Ouyang Jing wanted to know how far the grassland was from his territory.

Gesar Liefeng's answer made him feel very unbeautiful.

"After leaving the grassland, we are more than 300 old people and weak, we head south and walked twelve days before we arrived at your territory."

A group of old and weak, without vehicles or riding animals, took only twelve days to walk?

Even though the Tauren is tall, strong, with long endurance, and walks much faster than ordinary humans, it will not be faster than the cavalry in any case.

In this way, if the reincarnation person on the grassland leads the cavalry south, he is afraid that he will be able to kill Ouyang Jing's territory in just three or four days.

"Things are not very good..."

He frowned slightly and said to himself: "There is a bad neighbor who is a hundred times faster than my speed at the beginning... Even if there are still two months to develop, it would be great if our farming method could have one or two thousand elite soldiers in two months. And the other party might be able to mobilize a hundred thousand troops to attack me in one breath..."

With the strength of the boss team, the strength of the seven servants of Ouyang Jing, the army composed of ordinary humans, the 100,000 army is just a seemingly terrifying number, and it is impossible for them to do anything to do.

After all, five-star reincarnation people can "one person becomes an army". Six-star reincarnation people are even demigods and fake immortals walking on the earth.

No matter how many ordinary troops are, they cannot do anything to those who are five-star or above.

However, the soldiers who exploded by the reincarnation on the grassland cannot be ordinary cold weapons legions.

The people of the grassland tribes are all large humanoid intelligent creatures such as taurens and centaurs.

Ordinary adult tribes, regardless of gender, physique, or strength, are similar to those of human two-star warriors, and only have two-star standards. Although martial arts are enough to crush, simple strength and physique are not much stronger than ordinary adult taurens.

A minor child is also equivalent to a strong adult human.

Their young warriors, regardless of martial arts, only strength and physique, are generally simple at the three-star level. Their physique is no worse than the Shaolin Sweeping Monk who has internal strength bonus!

According to the rules of summoning, how can the quality of the conquered people who sacrifice such high-quality sacrifices are poor?

The army of reincarnation in the grassland is not to mention the three-star team, but at least it is generally two-star rating, with a large number of three-star ratings and even four-star generals.

If we come to attack Ouyang Jing's territory, we will be an army of 100,000 members with two stars above...

That is really even more terrifying than the army of demons I encountered in the abyss!

Although the army of demons in the abyss is endless, more than 80% of its legion members are all small demons like cowards in the abyss, like wild grass, and are everywhere.

The coward is short, slow to move, and weighs less than 30 kilograms. He is a standard battle scumbag. He relies on human tactics when fighting alone. If you fight alone, an ordinary human farmer can easily beat several cowards with a hoe and a pitchfork.

When Ouyang Jing and his team were fighting in the abyss, they faced a army of tens of thousands, tens of thousands, and hundreds of thousands of demons. They were mainly composed of such a small demon who didn't care about death.

That's why they can withstand wave after wave of offensives until they finally turn the situation around.

But if a team of people with a number of up to 100,000, and all members have more than two stars, and a large number of three and four stars, and those with five-star or above reincarnation are in charge of command, and all members are equipped with elite legions of iron armor, steel knives, strong bows, and powerful crossbows...

Although the members of the boss team can come and go freely, Ouyang Jing's territory and altar may be destroyed.

If the territory and altar are lost, even if the personnel are not damaged, this battle for the plane will be almost defeated.

"We must find a way!"

Ouyang Jing pondered, glanced at the more than 300 taurens below, and his heart moved and he had an idea.

He stared at the Gesar Liefeng with a begging and a nervous look, and said slowly: "My territory is underway for large-scale production and construction. There are a total of 1.5 million acres of fertile soil waiting for my people to cultivate. However, although we do not lack tools, we are extremely short of oxen..."

"What?" Gesar Liefeng was shocked, "You want to capture us as slaves?"

As soon as this said, the more than 300 taurens behind him suddenly became restless.

The only twenty-two remaining soldiers, carrying the huge totem pole like a beam, walked behind Gesar, staring at Ouyang Jing on Guancheng with a bad look. The rest of the old, weak, women and children also grabbed their weapons totem poles, big stones, crutches like maces, and even broken iron pots.

"No, no, you misunderstood."

