On the high platform sat two burly and rugged-looking men, namely Bo'er Ji Jin Tuo Tuo Bu Hua and Choros Yexian.

These two are both outstanding figures in the Oara tribe, and they are also the commanders-in-chief of the army. They are equal to each other on the surface.

In fact, as the son of the leader of Wala, Tuohuan, his voice and appeal will be more important!

"It has been a few days since the Ming Dynasty's purge, but I would like to ask the two commanders-in-chief what should we do now!"

Someone took a bite of the fatty mutton and said something vaguely.

A brave man took the lead, and the rest of the group immediately started to attack, and the crowd was noisy for a while.

"Two commanders-in-chief, my people are starting to starve. If we continue like this, we won't be able to fill our stomachs by eating grass and dirt!"

"Yes, we can't do anything about Ming Dynasty. We can go and defeat the Czar and conquer North Korea. At least we won't have to freeze and starve here!"

There are a lot of people talking about everything, either directly or euphemistically.

But the subtext is very obvious, just two words——

retreat!

These tribal leaders obviously don't want to spend any more time here.

The plan has failed. If Da Ming is wary, he will not be fooled again, let alone a head-on confrontation.

It is better to pick soft persimmons and pinch them first to restore your strength.

Moreover, they already have deep resentment in their hearts. For a whole year, everyone worked together for a better tomorrow for the grassland!

As a result, you yourself made a mistake at the critical moment, so how can they swallow this breath!

"..."

When he sat on the high platform, he quietly clasped his big hands, lowered his head slightly, and looked very gloomy.

When it comes to being confused and angry, he is the first.
Chapter completed!