Before we knew it, the rooster crowed, everything revived, and a new day came.

At this time, the hunting team had already massacred the bandits of the entire tribe and pulled them to the square.

The team members had already slaughtered venison from the breeding ground and roasted it until the meat was fragrant, and Han Ping finally woke up from his perception.

This knife called him "slaughtering the darkness". With one knife, he slaughtered all the conspiracies and tricks, and slaughtered all the darkness in the world.

After thinking about the name, Han Ping found that he was hungry and ran to the venison without saying a word. The team members had already handed over the fragrant venison.

He took it and swallowed it voraciously. Although it was not as delicious as his mother's roast, he was already hungry now and everyone was very happy to eat it.

"No, try this." Han Ping was so ateful that he was soaked in his mouth that Uncle Shan handed over a wine pot, which was full of wine.

"Wow, Han Ping" was surprised. When he was a child, he would secretly drink the patriarch's wine, and he never had a happy drink. Hahaha, he quickly took a sip in.

Gugugu, the wine slid down the intestines, and the wine was spicy and pungent, "Hahaha, his grandma's wine, the bandit's wine is delicious."

"Hahaha, you boy," the tribe warriors laughed loudly, everyone ate meat and drank wine in big mouthfuls, that's so good.

Recently, everyone has been working day and night, and their nerves are too tight and need to relax.

Finally, after eating and drinking, Hanping burped and felt comfortable. At this time, Uncle Shan came to Hanping.

Looking at the fourteen bandit bodies lying on the ground, Han Ping said to the hunting team members: "Well, what are you doing here? Are you going to get rid of the corpse for three days? Hahaha, it's burned, you guys, be good people in the next life."

Han Ping seemed to be talking to the bandits, and it seemed to be talking to the hunting team members, and it was more like saying to himself.

Hearing Han Ping's words, some hunting team members had already stepped forward, and after a while, a raging fire broke out on the bandits.

Now, the entire hunting team has completely surrendered to Han Ping, and Han Ping is their boss.

Looking at the burning fire, Han Ping was full of thoughts. At this time, Uncle Shan came over.

"Captain, the cottage has been cleaned up inside and outside,

A total of one box of gold coins, two boxes of silver, and four boxes of copper coins were seized.

The iron cage has been removed, and a total of three iron trucks were seized, and a total of seven trucks of grain except for the feed farm.

Four pairs of shields, ten spears, twenty big knives, and many small parts.

Then there were ten war horses and twenty carriages, including three of our tribe.”

Uncle Shan said excitedly with the list of animal skins.

"His grandma, these bandits are so fucking rich. Hahaha." "Hahaha" Listening to Han Ping's words, everyone looked at each other and laughed.

Everyone was excited. If these supplies were taken back to the tribe, it would be enough for the tribe warriors to replace their guns and their combat effectiveness to increase by one level.

But how do you get it back? This question traps the hunting team members and Hanping.

No matter how good the supplies are, they must be taken back.

Han thought quietly, everyone was waiting for him to speak, and finally, he made a quick decision.

"Brothers, get enough food for two days, and everyone only takes their own,"

Everyone expressed their confusion, but Uncle Shan thought of something and immediately took the food. Although the others were puzzled, they still did as they did.

"Give it," Uncle Shan also brought a portion to Han Ping. "Thank you, uncle," Han Ping silently kicked the food into his arms.

Everyone was ready and was waiting for Han Ping to speak.

"Come, bring the fire," Uncle Shan thought, and handed over a flame. Han Ping picked up the flame.

Then he walked to the seven carts of food, waved his hand, and the food immediately started to ignite.

Fire borrows the wind, and the wind helps the fire power, and it suddenly starts to burn.

"Captain, this," the hunting team members felt distressed. The food was all air-dried, enough for a tribe to eat for a month.

They were burned by Han Ping, and they thought it was such a headache. Alas, the prodigal thing, everyone was thinking about it.

But no one will question Han Ping, this is a sense of trust.

"Uncle Shan, take people to release all the animals in the feedlot," Han Ping continued.

"Yes, Uncle Shan" nodded, so he took someone to work.

After a while, everyone only saw dense animals rushing out, as if it was a tide of beasts, very spectacular.

After a while, everyone returned, quietly watching Han Ping and listening to his next arrangement.

"Brothers, what do you choose in the face of supplies and life?" Han Ping asked.

"Life, only when you are alive can you create materials." Everyone shouted.

"Very good, indeed, only by living can you have hope. Living is the best thing. So, I hope you all can return to the tribe alive." Han Ping continued.

"Why, isn't it already a victory?" Everyone was puzzled.

Han Ping did not explain too much and went to Uncle Shan to "Uncle Shan, the supplies are up to you,"

Uncle Shan slapped his chest and promised, "As long as I have a breath, I will decide to bring the supplies back to the tribe."

"Okay, there is a small road in the back mountain, please be careful." Han Ping said in a deep voice.

"Well, take care of yourself." Uncle Shan returned.

Then he brought three horses that were robbed by the tribe, and pulled the remaining iron, weapons, treasures,

So he turned around and said to Han Ping: "Boy, take care of yourself, we are waiting for you in the tribe. Take care of you everyone."

As a result, Uncle Shan quickly disappeared from everyone's sight with nine people, pulling supplies and war horses.

The remaining hunting team members clasped their fists in the direction they left, "Take care, have a good journey."

Now everyone has guessed the reason why Han Ping did this.

It’s all for weapons, for wealth, and more directly, for the tribe.

Too many supplies will definitely not be taken away, so I can only leave fish and take the bear's paw.

At this moment, everyone looked at Han Ping with admiration again, and this person will definitely become a great man.

Han Ping watched the team leave, breathed a sigh of relief, turned around and looked at the remaining ten people, "Are you afraid?"

"Everything is for the tribe, and death is without regrets." Everyone answered in unison.

"Okay, everything is for the tribe," Han Ping laughed.

"Go to the gate of a few people to keep watch, and the rest are searching for the copycat." Han Ping arranged.

"Yes," the person below executes immediately.

Seeing everything, Han Ping closed his eyes and said, "The good show has just begun."

Because he knew that someone from the bandit must have gone to inform him. It can be seen from the captain delaying the time. Calculate the time and it should be almost done.

Indeed, in the distance, only bandits were seen galloping horses, dust flying, rushing back.

While they were still surrounding the Hanbing Tribe with pride, someone came to report that the copycat was attacked.

This made the bandit leader so angry that he immediately ordered to go back to rescue, where there were supplies handed over to the headquarters.

More importantly, there is that thing, that mysterious thing, he has never studied it for his whole life.

Thinking of this, the horse under his feet ran faster.
Chapter completed!