Ouyang Jing smiled and said, "I am a kind person and do not discriminate against all intelligent creatures in the non-evil camp. So don't worry, I am not trying to capture you as slaves, but I just want to invite you to join my territory and become my people.

"I provide protection for you, and you cultivate land and farm for me. In this way, you can settle down now, and the wounded are well recuperated, and children, the elderly, and women can also have a full meal and sleep peacefully. There is no need to continue traveling south and find a place to settle down, right?"

Gesar said: "But we are taurens, not oxen!"

"Ah, don't care about these things, that's just a slip of the tongue."

Ouyang Jing waved his hand and smiled kindly, "In short, if you join me and be my people, I will not only provide protection for you, but also give you the same equal treatment as my human people.

"Don't worry about being shackled like slaves and working under a whip. I will give you land, tools, seeds, and even weapons. You only need to provide me with loyalty, and a little tax...

"Anyway, I will treat you like my true people, and my people will definitely give you the same warmth as your family..."

The Chinese people in the farming era really regarded oxen as their family members. Ouyang Jing believed that the Huaxu tribes under his command would definitely like these excellent oxen... Oh no, Taurus.

His words made these tauren refugees quite moved.

They were tragically exterminated, leaving only a group of elderly, weak, women and children who fled here. They ran for more than ten days and encountered various beasts and monsters along the way. They were already tired and sick, and were covered in scars. There was not much food left, and they could not last long.

Now there is a kind human lord willing to take them in, and promises to give them equal treatment, even to them land, tools, seeds, weapons...

Although I don’t know whether his promise is true or false, these taurens who are almost dead ends are really moved. They immediately turned their attention to Gesar Liefeng and waited for the old chief to make a decision.

Gesar Liefeng hesitated.

As a shaman, he mastered the power of wind and earth, and could even communicate with wind and earth.

There is no evil aura in this land and the breeze lingering on the land.

From this point, Gesar could barely be sure that this human lord was not a cruel and bloodthirsty evil person.

But even so, humans and the Taurus are not of the same clan. The human lord may be kind to his people, but can he really treat the Taurus equally?

He really can't, treat the Taurus as a slave?

While he was hesitating, he suddenly heard Ouyang Jing's words: "Chief Gesar, to be honest, I am willing to communicate with you and give you a choice is already a kind of kind of kindness. If I really try to capture you as slaves, you... have no power to resist."

While speaking, a half-person-high earth-yellow gourd appeared in his hand in the air, and yellow sand spurted out from his mouth, turning into a huge hideous yellow sand beast claw.

The beast claws roared out, hanging far away above the group of taurens. Under the sunlight above the canyon, it casts a huge shadow and covers all the taurens.

Feeling the powerful aura emitted from the giant yellow sand claws that could easily crush oneself, Gesar's face changed drastically. The people behind him exclaimed in shock and were frightened. Many children were already crying in fear.

"Look, if I want to deal with you, it will be effortless."

Ouyang Jing smiled and said, "Now...how do you choose?"

Gesar carefully sensed the breath of the huge beast claw above, and confirmed that it was not an illusion, but a real existence. Then he looked at the only twenty-two wounded young warriors left behind, and looked at the tribesmen who were injured, tired and anxious, and listened to the panic crying of the children, and a helpless and bitter smile appeared on the cow's face.

"A kind and powerful lord..."

He held the crutch, knelt down on one knee, and lowered his head: "Gesar Liefeng, I wish to bring the last tribes to join your territory and become your people. From then on, Liefeng tribe..."

Speaking of this, a teardrop as big as a bean from the corner of his eyes: "Liefeng tribe... does not exist..."

Ouyang Jing restrained his smile and said solemnly: "Although you can no longer exist as an independent tribe after joining my territory and becoming my people, I allow you to retain the surname Liefeng.

"But according to the rules of our clan, the surname is in front of the last name and the name is in back. From now on, you must put the surname Liefeng before the name. Gesar, after you will be called Liefeng."

It is already very kind to Gesar to allow them to keep their last names and just put their last names before their names. According to the rules on the grassland, it is impossible for the annexed tribes to retain their original surnames.

So he did not resist, and even accepted Ouyang Jing's rules with some gratitude, knelt on his knees and leaned down on his feet: "Thank you, the kind and powerful Lord Lord. Lie Style Sal, pay tribute to you."

Behind him, more than three hundred vaudons bowed down: "A kind and powerful lord, your people, salute you..."
Chapter completed!