all, after running away two survivors and meeting the Yulin Guard, it means that this place is no longer safe.

"Chief, it's midnight now. Are you waiting for the dawn to pack up your things?"

The little boss advised him, after all, it is inconvenient to pack up your things at night.

"I'm just waiting!"

Na Rong cursed and asked the little leader to pass on the order.

"That leader Rong, we..."

After the little leader left, what else did the tribe leader who had spoken before wanted to say.

But before he could finish speaking, Rong pulled out his waist and cut off his head.

Then he had another backhand and dealt with another tribe leader.

"Carry it out!"

After killing someone to vent his anger, Na Rong relaxed and his mind calmed down.

After thinking carefully, he made some arrangements overnight, and then Na Rong lay down to rest.

The next day, the sun had just risen and the clans began to shift.

However, Na Rong knew that the situation was very dangerous, so he divided the tribe into three parts and moved in different directions.

And Na Rong himself took three thousand elite soldiers to move towards the southeast of Mount E.

At the same time, the Yulin Guard continued to move forward, only twenty miles away from Narong and others.

More than an hour later, the Yulin Guard rushed to the pre-Na clan headquarters.

"The speed of running is fast!"

Seeing the situation in front of him, Lao Zhou spoke lightly.

"Sir, tens of thousands of people will definitely leave traces. As long as we follow the traces, we can find them."

This situation was not as unexpected as Mo Shan expected, and he immediately gave a suggestion.

"Chase!"

Old Zhou nodded immediately, followed the traces with his army.

A large number of spies were also sent to search the whereabouts of the clan.

"It actually moved separately."

Soon, Lao Zhou discovered this, with a little sarcastic tone.

After all, the Yulin Guard who entered the mountains had tens of thousands of soldiers, and even if they were divided, it would have no effect.

Soon, Lao Zhou divided his troops into four groups according to the traces and chased the clan members.

The clan members were both men, women, young and old, and even with luggage. Even though they grew up in the mountains and forests, their speed was not as fast as that of the Yulin Guards.

In the afternoon, the Yulin Guards in three directions reported to Lao Zhou, saying that they had captured a large number of people from the clan.

This made Lao Zhou more satisfied and sent an order to take all the clans back to the camp.

But there were still clan members along the way, and Lao Zhou naturally would not be willing to accept it if he was not caught up.

The most important thing is that he personally chased the clan members along the way. If he couldn't catch up, it would be embarrassing.
Chapter completed!