I have been a county magistrate for ten years. My subordinates insist on giving me a yellow robe.

Seeing that everyone's morale was high, Jiang Yuan raised his arms again.

"Light up the fire and cook, let's all have a good drink today!"

Wang Jue came to Jiang Yuan hesitantly and asked, "Sir, do you really want to drink?"

There are too many examples in history of people missing opportunities to fight due to drinking, and Wang Jue was really worried.

"Don't worry, we are now in the territory of the Barbarian Bull Tribe. Although the distance of ten miles is not close, we dare to announce the start of a tribal showdown with the Barbarian Bull Tribe. No one will touch us." Jiang Yuan said nonchalantly.

Unless Manniu has no intention of saving face, he will never touch them.

Judging from the reaction of the Barbarian Bulls after Kong Xuan yelled and cursed in front of the Barbarian Bulls’ camp, he was obviously not the kind of person who would break the rules.

"Yes, I understand."

Jiang Yuan looked up at the sky and said, "Don't worry. It's only afternoon now. After we finish eating and drinking, it will be evening at most. If you control your alcohol intake, it won't affect your fighting ability tomorrow."

"Yes."

Soon, everyone set up camp on the spot and many bonfires were lit. Although it was snowy and icy, people did not feel cold at all.

Jiang Yuan sat by the campfire, leaning on a leg of lamb with great interest.

This was taken out from the food reserves of the eight-army coalition. It was freezing cold outside, so it was quite fresh.

"Sir, come and have a go?" Zhao Kai came to Jiang Yuan in a nonchalant manner, carrying two jars of wine.

"Here!" Jiang Yuan took the jar casually, tilted his head back and took a big gulp.

"Huh!" After taking a sip, Jiang Yuan immediately felt a warm sensation in his abdomen and patted the wine jar.

This thing is good, it feels good as long as you put it in your mouth!

"Sir, how are you going to fight tomorrow?" Zhao Kai sat down opposite Jiang Yuan.

Jiang Yuan shook the wine jar in his hand and said, "Nonsense! Of course, we're going to have a head-on fight!"

Zhao Kai immediately curled his lips and shook his head: "Don't fool me, sir, can you fight someone seriously?"

What a joke! With Jiang Yuan's character of never giving up, can he fight someone head-on?

Even if they win, they will probably suffer heavy losses. Is Jiang Yuan capable?

Don't even think about it!

Let’s think back on what Jiang Yuan did since entering the grassland, except for the first battle where he adopted a head-on fighting style.

The rest, whether it is subduing the Flying Eagle, the Wild Wolf, or the Eight-Division Allied Forces, can be simply summarized in eight words.

Cheating, deceiving, and playing tricks.

"Hey! Why are you so anxious? You'll know tomorrow." Jiang Yuan said, raising the wine jar again: "Come on, drink!"

As it was getting close to evening and the sky was getting darker, the camp was still very lively.

Many barbarians held jars of wine and drank together, and many of them danced directly beside the campfire.

Jiang Yuan looked at the scene in amazement. He had underestimated these guys' alcohol tolerance.

Also, how come the barbarians here can dance when they’re drunk?

Originally, when Jiang Yuan was on Earth, he was very confused. Why did fifty-five of the fifty-six ethnic groups sing and dance when they drank too much, but only the Han people would say, "Listen to me... Let me tell you..."

Only after experiencing it personally did Jiang Yuan finally understand.

During the feudal period of China, the Han people captured people everywhere and made them dance. The Han people were only responsible for watching them, and they inevitably drank while watching. Once they drank too much, they would just brag.

As the last rays of sunset faded in the sky, Jiang Yuan had to step forward and tell everyone to stop drinking. If they continued drinking, they would probably drink until dawn!

Even though Jiang Yuan was a second-level expert at this time, he could not hold on to the internal energy. After giving instructions to everyone, he rushed into the tent to rest.

The next morning, Jiang Yuan crawled out of the tent feeling refreshed. It must be said that this wine without industrial alcohol was very comfortable to drink.

Not only did I not have a headache, but I felt more energetic because I went to bed early.

"Master, have some porridge." Wang Gang, who had woken up long ago, came to Jiang Yuan with a bowl of porridge and two pieces of dried meat.

"Let's sit down and eat together." Jiang Yuan regretted it the moment he finished speaking.

