At this time, the bandits at the headquarters of Luoyang League were collectively silent. No one dared to be careless, looking at the wolf smoke from the Hanbing Tribe in the distance with murderous intent. Maybe others didn't know what the location was, but they knew that it was the stronghold of the Sixth Division. They wanted to seek justice.

"Jie," Brother Sharp-mouthed roared coldly, scaring the war horse under his crotch so much that it shook out and rushed out in an instant, shooting out like a sharp arrow away from the string, moving forward. Brother Sharp-mouthed knew that there was a person there, from the Yijian Tribe. "Jie," the bandits galloped, and the snow was trampled to pieces.

At this time, the two people in the valley were very busy. The chatterbox changed from being reluctant to become full of vitality. He seemed to have forgotten the pain in his butt and began to plunder it. It was so hard.

Looking at the chatterbox with his butt stuck out, Han Ping smiled with satisfaction and continued to plunder everything in the valley. To the east, a large slave residence had been built. I guess they would do a big deal, and Wu was the first to be the one.

To the west, some herbivores looked at Han Ping with fear. Maybe they were afraid of the bloody smell on Han Ping's body and looked in a panic. This time, Han Ping wouldn't let them go so stupidly. Wouldn't he feel unhappy when he took them back to the tribe?

The south is the residence of slaves, and Han Ping is not polite. He just goes in and does it as hard as a tiger. As long as it can be used, he will definitely take it away. Isn't the Han Bing Tribe increasing its population? If it needs supplies, I can only describe Han Ping in one sentence, which is even more bandits than bandits.

After sweeping the south, Han Ping continued to touch the north. This was the canteen of the bandits and also a place to store food. Han Ping kicked open the stone door with one foot, and there were a lot of food stored inside, and there were also a large jar of wine. After that, Han Ping thought: These were probably the food for the sixth branch for the New Year.

Han Ping turned on the sweeping mode again. Finally, when the sun set, the two of them almost finished sweeping. "Huhhuhu~" the chatterbox bent her waist panting, and she still remembered: "No, no, I'm so tired, I'm so tired..."

Han Ping suddenly felt that his head was getting big. He was a chatterbox, and he should have solved you with one knife at that time to make a cleanliness.

But at this moment, all the people arrived in the distance, and a big flag on it - Han Bing Tribe. The big flag of the tribe fluttered in the wind, majestic and domineering, Han Ping looked at it foolishly. This was what he tried hard to protect, even if it was the price of his life.

"Class leader, patriarch." The voice of Uncle Shan and Hanhu came from afar, and then a team of more than 20 people in the Han Bing Tribe arrived. Han Ping hurried over. "Class leader?" The chatterbox followed behind with a confused look on his head.

"See the patriarch." Seeing Han Ping coming, the warriors of the Han Bing Tribe immediately got off their horses and bowed to worship. This is etiquette and also the respect of the tribe warriors to the patriarch of the Han Bing Tribe.

Seeing that the situation was wrong, the chatterbox only knelt on the ground: "See the patriarch." He was smart, had already figured out the whole story of the matter, and immediately hugged his thighs.

"Get up, everyone." Han Ping said with a smile: "Uncle Shan, hurry up and lead everyone to transfer the goods." The chatterbox immediately got up and smiled and compared it with a call. This was a guy with a very smart head, knowing when to do what.

"Materials?" Everyone was confused. "What materials?" But the chatterbox rushed over. "This is the base of the sixth branch of the Luoyang League. All the bandits have been cleaned up by the eldest brother. There are so many things. Everyone, hurry up, you don't know. It's really a piece of cake to kill bandits..." It started again.

Han Ping was stunned: "When did I become his elder brother? This kid can catch up with relatives." Uncle Shan quit: "Who the hell are you? You're talking nonsense?" A bright big knife scared the talkative brother to shut up immediately.

However, the threat lasts for only three seconds. "Uncle, don't be nervous. It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is to take away the supplies quickly, otherwise it will be troublesome when the Luoyang League headquarters comes." The chatterbox said as she pulled Uncle Shan's hand directly, and started talking like an old friend, which made Uncle Shan stunned. The big knife in his hand had already been put away.

"Brother, this?" Han Hu stepped forward and looked at Han Ping and couldn't react for a moment. "Let him go, it's okay." Han Ping returned and suddenly thought of something. "Have you ever been to the Wu clan tribe?"

"It's not yet, we're here first." Han Hu returned, looking at Uncle Shan who was laughing out loud by the talkative talker. What's in his heart?

"Boy, take a few people to pick up the Wu tribe, and we will meet in the dense forest in front of us." Han Ping said to Han Hu, who was confused. He was afraid that this hot young man would make a chatterbox if he didn't start school.

"What, brother, what did you say, answer?" Han Hu entered a state of confusion again. Everything was in vague, and he couldn't react at once.

"The Wu tribe has officially surrendered to my Hanbing tribe. I have agreed. You go and pick them up now." Han Ping said with a serious face. Looking at the confused Hanhu and the tribe warriors, he kicked Hanhu's butt: "Go, why are you stunned?"

"Oh, I'll go now, Wu's tribe, go now..." Han Hu couldn't react for a moment, and rode away on a horse to himself. Dozens of tribe cavalry behind him followed, and when he was far away, he seemed to have thought of something.

"Damn," he whipped the horse's butt: "Hahaha, hahahaha." Then his laughter came, and the tribal warriors behind seemed to have figured it out, and they all showed joy on their faces, whipping up the horse. The snow was once again full of holes.

Han Ping smiled and turned around. "I'll go." He shouted and kicked the person in front of him, which made everyone look sideways. Han Ping looked at the person who was kicked away and sighed: I was scared, when will this guy be behind him? He even looked at him. Does this guy have any special abilities?

"Ah, brother, it's me, why did you hit me again? Woooo~" A talkative voice came from the snow. The chatterbox walked to Han Ping with aggrieved look on her face, moving her mouth, not knowing what to say.

"Then you fuck me and I'm going to make a hammer?" Han Ping cursed angrily. "Brother, my uncle and I have sorted out the items. There are two carts of gold coins, a cart of big knives, twenty war horses, thirty big knives, and six carts of food. There are so many living food..." The chatterbox seemed to forget that Han Ping beat him up again, and gestured with all his hands and feet, as if these things were his.

Han Ping looked at the spoils and was already filled with joy: it was already hairy.
Chapter completed!