This is a small army with only a hundred people, both men, women, young and old. Moreover, among this group, the highest one is only 1.5 meters tall, each of them is black and short, and as thin as a hair.

Most of them only had a shabby robe, or a cross-distance robe that covered only the upper body and butt, with a hemp rope around their waists being tied to their belts. There was not even a pair of straw sandals under their feet.

Only a few slightly stronger men in the front row were wearing bamboo armor woven by bamboo pieces, and the weapons in their hands were all sharpened bamboo guns.

The only metal weapon that could be seen was the slightly decent leader on the back, carrying a single-edged sword with a somewhat arc, as if to indicate a warning, the leader was still waving the sword.

"Go to him for a while, don't kill anyone, catch the leader with the knife." Zhang Zhongjun said calmly. He found that his bean soldiers were becoming more and more flexible now. He only needed to consume a little of his mental power when summoning them and maintaining their existence. At other times, he could command them directly with words.

This does not mean that the bean soldiers themselves have added much wisdom. They still look like puppet soldiers. As for how Mao can understand the language?

Zhang Zhongjun speculated that it might be because his language commands themselves are combined with mental fluctuations, which is equivalent to controlling them with mind, so they show the feeling of being able to obey language commands.

As for the real situation, Zhang Zhongjun was too lazy to pursue it. His own bean soldiers could command more flexibly. This is a good thing. Since it is a good thing, there is no need to explore so much.

When the bean soldiers heard Zhang Zhongjun's order, they rushed over without even pulling their weapons.

The residents of the small army trembled and held the bamboo guns in their hands, watching these giant horses, which had never been seen, suddenly rushed over with the same huge knight.

Although these knights and war horses were not armed, the feeling of pushing over like a wall made the feet of these natives who had almost never seen cavalrymen tremble, and the bamboo guns became heavier and heavier, almost unable to lift them up.

The leader danced with his weapons and shouted fiercely, encouraging morale. But before these old, weak, women and children could pluck up their courage, the twelve cavalry had arrived in front of them.

The strong men in bamboo armor in the front row were indeed more courageous than the old, weak, women and children behind them. When they saw the cavalry approaching, they gritted their teeth and held the bamboo gun and stabbed them hard at the chest of the war horse.

They might want to stab the cavalry and then take off their giant horses, but the giant horses were too tall and the bamboo guns were not long enough to reach the cavalry at all, so they could only go to the tall war spurs.

In general, even if a war horse that has been through the battlefield has been stabbed at it for a long time, the nature of animals will prompt them to avoid it.

But don’t forget that these are all Yuanqi horses. Apart from their different body shapes, they are no different from Yuanqi lizards. Their essence is an extension of the bean soldiers!

So when the bamboo gun stabbed over, the big bright eyes of the war horse not only did not have any fear, but also showed a look of disdain.

The spiritual gaze of the war horses stunned the natives who attacked them for a moment, and then a scene that stunned the natives appeared.

The bamboo gun stabbed the war horses in the chest, and the natives only felt that they stabbed the tough cowhide. Before they could react, the huge force directly bounced the bamboo gun, either breaking directly or bounced away directly.

And this so-called strongness was all bounced out with the huge force. Not only that, they also knocked the old, weak, women and children behind them away, screaming in pain for a moment.

The twelve tall giant horses ignored them and rushed to the stunned leader all the way.

Then, before he could react, a cavalry bent down and grabbed him, lifted it up and pressed it on the saddle, and turned around and ran towards Zhang Zhongjun.

Now the natives who had originally screamed and avoided were arrested so easily when they saw that their leader was arrested so easily. To Zhang Zhongjun's surprise, they not only did not flee directly, but they all knelt on the ground, with their foreheads against the soil, and they knelt obediently, with screams suppressed, leaving only a suppressed moan.

Zhang Zhongjun couldn't help but ask at the big frog: "Senior brother, what's going on? Why did all these people kneel down and never escape after they caught their leader?"

"Just, this looks like a place where productivity is extremely backward. If you can't survive even if you leave the tribe, where can you escape? And they are not idiots. You didn't kill anyone but just caught their leader. Maybe you think you want to be their leader, so you can do what else you can do without kneeling down and waiting for the despair?" said the big frog disdainfully.

"This should be considered the wisdom of survival." Zhang Zhongjun sighed.

With emotion, Doubing threw the leader in front of Zhang Zhong.

It was a black and short man with patches, which could only cover his thighs, a black robe with a cloth belt on his waist and a straw sandal at his feet. He first looked up at Zhang Zhongjun, then looked around, expressionless, and indifferently looked at his cavalry, and finally looked at his sword that belonged to him.

Afterwards, he slowly tidied up his clothes, put on a very standard-looking posture, knelt in front of Zhang Zhongjun, and shouted a few words.

Zhang Zhongjun blinked his eyes and expected everything, but he didn't expect that he wouldn't understand what these natives said!

The big frog patted Zhang Zhongjun's head: "Idiot, you are the master of this world bead. If you don't understand, go find Xiaolu."

"Oh," Zhang Zhongjun immediately went to ask Xiao Lu.

In a daze, Zhang Zhongjun also shouted at the kneeling native.

Because of the contractual relationship, the big frog who could understand this immediately couldn't help but sigh: "Damn it! The owner of the World Bead is awesome. He can actually master the language in the World Bead in an instant. I remember that the language in other World Beads has to be learned slowly by myself. Some popular public world beads have also started a business that specializes in indigenous languages ​​for this."

"You want to surrender to me? You don't even know who I am, but you actually want to surrender to me? Are you an independent lord and have no superior?" Zhang Zhongjun asked the indigenous person in his native language, because the indigenous person had expressed his willingness to surrender to Zhang Zhongjun before.

"Your Highness, although I have superiors, I only offer some tributes every year and receive protection from the other party. Now your Highness is so majestic and powerful that even my previous superiors will definitely not be able to beat Your Highness's twelve warriors, so we have no problem with submitting to Your Highness." The short and black leader said with a natural look.
Chapter completed!