A sharp voice resounded through the jungle.

The first to react was the archers brought by Sir Gia.

More than ten arrows shot towards the tribe, and several unlucky Corey people fell down.

Then another wave of the same attack came; looking at the fallen companions, the Corey people finally understood what had been born; they screamed in surprise, cried and began to run away.

The third wave of bows and arrows fell into the tribe, and these only shot one or two people.

The Korie people already knew that someone was going to attack here, so they all hid.

According to the instructions of the Rank family during training, this kind of shooting should only be carried out in three waves.

Ned held the hilt of his sword with both hands, held his weapon high, and shouted with all his might:

"Long live the Rank family!"

Then, he was the first to jump out of the jungle and rushed into the Korri tribe.

In the Kingdom of Fares, the leader of the team must first draw out his sword and lead his followers to attack the enemy; even if he is a noble Duke, as long as he goes to the front line, he must be the first to charge towards the enemy!

If any nobleman dares to take the lead in fighting because of his timidity, he will be sneered by other nobles, his subordinates will doubt his courage, and the soldiers will be even more depressed.

The nobles who are brave enough to be the best way to improve morale; when a lord with a noble status is not afraid of danger and rush into the enemy formation, what reason does the soldiers behind do not fight to the death?

"Long live the Rank family!" Ward rushed out after Need.

The soldiers shouted the same, and the originally calm foot of the mountain became extremely noisy for a moment; they rushed to raise their weapons and attacked the enemy's tribe.

Need rushed to an unarmed, panicked middle-aged man and cut off his head with a sword; blood gushed out and sputtered on Need.

Ward was startled by this scene, but he had no intention of retreating - he still had this kind of awareness.

"Ward, follow me closely! Let's kill the men in the big tent first!"

"good……!"

The Korri tribe generally has a semi-open-air large tent in the center - a thick tree trunk is used to support the main external skeleton and then palm leaves are installed; the edge area can be used for people to rest, while the middle is open-air, and bonfires can be lit.

For the Korie people, this is the place where they celebrate and hold a gathering.

Need wielded his iron sword and cut off a huge palm leaf, opened a gap in the large tent, and rushed in; Ward followed him, and more than a dozen soldiers followed their steps.

They rushed into the tent and wanted to kill the great men who were celebrating their own people - those people were obviously the warriors of the Corey tribe, but they did not have the habit of carrying weapons at the celebration banquet.

The unarmed Corey warriors were killed nearly half of them before they could react;

They stood up and prepared to resist, but they were bare-handed and bare-handed, and they were the enemy of fully armed soldiers?

After a few breaths, the tent that was originally celebrating with a smile was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Not only wine bowls and dishes are scattered on the ground, but also broken limbs and heads.

"Need's mouth shouldn't have much strength to resist now." Need's mouth raised and wiped away the sticky blood from his face - of course, that's not his.

"Huh...ha..." Ward felt his heart pounding - he killed someone, the first time he killed someone!

Just now, a large man from the Corey tribe rushed towards him regardless of his life; the man roared, his eyes emitting bloodthirsty light, which was extremely terrifying;

Ward subconsciously stabbed the sword, and the blade pierced the big man's chest in an instant.

Before his death, the man sprayed a mouthful of blood on Ward's face. Ward, who was trembling, could not pull out his hand to wipe it.

"Kill the man first!" Need gently waved the steel sword in his hand. It was obvious that the outcome of this "battle" was decided: "Bring the 'belt height' here, ask Sir Bum to watch them, and then... you can do what you want!"

"oh--!"

"roar--!"

The soldiers made extremely excited voices.

For soldiers, weapons must be used well - whether they are held in their hands or elsewhere.

After all, it would be a considerable expense to find a fair woman in Baiyan Village.

As for arranging such a job for Sir Bom, Need didn't feel that he would have any dissatisfaction - on the contrary, Sir Bom would be grateful to Ned.

After all, everyone in the Rank family knew that Bom was not interested in women... His "hobby" for men, especially children, was unacceptable to ordinary people.

If it weren't for his Iron Leopard-level strength, no lord would have been willing to enthrone such a perverted knight.

But after all, this is a kid from the Corey tribe, so there is no problem. Thinking of this, Ned walked out of the tent with a steel sword.

"Don't forget to take away everything you can take away after you finish your business!" Ned shouted.

"Brother, is this what we have to do...is this the thing?" Ward mustered up the courage to wipe the blood from his face with his hands, but he kept painting his face because his hands trembled, which looked terrible.

"It's good to get used to this kind of thing! Hello, try to do something that men should do!" Need said, and walked into a house casually with Ward.

In this house, there was only one Corey woman; she looked at the two of them with horror, leaning against the pillar and trembling constantly.

"Oh, this girl is a bit pretty, but unfortunately she's too old." Ned asked Ward in a teasing tone, "How about it, are you interested in this?"

"I...I didn't!" Ward shook his head hurriedly. He knew that rape of women was not in line with the spirit of chivalrous spirit, even women from different races!

"Well, I think so, after all, I'm old." Ned made a casual sword and pierced the woman's chest; the woman screamed and fell to the ground.

"Um..." Ward turned his head to one side, unable to bear to look.

"Ah...brother!" Need patted Ward's shoulder with a little regret, "You must remember that your name is Ward Rank, a member of the Rank family in Baiyan City! As a nobleman, how can he be so weak?"

"But this is... a person who has no ability to resist." Ward still couldn't accept it.

"Oh, there's no way, I'll give you a simple task." Ned pointed his sword into the room: "Look, what's in it has the value of bringing it back, so move it out... I'll go and see what's going on elsewhere first."

"I understand..." Ward nodded weakly.

Ned turned and left.

Ward looked at the things in the room—it seemed to be nothing valuable. Moreover, this kind of plundering...

“Woo…”

Ward heard the voice of someone in the room.

He looked at the source of the sound.

Didn't see anyone.

There is only one clay pot.

Large enough to hold the next person's clay pot.
Chapter completed!