Chapter 88 Change
As for betraying the interests of the barbarians, slashing at their own countrymen, and surrendering to a human being of a completely different skin color.
For Jones, who is still in the tribal era, who only identifies with the tribes of similar blood, but does not identify with the barbarians who belong to the same culture as himself, and has no concept of the same race at all, it is even more of a joke!
As for the ridicule of Cao Cao's group of victors in their hearts, thinking that they are very stupid, and they were easily tricked into attacking their compatriots, who can know whether Jones was deceived or willingly?
The world is always full of helplessness. In order to survive, I keep making choices one after another. There is often only one chance for this choice. At least Jones thinks that if he chooses the right one, he also survives. Biggest victory?
Jones still remembers that in order to compete with his brother for the position of the patriarch, he was the weakest among the brothers, and no one was optimistic about him, and he thought he was not a threat.
He and Jones also took the opportunity to hide themselves, stayed in the corner silently, and tried their best to exercise their own strength, and finally reached the third-order strength before his father died.
But even so, he still didn't dare to come forward, because he deeply understood that even if it was the power of the third-order, in the face of dozens of second-order warriors in this tribe, thousands of warriors were still not enough.
Once he really dared to reveal his cultivation base, and ran out to compete for the position of the patriarch, he would definitely be attacked by a group, and his death would definitely be miserable.
So he hid it and watched his brothers kill each other for this position, and in the end their respective strengths were exhausted to the extreme.
People are almost dead, leaving only the last winner, who is about to take the position of the patriarch. Jones bared his fangs.
He led some of the warriors whom he had attracted by using his own force during this period of time, and took advantage of the unpreparedness of the elder brother to kill him in one fell swoop, forcing his father to abdicate and allowing himself to take the position of the patriarch.
I still remember the unbelievably horrified faces of the elders and leaders when I was the patriarch, and Jones still feels vaguely complacent.
And he also regards pretending to be weak as his life criterion, and regards being alive as his number one priority. Only by being alive can he represent infinite opportunities, the basis for the power to turn over the world, and the path to a higher place.
Back in the camp, looking at the worried elders and leaders, Jones smiled, indicating that they don't need to worry, he has completed the mission of this mission well.
With the understanding and acceptance of the enemy, the continuation of his tribe and the lives of some people are guaranteed, and everyone doesn't have to worry about their future fate.
The only thing to worry about is how to get a better status and survive under the new master? This is the most important thing in the future development of the decision, and it is absolutely not allowed to be careless.
And now there is such a good opportunity to quickly suppress all the opponents among them, and use the fastest efficiency and the most perfect performance to score a better score for the next master.
Allow yourself to gain a better impression in the heart of the new master among other barbarians who want to take refuge, highlight your abilities, and gain greater opportunities and promotions.
Then I can only be sorry for those ignorant people who still want to serve that hateful Boris. I will use their blood and life to be a stepping stone for myself to a more glorious peak.
Using countless skeletons to pave a direction towards Zhuangkang Dao, it is destined that I cannot be soft-hearted towards those tribes and compatriots who are also barbarians. If they want to achieve a great cause, they do not have enough resources to accommodate any difficulties and difficulties. How can it be!
On the city wall directly in front of the entire camp facing Cao Cao's army, all the guards were arranged by the tribes who were new to their side, plus some warriors who belonged to their own Ansen tribe.
Others have two hearts. Towards the chief of the Creeland tribe and the soldiers and horses of their tribe, all of them were arranged by Jones to other city walls to prevent them from making outrageous actions when they were about to surrender the city and bring some unnecessary trouble.
Therefore, those people have not yet known that they went out of the city to meet the enemy leader and prepared to sell their plans and facts of surrender. This news is still confidential for the time being.
Above the entire frontal city wall, all the tribal warriors were blinded by the attack of the enemy just now. They are still in a trance, and their mental state is extremely low and chaotic.
I just saw my enemies again, and they launched some equipment that I have never seen before. I can see that the power is even greater by looking at the size, and I am even more terrified in my heart. I am ready to abandon the city and escape at any time.
After finally seeing his patriarch leave the city and discuss with those enemies for a while, it seems that he has reached a certain consensus. It seems that he is about to surrender. How can he go out and inform those who have nothing to do with him, and even have some contradictions at ordinary times. People from other tribes inform!
As for the other guards on the city wall, the mood at the moment is also shocking and terrifying. I said earlier that such a camp is not large, and it can only accommodate a few thousand people at most.
Because of this, the surrounding city walls can be seen far away from each other, and it is still relatively clear to see, so in the arrow rain just now, the defenders on the other three city walls also saw it, and I couldn't help but secretly compare it. In the face of such an offensive, how will the end be compared to the defenders over there?
As a result, I couldn't help but feel a sadness in my heart, and I found out that if I did it myself, I might end up worse. At least I didn't have so much extraordinary power on my side, and there was a patriarch with a strength as high as the third tier to shield me from the wind. The rain blocked most of the arrows.
There are only a dozen or so extraordinary people on my side, and there is not such a strong leader. When a rain of arrows falls, maybe only the dozen or so people with special powers can survive, and even those extraordinary people can't survive. It can only be shot into a hornet's nest by countless arrows, and die like this.
How can I not be horrified, afraid that I will also face such a fate in the future? The army's heart was shaken for a while, and all the soldiers couldn't help but have other thoughts when they looked at each other, but they smiled tacitly, and turned their heads or lowered their heads to think about their own affairs.
Thinking about it this way, and looking at the current situation of the defenders in the camp, Patriarch Jones couldn't help but feel that he had just suffered heavy losses on this side of the city wall.
At least it disintegrated the fighting spirit in the hearts of most of the defenders, which made everyone feel fearful and wanted to escape at any time, but did not dare to resist any longer.
This saves him the biggest difficulty he faces when he wants to coerce them and follow him to surrender, and the effect is simply better than his all kinds of wooing these days. I can't help but sigh.
Humans are really cheap and cheap creatures. If I treat you well, I forget about them. I am cruel to you, even if I want to kill you, I will obey you immediately. This is not fickle.