"Retreat, withdraw!"

"We have no intention of offending Lord Yao Bo, we will retreat now!"

"Our father is Tsaibo, how could we rebel?"

The three young men shouted loudly at the same time, and the soldiers behind them rode one after another to retreat to the north.

But there were still several miles away from the flooding river in the north. A wave of water rushed hundreds of feet high, and a large iron pot came out from under the water. Yu Mu stood in the iron pot, letting the wind and waves beat, and the large iron pot floated on the river surface without moving.

He raised his hands high, and the gray-brown river water rumbled and continued to rise loudly, and soon turned into a water wall of hundreds of feet high to block the army of Tsubo's three sons. Yu Mu bounced his fingers lightly, and the gray-brown river water suddenly turned dark green, exuding a pungent and strange smell.

Several great witches wearing heavy armor waved their weapons and wanted to forcibly break through the blockade of the Yumu Water Wall.

Yu Mu waved his hand, and several dark green river water roared out and landed on the bodies of several great witches. The poisonous water invaded through the gaps of the armor. The great witches suddenly made a terrifying sound of screams, and hurriedly jumped off their mounts, and took off their armor like crazy.

Everyone saw that their bodies were corroded and bloody, and large swaths of poisonous water bubbled up and then burst, and the poisonous water slid down their bodies, making their bodies "hissing" and smoke burst out.

Fortunately, the heavy rain kept washing their bodies, and with the strong vitality of the Great Witch, they kept repairing their corroded bodies. After about a cup of tea, several Great Witches washed away the poisonous water on their bodies and slowly healed the wounds on their bodies.

Nearly 10,000 troops did not dare to move a second step. They looked at the water wall blocking in despair. I don’t know who took the lead. With a 'clang' sound, most of the soldiers dropped their weapons, jumped off their mounts, and obediently squatted on the ground with their heads in their arms.

A quarter of an hour later, the most spacious hall in the village was brightly lit, and Zamu and thousands of soldiers surrounded the hall.

In the mud and water field outside the hall, nearly 10,000 soldiers were tied up like rice dumplings, lying in a mess in the mud and water, allowing the heavy rain to wash away. Some of them dared to move. The soldiers of the clan led by Zamu turned the gun and whipped it hard without hesitation, which made them cry and beg for mercy.

In the hall, Ji Hao sat on a high-backed chair, looking at the three young men kneeling on the ground with a gloomy face.

The three people looked haggard, with blue and purple on their faces. They were all wounds that had just been beaten out. Yu Mu used witch medicine to block their witch power. The three people could not use witch power to repair the wound, so they looked very embarrassed.

They were the sons of Tsaibo, the eldest, Luo Feng, the second, Luo Meng, and the third, Luo Shi. After they heard that their fourth brother died in battle, they hurriedly brought people to annex all the tribesmen and families who wanted to annex the fourth brother.

More than a dozen simple-dressed old men stood in the hall, looking at the three of them with grief and anger, and they just started beating the three of them hard. If Ji Hao hadn't ordered to stop them, these three guys would have been beaten to death long ago.

In front of Ji Hao, a child who was only seven or eight years old was lying. His shirt was stripped off, revealing a wound the size of a fist.

An arrow shot into the child's back heart and came out of his chest, piercing his heart violently and taking his life away.

"Master Yao Bo, our young clan leader is only seven years old, only seven years old!" An old man stood in front of Ji Hao and cried bitterly: "Our clan leader took all the soldiers in the clan to Akasaka Mountain to participate in the battle. When he met the elite of the evil ghosts of the alien race, he had no one in one battle. We followed the orders left by the young clan leader before the expedition, and carefully assisted our young clan leader. We only hoped that he could grow up and inherit the family business."

The old men all cried out and looked at the corpses of the children on the ground and wailed.

"But, yesterday, our young clan leader was hunting outside the city wall, and he was actually killed by an arrow!" An old man cried bitterly, his eyes burst into pieces. Blood mixed with tears kept flowing down: "Our clan leader's only son died like this!"

Another old man jumped out and pointed at the three people kneeling on the ground and roared: "Our young clan leader just died. The three good brothers of our clan leader and the three good uncles of our young clan leader came with the army!"

"They dare not go to Akasaka Mountain to fight for our human race. They also mocked our patriarch, saying that our patriarch was going to Akasaka Mountain to die! They are so brave and good at fighting when they bully the members of their own clan, and they are so cruel and ruthless when they bully orphans and widows!"

An old man suddenly rushed out and kicked Luo Feng hard in the eye socket, and kicked one of his eyes on the spot.

Luo Feng screamed with a scream, covering his exploded eyes, lying on the ground crying and wailing. The old man who started to attack screamed at the top of his lungs: "Where is our mistress? Where is the mother of our young patriarch? Last night, you threatened her to go to your camp, where are she?"

Ji Hao stood up with a gloomy face, looked at the three people and shouted angrily: "Where are people?"

Luo Feng screamed at the top of his lungs with his eyes blowing. He raised his head and looked at Ji Hao and said angrily: "Our father is Bo Yi, four of us brothers, now only three of us can inherit Bo Yi Bo's fief! Bo Yi, you are also a minister of a king. What do you dare to do to us?"

Ji Hao didn't say a word, drew out the Flame Dragon Sword and swung it out. Luo Feng screamed and his arms were cut down at the same root.

The flame dragon sword was blazing with flames, and the high temperature burned the flesh and blood near the wound. Luo Feng's wound was filled with fire, and a barbecue smell spread rapidly in the hall. Ji Hao looked at Luo Feng and the other two and said coldly: "I have limited patience, where are the people?"

"Die!" Romon and Roshi said in unison: "It was the eldest brother who did it! He has been thinking about the fourth brother's woman for many years. Yesterday he wanted to force the attack, but the fourth brother's son was killed by the eldest brother. The woman went crazy and jumped into the river to commit suicide. She was shot to death by the eldest brother with a bow and arrow!"

Ji Hao had a gloomy face and didn't say anything for a long time. Manman, who was standing beside him, looked at Ji Hao's gloomy face and asked the old men carefully: "Their father, that is, Mr. Qi, don't care? What, they bully their younger brother!"

The old people shed tears in pain.

The territory of Sebastan is not large, and the entire tribe has a population of only tens of millions. The four sons each have their own control, and the population is around one million. Sebastan himself commanded the main branches of the tribe and maintained the relationship between the four sons.

However, in the battle of Akasaka Mountain, Kyrgyzstan and his youngest son fell together, and there was no time to explain a last word.

During his lifetime, he intended to let his youngest son inherit his title, and Luo Feng and the other two had a big fight over this matter. After the death of Qi Bo, the three of them had no restrictions on their heads, and they immediately attacked the territory and tribe members left by their brothers.

"Zhen Bo died in the war... Is his intended heir also dead?"
Chapter completed!