Wang Gang's eyes lit up and he put the things on the table. Before Jiang Yuan sat down, he started eating.

In an instant, Jiang Yuan could only see Wang Gang's arm as if it had turned into a shadow, and quickly cleared away all the food on the table.

"Huh? Master, why don't you eat? Is it not to your liking?" Wang Gang scratched his head and looked up at Jiang Yuan in confusion.

The corners of Jiang Yuan's mouth twitched violently. I wanted to eat it, but you didn't even give me the chance!

"Bring me a bowl of porridge." Jiang Yuan said speechlessly.

By the time Jiang Yuan finished his bowl of porridge, the five thousand soldiers had already been dressed and were all ready to go.

Jiang Yuan silently raised one arm, and the sound of countless iron colliding suddenly rang out behind him.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!"

"We must win! We must win!"

A moment later, Jiang Yuan sat upright on his horse and immediately issued the first combat order.

"Sir, are you sure? Do you really want to fight like this?" Panshi looked at Jiang Yuan in shock.

"Yes, sir, the defeat is like a landslide. If we lose our morale, we won't be able to fight again." Bai Lian also spoke up to dissuade him.

Zhao Kai and Kong Xuan didn't care at all: "Shitou, Bailian, do you two understand the art of war?"

"My Lord, this move has captured the essence of military tactics. Just listen and you'll be done!"

"Well... okay." Panshi nodded helplessly.

After a while, a group of cavalry appeared in the distance, and as expected, Manniu came with five thousand troops.

"Strictly follow military orders. Violators will be punished by military law!"

Jiang Yuan gave an order and raised the spear in his hand.

"Kill!"

"Come on!"

Countless roars rang out, and the five thousand soldiers behind Jiang Yuan rushed out like arrows.

The guys from the Barbarian Bull Tribe on the opposite side had nothing to say, and a tribal showdown began. Only one side would fall, and at this moment, they had no choice but to fight to the death!

The two armies collided fiercely like waves. The scene was extremely shocking, and the sound of horse hooves and iron fighting filled the ears.

Jiang Yuan couldn't help but rub his hands. As the saying goes, when there are over ten thousand people, it becomes a sea of ​​people.

Even Jiang Yuan felt his blood boiling at this shocking scene.

After the cavalry's charge, both sides failed to break through the other and are now entangled in each other. Every minute and every second, someone falls off the horse.

Once you fall off a horse, there is no need to think about the result, the only consequence is death.

In this melee, there was no personal heroism. Even Zhao Kai and his three companions who participated in the charge were just following the main force.

How powerful can a master be in the martial arts world?

One against ten might be possible, and some experts can handle one against a hundred, but what about a thousand? Five thousand?

Jiang Yuan had no doubt that if they attacked any martial arts master with these 5,000 men, that person would definitely not survive.

Soon, after Wang Gang took out the ox horn and blew it towards the sky, everyone abandoned their opponents in an instant and began to evacuate.

"Chase! Don't let them get away!"

"Haha! Come fight grandpa for another three hundred rounds!"

The people of the Barbarian Bull Tribe immediately made mocking noises, but Jiang Yuan ignored them and waited until the people of the Divine Dragon Tribe had almost retreated.

Both sides were once again on high alert. In a cavalry duel, after completing one charge, they would return to gather strength for a second charge. However, just as the Barbarian Bull Tribe was ready to attack, Jiang Yuan grinned, waved his hand, and blatantly fled with everyone...

"Damn it! Don't run! Coward!"

"You cowards from the Shenlong tribe, take another beating from your grandfather!"

Seeing the enemy fleeing, the people of the Barbarian Bull Tribe became even more excited and chased after them with weapons.

"Everyone follow the plan!" Jiang Yuan, who was running in the front, shouted loudly.

The two sides have already fought a fierce battle, and Jiang Yuan has a rough estimate of the combat effectiveness of both sides. It must be said that the Barbarian Bull Tribe is really not to be underestimated. In just a short while, the Divine Dragon Tribe also lost more than 500 people.

If they really had to fight, Jiang Yuan could not think of any other outcome except the annihilation of the entire army.

A moment later, the chase still did not stop, but Jiang Yuan suddenly noticed a figure catching up with him from behind.

For a moment, Jiang Yuan almost fell off the horse. This was a war horse, and its running speed was definitely not slow. How could he be caught up in this situation?